Karazan is a typical mage tower.

The interior is covered with delicate mana lines, all kinds of traps to protect against foreign invasions, and the strange space between the staggered folds, only the owner of the mage tower can distinguish clearly, and this is the mage tower built by the hands of the previous guardian, Lady Egwene, it stands to reason that it should be more powerful than those standard mage towers of Dalaran.

As long as there is a ** division to control this mage tower, even thousands of troops will not want to break it.

And herein lies the problem ... Karazan is currently practically uncontrolled, for the past few years, the Dark Titan has controlled Medivan's soul, it is entrenched in this corner of Azeroth, looking at the world with its own malicious gaze, for the Dark Titan, all the sophisticated magic that exists in Karazan is just a toy, it doesn't care about these things.

In disrepair, and the Dark Titan always likes to carry out some dangerous experiments in this mage tower, such as forcibly tearing the space node above Karazan, etc., in this case, no matter how powerful the mage tower itself is, it cannot withstand the destruction that spreads from within.

And now, in the face of the death knight Tyrion, who is far less powerful than Sargeras, but also dangerous, the original owner of Karazan, Lady Egwene, struggles to mobilize the mana that can still run, and sends Tyrion and herself to the lowest level of the mage tower.

In this strange space below the horizon, there is a "reverse tower" that is exactly the same as the upper mage tower, but the direction is reversed, and it pierces into a strange space in a strange form, which is the handiwork of the Dark Titan, and no one knows what it is doing here.

"Bang"

Tyrion's icy boots stomped on the dusty ground, and darkness was everywhere in sight, and the sound of water dripping in the pool made the eerie area even quieter and deadly.

"Where are you hiding, Lady Egwene?"

The Death Knight's icy voice rang out in the darkness: "Are you going to play a game of cat and mouse with me?" Or do you think it's a good thing for your son to have me trapped here? Do you think the lichified Khadgar is better to deal with than me? ”

"Hehe, you guessed wrong!"

Tyrion put away his sword, and he turned and walked into the shadows behind him:

"Khadgar, who has returned from death, is more dangerous than you think! The shadow magic surging in his body made even me, who had forged him with one hand, tremble! ”

"Actually, it's nothing, maybe Mr. Medivan can turn evil into good luck and use words to convince Khadgar to turn against him."

But I'm more curious, how can he convince someone who has already seen the truth? How could he convince Khadgar to join his cowardly tinkering plan of salvation? How was he going to melt Khadgar's frozen heart? ”

Tyrion's figure vanished into the darkness of the tower, and his voice could reach the ears of Lady Egwene hiding on the other side.

"Anyway, let's wait and see, and before that, I'll be with you... You will have a good time with the powerful "Rebel Guardian" Egwene! ”

Hearing this, Ms. Egwene's old hands, which were shrouded in shadows, clenched suddenly.

There is no one who knows the nature of her weakness better than her, without the power of the guardian, she not only ages quickly, but also has very low energy, although her body is still full of magic power, and she may be able to fight with those weak mages of Dalaran, but in the face of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade who has evolved the Demon Sword Apocalypse to the second stage at this time, she knows very well that she is not an opponent!

She saw the gesture of the magic sword, more than I had ever been in Les. The magic sword in Shaar's hand is even more hideous and terrifying! And being able to hold such a magic sword is enough to show the power that Tyrion has at this time.

After completely absorbing the soul power of the Great Demon Kazak, the broken body of this magic sword closed again, as if it had completed the second transformation, its sword body became smooth and graceful, covered with red lines and magic patterns, and its appearance was like a round of crescents, at the front end of the sharp blade, inlaid with three hideous tiny armor-piercing cones, making it more lethal, but any opponent who was cut by it would be easily chopped flesh and blood and cut off bones by the edge of the knife.

"Look here, there's a wraith everywhere."

Tyrion looked at the dark space of the Reverse Tower in front of him, and there were emerald green resentful spirits scattered everywhere in the passage, these should be humans who died at the hands of Sargeras or some other hellish thing, thrown into the graveyard of this reverse tower by the dark titan, the long-term resentment and the dark power that enveloped this place made them even more irritable and more dangerous.

After smelling the intruder's breath, the wraiths rushed towards Tyrion in droves, but a pale red mist glowed on the blade behind the death knight, and the mist escaped on the blade, lingering outside Tyrion's body, but any resentful spirits who came into contact with the mist would become very weak, and they screamed to escape, but were crushed in the darkness by the death knight one by one.

"Spirits who have lost their reason and the meaning of existence, mingling in the rift of heaven, earth and hell, helpless screams, weeping, outcasts living in darkness, let me give you liberation... What a pathetic! ”

The Death Knight stepped forward, and nothing could stop him and the Apocalypse in his hands.

After growing to the second stage, the already vicious Apocalypse has added new abilities, in addition to sucking souls, when held by Tyrion, this sword will emit an eerie red plague, which is deadly for the living, will take their lives in a short time, and for weak necromancers, this plague is equally deadly.

Less than 5 minutes into the darkness, between the screams of the wraiths and the dancing of the ashes of relief, Tyrion saw what was in front of him, a pool of bones and skeletons, black chains hanging upside down in the stone walls overhead, each chained with an innocent bound to the icy pool, the remnants of the Dark Titan's power enveloping the abyss, and even after death, they were not at peace.

"This is the truth about Karazhan who vowed to save the world!"

Tyrion stood at the edge of the pool of despair, he crouched down, looked at the corpses floating in the pool, looked at the godless eyes, looked at the despair rippling in those eyes, behind him, followed Tyrion for the first time to really set foot in the deepest part of the tower, Egwene trembled at all this in front of him.

She didn't know exactly what the Dark Titan had done when he took possession of Karazhan, but at this point, she suddenly understood why Medivan was so willing to sacrifice herself to atone for the world.

As the dark spirits took possession of his body, under his painful gaze, he became an executioner, a most terrible butcher.

"Until now, you still think your son is innocent?"

The Death Knight soaked his hand into the marrow-deep water, and he whispered:

"I am not righteous or holy, in fact, I am born again in sin and darkness, I represent the war of despair and destruction, and I will wash the world with the flames of war, but even I am like this, my hands are covered with blood, and I am a hundred times cleaner than your son! A thousand times! ”

"Prophet? Your sons are always your thoughts and your beloved, but I want to ask them for them... Is it the longing of a child who has lost his father? Are they the beloved of some parents who have lost their sons? ”

"Answer me! Magna. Egwene! Answer me! ”

"Wow"

The blade was unsheathed, and the blade that exuded endless cold was aimed at Egwene behind him, and Tyrion shook off the water on his other hand, his eyes were full of frost, and behind him, the bones of thousands of humans shrouded in despair were infected by the energy of death, moving their twisted bodies, one by one rising from the horrific pile of bones, their eyes shining with a dark light, full of hatred, irrational pain and cruelty.

Like a soldier returning from a hell of despair, subordinate to the commander of darkness, ready to tear apart the hypocrisy of this world and throw the hypocritical into the flames of vengeance.

"Are you still trying to stop me?"

"You... Can you stop me? ”

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"I've done a lot of wrong things, my disciple."

On Karazhan's twisted rooftop, Medivan calmly looked at the Great Lich in front of him, his former disciple, his only disciple, his face covered by a cloak of crows, with no superfluous expression, like the guardian of Khadgar's memory, he always had this expression when he was alone.

"Under the control of that dark soul, I have done many, many wrong things, I feel pain, those victims, I feel the same way, the pain and despair, it is like being locked in a cage, I can only look at the world through the window, watch the demon torture all this with my body."

"Can you understand the pain?"

In a hall of only two people, Medivan's voice could easily be heard throughout the hall, and Khadgar shook his head and nodded again in response to his question.

"I couldn't understand it, but now I can understand it, when I came back from death, my tortured soul was reinfused into this body, like being thrown into a cold cage."

Khadgar raised his hand and watched the movement of his fingers with some strangeness, a hint of doubt flashing in his cold eyes, as if he was re-experiencing the sensation of manipulating his body.

"It's not that I'm feeling it, it's that I'm manipulating it, very peculiar feelings, but the bigger change is in the soul, when I cross the door of death, I remove some emotions from the soul that can easily mislead me, and then look at my past life with a more calm mind."

He looked up at his mentor, Medivan, and his tone became a little hoarse:

"I suddenly wondered, was it really just Sargeras who was in charge of it all in the old days? Is a soul that has been entangled with darkness for 40 years really that pure? ”

"Are you suspicious of me?"

Medivan's brow furrowed, and he whispered, "Even now, you're wondering if I've come out of the darkness?" Are you doubting my determination to try to save the world? ”

"Nope! I'm not interested in doubting you, I'm just a little bit interested in your approach... Qualm. Tyrion is actually right, is tinkering in the timeline really useful in the face of a terrible future? ”

The Great Lich shook his head:

"Enough nonsense, mortals succumb to ** and power, and quarrel with each other, there must be a strong enough enemy to reunite them, under pressure, in order to have true unity! It's like an orc 10 years ago, like a demon 10,000 years ago, you see, I don't think the same as Tyrion who simply wants to destroy all shackles, I have my own "plan"! ”

"Left and right are only temporary unions. So, I have come to ask you to relinquish control of Karazhan, I have seen that things are in a way that is out of order, and I think it is better for me to carry out it myself than to put my hope in a soul that longs for atonement. ”

"After all, you have a "criminal record" when it comes to capriciousness! ”

Medivan shook his head, he stared at his disciple, and said:

"That's a good point, but I can't trust a dead man, you are wary of all living people, you and the world of the living are not intertwined, with a completely frozen heart to plan a cruel and cold future, how do you make me trust you?"

"Buzz"

Six dazzling, golden shackles of mana made up of endless necromantic runes appeared on Khadgar's body, binding his body to the lich's frenzied force, and the cold magic erupted from the archlich's body, rolling up a howling storm in this small area.

Khadgar's Staff of the Guardian pointed at Medivan, his eyes glowing with silver.

"You don't need to trust me! Pale language doesn't make any sense either. ”

"You won't give it to me... I'll get it myself! ”

"Khadgar, the lich, challenge you, come, Guardian Medivan, let me speak with power!" The first free king of the Tang Dynasty

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