It's getting late, and there are so many things happening on the land of Azeroth on what should have been an ordinary day.

Affection, hatred, betrayal, killing, expulsion, chaos... Incomprehensible emotions in a single day, in different manifestations, successfully stirred up the northern frontier of this world into a mess.

On the surface, everything looks like it's in order, but in reality?

Everything is out of order... While the human empire is facing a life-and-death crisis, the Dark Blade is also facing a sudden internal fission, just like two individuals who live together, and the change of one will always cause a reaction from the other.

In this case, the Emperor of Humanity has begun to push for the final salvation of the empire in desperation, and the Lord of the Dark Blade has finally stopped waiting and has begun to face the biggest uncertainty in the system he has built.

But what the outcome is, this strife, this strife that has been going on for years, both internal and external, will be answered tonight.

In the twilight of dusk, Tyrion's favorite mount, the Duke of Death, landed slowly at Karazhan's renovated gate, and the King of the Blades jumped off the raven, patting his mount on the head, which let out a hoarse hiss, then flapped his wings and flew into the magical mist-shrouded sky.

Tyrion looked back, and the view of the upwind trail was the same as he had seen before, and no matter how drastically the outside world changed, the scenery here still seemed to be like this... But soon, things are about to change.

It is impossible for all the people who have migrated from the north to be distributed in several regions of the Difia Federation, and some races that are not very suitable for contact with ordinary people, such as werewolves, must arrange a relatively independent reservation area for them.

So soon, the 6th city-state district of the Defia Federation will be established in the Sorrowful Swamp on the other side of the Windwind Trail, which will be seen as a new frontier for all the farmers and merchants of the entire Federation, as well as those immigrants from the North, Tyrion's plan is actually clear, he has been trying to unite the world of Draenor and the lands controlled by the Defia Federation.

Seriously, that small and calm world is also in dire need of new vitality...

However, before that, Tyrion had to solve the biggest problem in front of him, he raised his head and looked at the tall dark spire in front of him, he pulled out the ash bringer behind him with his backhand, and strolled forward, Karazhan closed the gate, as if sensing the arrival of his master, in a burst of gears and sparks, the gate slowly opened, and the dim light behind the gate looked like the throat of some kind of beast with its teeth open, filled with ominousness.

"So, did you know in advance that I was coming?"

Tyrion entered the entrance of the Mage's Tower, and as he quietly stepped up the staircase, he said to himself:

"So, are you ready to speak?"

"Then give it a try, try the language, or whatever, to save your life..."

Behind him, the endless cold darkness spreads...

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"Come with me, Khadgar!"

The pale-masked Garona clutched Khadgar's sleeve and tried to drag him forcibly to the flickering astral portal behind her, which was a "legacy" left by Medivan, which was difficult to activate, but when activated, it would throw the user somewhere that the astral mage had explored.

Frankly speaking, this is definitely a fatal move, because 99% of the areas in the stars are not suitable for life, and only the most desperate people will go crazy to use this thing.

"Please, count me on."

In the face of the great lich who sat indifferently in his chair and did not say a word, the voice of the half-orc assassin Garona was filled with tears:

"Come with me! You're no match for him, don't give your life here, please, come with me, let's go to other worlds and throw this mess here. ”

"No, Garona."

Khadgar's silver eyes did not have much emotion, like a real undead, he stretched out his cold hand, took off the mask from Karona's face, he showed a difficult smile, gently touched Garona's face, he said:

"Get out of here... Never come back, no matter what the outcome, that Khadgar inside you will die tonight... I have fulfilled my last obligation to the world and to this civilization, so no matter what lies ahead, I will accept it calmly. ”

"What about me?"

Garona's big eyes, inherited from the Draenei bloodline in her body, sparkled with pleading, and she fell to her knees on one knee and looked at the Great Lich:

"What about your obligations to me? You can't just push me back into the human world, do you know how happy I am the moment I learn that you still have real feelings? I thought our story would go on, I thought..."

"Bang"

The door of Karazan's top room was completely swept open by the black flames that were surging at this moment, and in the violent and dancing flames, Tyrion's figure appeared in front of the two people, he glanced at the expressionless Khadgar, and then at Garona who was kneeling on the ground, a cold smile flashed on his thin face, as if facing a friend, he whispered:

"Oh, kid... What a touching love story, a shameless traitor, an assassin of the dark, who can still flirt here in the face of death, saying, Khadgar, why don't you answer dear Garona? ”

"Tell her you love her... Then, in front of her, I will tear your soul apart little by little... And then I'll be... Let her go, as the end of your tragic love..."

"Bang"

The dim Ember Bringer was on the ground, a throbbing apparition tearing everything around him apart, and Tyrion's eyes were cold between the eerie smell of shattered potions, torn tore tomes, and splatters of dust.

"I love the story, I like the ending even more..."

"Huh"

The legendary dagger known as the Kingkiller jumped into Garona's hands, and the Master Assassin was now like a reckless warrior, standing in the way of the silent Khadgar, her blue eyes staring at the murderous Tyrion, and she shouted:

"I won't allow you to hurt him!"

"Tsk, it's really paranoid love."

Tyrion didn't do it at once, he just looked at Khadgar and then at Garona, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"You're full of lies! Garona. Haval Olsen, you have blood on your hands, you have been working for liars and butchers all your life, but you think you are high, you think you have a bottom line, you think that your twisted love is above all else, you think that this will offset your sins, but look at you, trained as a killing machine, with a never-restless killing heart beating in your heart, come on, that's your instinct, an instinct that will never go away. ”

The King of the Dark Blades lifted the Ember Bringer, and between the swings of the heavy blades, a dizzying phantasmagion of the blade danced on the black blade, and he held the blade in front of him, looking at the orc assassin in front of him through the sides of the blade, he whispered:

"Look, your bills are dripping blood, and you'll never be able to pay back your blood debts... Now, do you think saving a lover who is not much nobler than you can change anything? ”

"Hehe, that's the lowest level of love, I think, you're just deceiving yourself! Seriously, has the person behind you ever said he really loves you? Maybe you're his tool, too? That dark wisdom that treats everyone as pawns to play with, like he betrayed me, and sooner or later he will send you to hell too... I'm helping you, silly boy. ”

"I... Love her! ”

As soon as Tyrion's words fell, a calm voice rang out from behind Garona, Khadgar stood up from his chair with the Staff of the Guardian, he reached out and tossed Garona to the other side, he looked at Tyrion, and under the leap of silver light that flashed in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:

"It's a matter between you and me, don't involve anyone else."

"You got her involved, Khadgar, but not me..."

Tyrion's figure vanished suddenly, a flash of black light brushed over Khadgar's body, and in the beating of the golden rune chains that burst out of the Great Lich, the heavy blade of the Ash Bringer slashed at the Great Lich's Body Shield, followed by nine sword shadows slashing at every magical support point of the Great Lich's shield with full force from all directions.

The dark red death energy and the cold magic collided, like a spark shining from the top of the mage tower, just the first sword of the battle, cut off 2 of the 5 pillars that supported the top room... And that's just "saying hello".

"Bang"

After the magic support point was destroyed, the magic shield of Khadgar's talisman shattered between the swaying of the magic, but the moment the staff in the great lich's hand touched the ground, a layer of brilliant violet light enveloped his body and Tyrion's body, and the magic of the entire Karazan Mage Tower flowed into the spell guided by Khadgar at this moment, and the heavy pressure was like a closed ring, swallowing the bodies of the Great Lich and the King of Dark Blades completely between the purple light shields.

Khadgar didn't want the aftermath of the battle between the two to destroy the mage tower that meant so much to him, and he didn't want Garona to be in danger, so he resorted to a near-suicide approach.

At Garona's scream, the entire violet light curtain suddenly dissipated at this moment, and the hall was no longer occupied by Khadgar and Tyrion.

"I didn't betray you!"

In another solid space, in the heavy shadow of the sword that flew in the sky as Tyrion rolled up, the Great Lich's cry resounded through the eerie space:

"I'm loyal to the Darkblade!"

"Bad joke!"

Tyrion responded, his figure darting through space like black lightning, and behind the archlich, he raised his blade with a dark red halo of light, the death chill that mixed with his body was like an aura, enough to make any creature shrouded in it be lifeless, frozen in frost.

"Bang"

Pure arcane power, the blue-purple halo erupted under Tyrion's blade, and the massive impact pushed the Darkblade King's body several meters, and as the light faded, Khadgar frowned as he looked at the deep visible scars on his arm.

"Listen to me..."

"Not interested!"

"Bang"

Another sword slashed, the figure of the Great Lich seemed to be slashed by the blade, but it was just a boring illusion, as a lich with an incomparably strong sense of magic, for this kind of battle spell researched by human archmages, Khadgar was almost at ease, and he swung his staff when he appeared on the other side, and the gathering of flames, ice, and energy roared and smashed towards the King of Dark Blades in the form of a storm, but it didn't even touch the corner of Tyrion's clothes.

"I can explain!"

"Oh, I'll be quiet when you're dead!"

It's a clash of words and offense and defense again, this time Tyrion didn't hold back, the surface of the ash messenger in his hand surged with a surging halo, this sword roared and slashed upward, the energy surging on the blade was like the sharpest energy blade, breaking away from the sword body, whistling towards the sky of this violet enchantment, the dark blade shadow whistling and dancing behind the energy blade, like a sharp blade storm that enveloped the entire enchantment in an instant.

There is nowhere to hide!

The silver light in Khadgar's eyes skyrocketed, and he could see that each of these blade shadows carried a powerful death energy, as long as it was touched, it would be immediately frozen, and with Tyrion's attack speed, as long as it was frozen, it would mean the end of the body being shattered, not to mention, this imposing King of the Dark Blade was now studying the soul, which could not be concealed from the Great Lich.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The Great Lich's fingers flicked, and an obscure light danced throughout the space, and the magic array of the dual magic of cold and shadow that belonged to the Lich could only be used, "Death Withering", finally spread to every inch of the entire space, and between the bursts of magic power, those flying blades were intercepted by the magic power, or simply assimilated directly.

But before Khadgar could catch his breath, a cold death frost rose under his feet, and the lich raised his head, and Tyrion, whose body was wrapped in black fire, seemed to have stepped out of another dimension, ignoring the terrifying killing and magical suppression of Death's death, the dark blade seemed to be about to pierce his body in the next moment, and Khadgar, the casting of the Ash Bringer, had also heard of it, but he had never known the true power of this sword.

And now, in just a few minutes, the Great Lich Khadgar was about to be forced back by this strange shadow blade, and although he was still far from defeat, the pressure of the battle was increasing, and when Tyrion swung it, it was almost as if a dozen Darkblade Kings were besieging him alone...

"It seems that now you have lost your cool, you can't listen to anything, I don't want to do this, but..."

"Please, let me be presumptuous!"

"Boom"