Ronin actually had a relationship with Tyrion, in the Second Orc War, in the forest of the Hillsbrad Hills, Ronin, who was still a young mage at the time, almost died under the arrows of Selent.

But just like the strange luck he had always had, all the people who went with Luo Ning died, and he was the only one who escaped back to Dalaran with three arrows in his body.

But Tyrion must have forgotten Ronin, and he rarely remembers these fleeting characters in his experience, even if in the original history, he would have done great things and would have a resounding name.

In the face of death, everyone is equal!

"Click"

The Death Knight stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden gate of the village below Karazhan, and as he looked at the apparently freshly repaired door with some confusion, Tyrion turned to the man behind him and said:

"It's strange, the last time I came, there was no such door here, who built it?"

"Bang la la"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from the fog around the mage tower, and soon a ghost on a skeleton horse appeared in front of Tyrion, a familiar fellow, the skeleton horse under his crotch, which Tyrion had given him.

"Oh, Mr. Elf!"

The soul of the little nobleman greeted him in a friendly manner, and he rode on his horse and said to Tyrion:

"It's been a long time, and you look stronger."

"Yes, it's you."

Tyrion also recognized the soul in front of him, a smile flashed across his cold face, and he looked at the renovated village in the fog in front of him, and asked softly:

"Is this what you repaired? Why? ”

"Well, the last time the orcs invaded Karazan, it scared a lot of nobles."

The little lord's soul scratched his head and whispered, "Although those orcs didn't hurt us, we felt that it was time to repair the village's defenses, and it was actually quite useful to recruit some soldiers from the nearby cemetery and let them build this gate." ”

The soul grinned and said:

"There used to be a lot of living people crossing the upwind trail to find the secret of Karazan, but after the gate was repaired, no one came to disturb us."

"So, you already know you're dead?"

Tyrion squinted at the soul in front of him and asked, "It's amazing how comfortable you are to accept all this. ”

"It's not very peaceful."

A trace of sadness flashed on the illusory face of the dead soul:

"The Duchess of Aberlock couldn't accept it, on a rainy night, she went completely insane and turned into a dangerous ghost, we wanted to turn to Karazan's master, but after the orc invasion once, Karazan closed the door to us forever, we were powerless, we could only send the Duchess into the cellar, she screamed every night, and many people were depressed, it was really terrible."

The little lord stretched out his arms helplessly:

"It's like a nightmare."

"So I'm suggesting you move."

The Death Knight moved his finger and said to the soul in front of him:

"I have a splendid palace in Draenor, but the lack of some high-ranking people there makes it seem eerie and boring, you know, the life of the dead is boring enough, so I think my home would be a little better if I could invite you wise necromancers to settle there."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Tyrion's eyes:

"Especially after I have an extra daughter, you know, the gloomy place is really not suitable for children."

"Draenor?"

The little lord paused for a moment: "Where is that?" In the northern part of the mainland? Or is it Kalimdor's side? ”

"Nope! Neither! ”

Tyrion smiled and said, "In the other world, it's not that far from here, you can even take the crazy Duchess with you, I have a great undead doctor there, and it is easy to cure her." ”

"So, how long are we going to waste?"

Just as Tyrion and the ghost were talking, another cold voice rang out, and the ghost looked back, and an old human in a crimson robe with a staff in his hand pushed open the wooden door and walked into the town, a flash of surprise in the ghost's eyes, and he greeted the guy.

"Hey, Master Khadgar, long time no see! You seem... Something seems to be different. ”

"Of course, Lord Lorwin."

The Great Lich Khadgar touched his heart and said calmly:

"I'm dead, and I'm alive again, naturally it's not the same as before, as for you, I suggest you follow Tyrion's advice, gather your ghost friends as quickly as possible, and start moving, this place will soon be unsuitable for you to live in!"

The little lord's soul named Lorveen asked in surprise:

"Why? Could it be that those dangerous paladins are coming to clean up this place? ”

"No!"

Tyrion stretched out his hand and flicked it in the air, and the whirring, shape-changing Apocalypse appeared in its hand, and the more active humming and whistling of the Demon Blade that had been awakened to the second stage represented the more active evil spirit hidden deep in its sword.

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade raised his head and looked at the mage tower standing in front of him in the dark curtain, as if he saw the figure standing on the high rooftop, he whispered:

"Because we... This time, we are here for it, for Karazan! ”

The magic blade in Tyrion's hand smelled the will of its master, and it buzzed even more violently, and at the feet of the Death Knight, the undead buried in the land were awakened, and in the panicked screams of the ghosts, an army of undead made up of bones and walking corpses followed behind Tyrion and Khadgar, towards the mage tower with the gate closed.

Standing in front of Karazhan's closed door, Tyrion looked back at the gathered ghosts behind him, and a cold smile appeared on his lips:

"Let's go! Get out of here and go to Draenor..."

"Knights of the Darkblade, welcome!"

With that, the Death Knight swung the Apocalypse, the crescent-shaped blade whizzing and slashing down, and the rusted iron railing that had been sealed by magic scattered in the beating of sparks, the remains of the railing spread across the land around the Death Knight, and in front of him, there was a red wooden gate that had become decaying in the relentless flow of time.

"Bang"

With a swing of his kick, the Death Knight kicked the rotten door open, and with a slight hesitation, he strode into the mage's tower with a calm, grim-looking look behind him, the great lich Khadgar, holding the staff of the Guardian, and after a slight hesitation.

After the parting of life and death, he returned to the place where all fate began, but this time, he did not come to ask for magic, not to be a spy for Kenrito, not to save the world, and not to kill his dear mentor again.

Coming here as a dead body, Khadgar's purpose is simple, he wants to talk to his mentor.

That's all.

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"Let's go!"

Medivan's illusory figure stood on the twisted roof at the top of Karazhan, where it was easy to see the scene where reality and fantasy were intertwined, and during the period when the soul was dominated by the Dark Titan, the power of the Dark Titan permeated the area, making it the weakest part of the entire Azeroth world space.

Sargeras once wanted to summon an army of demons here, but in the end, he used Kil'Gardan's plot to destroy the world bit by bit.

Medivan is guarding Karazhan in order to preserve the future fragments within Karazhan and to prevent demons from infiltrating the entire world from here.

And now, on this rooftop, Madison stands alone, and behind him is his good friend Anduin, whom he grew up with. Lothar, and his lonely mother, Magna. Egwen.

"Let's go! Get out of here! ”

Medivan watched as the Necrons, awakened by Tyrion, rushed into Karazan, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"He's here for me... The vindictiveness was so strong, but what he did... Maybe, maybe we really made mistakes at one point, but... Either way, we're here to save the world. ”

He turned, and the wind of the void whipped up the shadow robes of the last guardian, wrapped in robes dotted with raven wings, an already exhausted soul.

"I've told you all about the future I see, Lothar!"

Madison looked at his friend who had grown up with him, and he whispered:

"But the future has been completely changed with the intervention of Tyrion, and the fragments of Karazan's future are also shining with chaos, whether it is good or bad no one can judge at the moment, but at least when it comes to resisting the inevitable demonic invasion, this world will have an extra army, which may be a good thing."

"But I don't want to just leave! Medivan, my friend. ”

Marshal Lothar was wearing a heavy suit of armor, he held a blood-red two-handed heavy sword in his hand, he pressed his blade against the ground, and his eyes were full of the will to fight:

"I can't leave my friend and run away alone, I've already left you behind, it makes me miserable, I don't want to go through it a second time! You didn't want me to be a deserter by fishing me out of my mortal fate, did you? ”

"But the Alliance needs your guidance!"

Medivan stepped forward and accentuated his tone: "Between the internal contradictions, the external threats, the kings' struggle for power, there is no threat hidden in the darkness at all, and you also see the future, the demons will enter this world, they will disrupt this world, and a turbulent era will start that consumes all hope in Azeroth." ”

"In the deepest parts of this world, the most desperate forces have been revived, and you know who our real enemies are! Lothar, my fate will come to an abrupt end tonight, and you, you will shoulder my unfinished mission, you are more powerful than me, you are more convincing to the people of the Union than I am, and most importantly... You have the noblest blood in your veins! ”

Medivan stretched out his hands, and the illusory soul shrouded in shadows took advantage of this method to hold his friend's wrist, and he said in a deep voice:

"The bloodline of Emperor Aratao cannot be severed just like this, only that noble bloodline can bring the entire alliance and all the human race together! Gather under your banner, the alliance cannot be divided! Absolutely not! ”

"But I don't know how!"

Marshal Lothar looked a little at a loss, and the old man whispered:

"I'm not ready, this... It's a lot harder than beating the orcs. ”

"You don't need to be ready, Lothar."

Medivan took a step back, his fingers dancing silently, and a portal that suddenly opened at the feet of Lothar threw the old marshal into it, and in Lothar's horrified gaze, he saw Medivan's resolute back.

"Old friend, fate will prepare you, goodbye... Farewell. ”

"Medivan, don't !!"

Lothar's shouts echoed through the icy rooftop, the door of which was smashed open in a brutal manner, and in the midst of shattered wood debris flying everywhere, Tyrion, covered in dark red jumping light, stepped into the silent twisted rooftop with the magic sword Apocalypse in hand.

Behind him was Khadgar, who didn't look much changed.

"Well, Mr. Medivan, we're meeting again!"

Tyrion was enveloped in death energy, and his voice became unusually low and hollow:

"I will never forget the "farewell ceremony" you held for me, and in return, I also held a grand "parting celebration" for you! ”

"You don't need to worry about the future of this world anymore, never again..."

The Death Knight stepped forward, and he whispered:

"I'm here... Grant you true liberation and... Freely! ”

"Don't think!"

A trembling figure holding a staff in front of Tyrion's eyes, Magna. Lady Egwene, the former Guardian who had lost her power as a mother, protecting her son to the death, stared at Tyrion viciously, her old face shining with an unyielding look:

"You! Evil! You don't want to touch my son! ”

"Yo, Miss Egwene."

Tyrion stopped, he looked at the former Guardian in front of him, his ice-blue eyes flashed with a cruel light, he waved the magic blade in his hand, and the hiss of the apocalypse made the dead silence around him clamorous:

"This sword is thirsting for your soul, it is thirsting for a mission that once failed... Get out of the way! I don't want to bully a weak old woman! ”

"Come on, then! Evil, let me see how strong you really are! ”

"Buzz"

Leaping lines of violet magic moved through the space around Egwene and Tyrion, and at Egwene's shrill shouts, she and the Death Knight suddenly disappeared into the rooftop area.

This sudden turn of events did not surprise the remaining two, Khadgar held the staff of the Guardian, he took a few steps forward, stepped out of the shadows behind him, he looked at the familiar figure in front of him with cold eyes, he leaned down slightly, as before, he whispered:

"Long time no see, Mentor." The first free king of the Tang Dynasty

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