Thousands of years ago, the Council of Tirisfa was aware of the threat to the world from outside the realm, from the strange creatures of the stars, the plague caused by indulgent magical experiments, the fission of space, and the precarious mage order, which gave the members of the Council of Tirisfa a vision of a chaotic future.

At that time, the people who could join the Council of Tiriss were very powerful and rational mages, and in order to prevent their wanton compatriots and those threats from the stars, they combined their power and knowledge to create a super ** master!

He or she has enough strength to defeat the invading enemy, enough strength to produce a kind of "order" deterrence, when any compatriot acts recklessly, can appear and stop as quickly as possible, for a long time, this created super ** master is regarded as the guardian of human magical civilization, he or she has, passed down from generation to generation, and more and more powerful power, not only deterring the magic world, but also deterring secular civilization.

The Guardian of Tiris, a peculiar inheritance born under the thinking of a typical mage, the stereotypical mages will absorb him into the Council of Tirisfa after years of investigation, and after determining the mind and will of the inheritor, and give the power that has been passed down for thousands of years to this trusted fellow.

But the mages overlooked one thing... A person, a complete person, a person with self-emotions and thinking, will change with the increase of knowledge and personal growth, the previous succession may be because the mages are too lucky, but no matter how lucky the person is, after dozens of consecutive lots, there will always be a draw under the lot.

Magna. Egwen, the mage of Dalaran who was born 1,000 years ago, was selected by the Council of Tiris, and her unruly and self-righteous behavior led directly to the demise of the thousand-year-old tradition of the guardians of Tirisfa.

And the worst thing is that Egwene passed on the super powerful magic and knowledge she held in her body to a very complicated inheritor, who is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad, her poor son.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A continuous burst of magic resounded in the dark and mysterious reverse tower below Karazhan, with the help of the magic from this mage tower itself, the old and weak mage Egwen, barely able to block the brutal, rude, and brutal, powerful death knight in front of him, in the violet magic line wrapped around the body, blooming in the strange light, the lady struggled to gather the magic power, throwing one arcane arrow after another into the dark area in front of her.

Tyrion is like a shadow beating in the strange darkness, his speed is extremely fast, with the spirit of the outside, he can't lock the position of the death knight's jumping and flashing, he is constantly breaking through the layers of magical shackles set by Egwen, he does not use brute force to try to fight against the magic of the entire mage tower, this is the right and cunning choice.

The Death Knight looked back at the undead who had been kept out of the battlefield by magic, and he moved his feet in the darkness, peering behind the dark pillars of the Reverse Tower to peer out at the former Guardian Egwene at the very center of the dark area.

Even without the power of the Guardian of Tirisfa, her superb spellcasting skills and deep combat instincts remain, making her a formidable foe.

"But what I'm more curious about is how long your body, the old and decaying body of time, can withstand it under the infusion of Karazan's furious magic? Is your will really as steel? Ms. Egwen. ”

Tyrion's deep voice rang out in the darkness, and the next moment, a furious, purple arcane arrow slammed into the place where the sound appeared, representing Lady Egwene's response.

"Oh, looks like you'll have a long way to go... This is not good news. ”

The voice that had upset Egwene sounded in the darkness behind him again, with a hint of cunning and mockery in the back row.

"Calm down! Calm down and don't let him interfere! Magna, you can do it! ”

Lady Egwene cheered herself up in her heart, a trace of exhaustion flashed in her sharp eyes, but the next moment, that exhaustion was erased, and the lady clenched the crystal staff in her hand, her eyes slightly closed, and once again she used her spirit to try to spread throughout the dark Reverse Tower to capture Tyrion's location.

"It's for Medivan! It's for my son..."

The old lady muttered to herself, and at the same moment that her spirit caught an illusory will, Tyrion's nasty voice rang out again:

"You have traveled 1,000 years in time, so tell me, Lady Egwene, have you ever seen all the forces of the world come together against an enemy?"

"Boom"

The explosion of the arcane arrow bloomed behind the Death Knight, and as he wandered idly through the darkness, reaching out and taking something out of the storage ring, he squinted at Egwene, who was holding on to the center of the Reverse Tower, and whispered:

"Have you ever seen a proud elf and a lowly goblin stand together, fighting together for the same goal?"

"Boom"

"Have you ever seen all the prejudices of human beings abandoning their nations and bloodlines to form an indestructible whole, bringing all their forces together in one place, that kind of unstoppable! That kind of invincible? ”

"Boom"

"Have you ever seen the creatures that the world is raised by it be able to save their own world with a shocking sense of self-sacrifice and noble will?"

"Boom"

"Have you really seen the end of your life? Have you ever seen a fragile order collapse under pressure, and people lose hope and even begin to yearn for self-destruction? ”

"Boom"

"Oh, it looks like you haven't seen it! Of course you won't see it..."

When Egwene's hands gathered another cloud of irritable magic, a flash of sharpness flashed in the eyes of the death knight, and he threw the cold thing he was playing with at Egwen, and the ** master, who felt something flying over, subconsciously waved his hand, and a ball of irritable magic arrows accurately hit the surface of the black crystal that flew over.

"Click"

A crack opened on the surface of the black soul crystal, and the next moment, its integrity was completely destroyed, and a wisp of scattered soul was awakened in this heavy blow, and his fragile ghost body was almost completely covered and twisted by the violent magic, and he should have let out a bitter howl, but he didn't, he just looked at his wife with a desperate face in front of him in the sharp pain of soul tearing.

Neras. Elan's soul was consumed by the enraged magic moments before it said to Egwene:

"Let's go! Come on! My dear, you... You can't stop that monster! ”

"Nope! Elam! Elam!! ”

Seeing that she destroyed her husband's soul with her own hands, Magna. Egwene's eyes were full of pain, she was almost desperate, and subconsciously stretched out her hand, trying to save her husband's soul that was torn apart in the magic storm, but at the moment when the magic line lost control, a buzzing magic blade flashed out from the darkness behind her, and the purple magic shield almost collapsed at the touch of a touch, and in the pain of blood splashing, the hideous blade pierced Egwene's abdomen, almost lifting her entire person off the ground.

The tip of the blade pierced into the storm of magic in front of Egwene's eyes, sending the crumbling Nelath apart. Elan's soul greedily swallowed into the sword again.

"Poof"

With a flick of Tyrion's hand, Egwen's battered body was thrown off the blade, rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and finally smashed under the pillar in front of her, a hideous and terrifying blood stain appeared on the ground where she was tumbling, the robe on her abdomen had been completely torn apart, and the hideous wound that pierced through her body... Unfortunately, it was a fatal wound.

"Da, da, da"

Black, artfully embellished skulls and thorn boots rubbed against the bloody ground, and in Egwene's already blurred consciousness, she saw Tyrion crouched in front of her, staring at her with those ice-blue eyes.

There was a hint of curiosity in that look, a hint of scrutiny, and the rest was all indifference.

"Of course you haven't seen the whole world come together, but I have."

The Death Knight looked at the ** master in front of him whose soul and body were torn apart by the apocalypse, and he whispered:

"I see the not-too-distant future, and in the face of the death frenzy that I have set unleashed, they will surely unite and gather all the remaining forces in despair to try to break me, but they will undoubtedly fail... You see, Khadgar modified my plan a little, and he's a really smart guy. ”

"He sees the future of this world, and he wants to leave the spark of civilization for the world in this way, even if he dies, he still pins his hopes on the living, and I, I will never believe in the cowardly living, I will not put my hope in them, but I still agree with the plan proposed by Khadgar, after all, there are different paths."

Tyrion stood up, his hands behind the sword, and he stared coldly at Egwene:

"Every time a united civilization fights back, death will be stronger, and I have no reason to reject such a future, why should I look at me with such eyes? Do you think I'm taking advantage of Khadgar? No, no, no... We're just working together, and although we don't want the same things, we do exactly the same thing, and that's enough! ”

"Ahem"

Egwene breathed hard, and opened her mouth to spew out blood with ice slag, and a trace of hatred and disgust flashed on her blood-soaked face:

"You could have beaten me easily! Why should I hurt Elam with my own hands? ”

This question made Tyrion tilt his head, he thought for a moment, and then looked at Egwen, whose face was full of hatred, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered:

"I... I just want to see how desperate you look..."

"Seriously, that's a lot of fun!"

"Buzz"

The crescent-shaped magic blade slashed through the air, stabbing mercilessly, in the faint sense of the blade piercing the body, tearing the flesh, a blood stain splashed on Tyrion's cheek, he reached out and touched the blood, and then looked at Egwen, who had completely lost his soul and life under his feet, he shrugged his shoulders, drew the magic sword, and turned to leave.

Egwen's soul was resisting, and in this case, even if she was transformed into a lich, she would become another headache for Khadgar, and Tyrion knew very well that the great lich Khadgar had another thought in his heart, and he and himself were not completely of the same mind.

It's embarrassing, and one Khadgar is enough trouble, and Tyrion doesn't want to give himself any more trouble... But this kind of thing, after all, is not going to go according to his ideas.

As Tyrion walked down the hidden staircase and was about to leave the dark tower underground, the light of the pulsating teleportation spell lit up in the darkness, and then a storm of magic slammed into the Death Knight's body, smashing him off the stairs and blasting him into the cold, corpse-strewn pool in the fury of mana.

"Boom"

A wild splash erupted in the filthy pool, as if it had caused a big explosion underwater.

"You! Shame on the High Elves! Slayer! Abuser! Despot! A crumb that should be killed a thousand times! ”

A hoarse and hollow voice sounded in the darkness, with a touch of hatred and irritability:

"I should have killed you the first time we met... Look what you've done! You killed Egwen and Elan! Oh my God, you're ruining our business! That just and great cause! ”

"Smack"

The water-stained armor buckled to the edge of the pool, and the next moment, the whole body was wet, and a mess of Tyrion jumped out of the pool, and he looked at the figure that appeared in front of him in the reverse tower, the necromancer in a white robe with a withered face, but he could still vaguely see the once handsome necromancer.

That's Merry, who had a one-sided relationship. Winterwind, the first undead to die 3,800 years ago, is said to be Magna. Egwen and Neras. Elan's best friend.

"Bang"

The armor torn by the magic was thrown to the ground casually, and Tyrion, who was only wearing a look shirt, looked at the tyrannical undead ** master in front of him, the muscles behind him shook strangely, and soon, two twisted balls of flesh bulged behind him. In Winterwind's astonished gaze, a pair of huge, icy demon wings wrapped in darkness appeared behind Tyrion in the midst of flesh and blood.

It flapped, then covered the Death Knight's body like a shield.

"You're a dangerous opponent, so I feel like I'm going to have to use some super-limited powers, you see, the archdemon Kazak has a strange power in his blood, and it changes me..."

Tyrion's voice trembled, as if suffering some kind of strange pain:

"I don't like the feeling, the demon's blood is changing my body, and every time I use it, I feel... Wrath! ”

"Boom"

Between the bursts of death energy, Merry. Winter Wind flew upside down as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, and it took two flashes in a row before he was able to stand between the smashed pillars, and he looked at Tyrion, who was now wrapped in dark red lightning bolts, his wings spread like a real demon.

"I heard that you have a Dreadlord sealed in your body? Casanatyr? ”

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