Chromie is also a bronze dragon, and in the game that Tyrion once indulged in, this eccentric bronze dragon always meets players in the form of a dwarf priest, and is not as cold as other dragons, and occasionally asks players for help when they are in trouble, which makes her almost the full representative of the bronze dragon power.

But the real world isn't as simple as a game, and Tyrion didn't just try his luck when he chose Chromie.

Of all the bronze dragons Tyrion has come into contact with, only Chromie will let the player change the plot, and she will even induce the player to do so, although the embodiment in the game is just one cold mission after another, but this is the real world, the more you understand this world, the more Tyrion feels that the "fun" things that Chromie has done are definitely not just happy from the heart.

The bronze dragon Crodom is trying to change history in a botched game... There is no doubt about that.

"Do you know that Chromie well?"

After questioning Sephir, Khadgar followed Tyrion through the passages of the Dark Temple, and the archmage whispered:

"Why do you know so much about dragons? Was the collection of books in the court of Quel'Salas so rich? ”

"I haven't met Chromie, but trust me, Archmage."

Tyrion said without looking back:

"If the ruler of this timeline we're in is Lady Cromy, why do I need to go to such great lengths to go to this hellish place in the Outlands to accumulate strength? If it's really Chromie who manages this place, maybe she'll even offer to help me build the Legion of Death in Azeroth... All I can say is that I was not lucky enough, and Ms. Seffir was too stubborn and naïve. ”

"What the hell is going on in the world that the Bronze Dragon governs?"

A hint of doubt and curiosity flashed in the archmage's eyes, and he asked, "When I was studying with the master in Karazhan, I heard the master say that the world in the eyes of the bronze dragon is infinite, and they see the world as infinite possibilities, and they are constantly trying new possibilities, is that true?" ”

"That's pretty much the problem."

The Death Knight replied coldly:

"The power that the bronze dragon has is time, at an important historical node, after the interference of many factors, it will make important historical figures make completely different decisions, and the fate of the world will be divided into two, and a world will give birth to countless completely different timelines in this endless choice, and the future of each timeline world is different."

"It sounds nice that the Bronze Dragons are in charge of managing them and correcting the occasional errors in the timeline, but unfortunately, thousands of years later, the diversity of the timeline is long gone, and you heard Sephir say that all existing timeline worlds are moving according to the future chosen by the Lord of Time, Nozdorm... Trust me, you won't want to see that future. ”

This answer made Khadgar frown:

"Why did the Lord of Time do this?"

Tyrion stopped and glanced back at Khadgar, the light in his eyes very strange:

"It's simple, he's crazy!"

"What?"

"Don't be so surprised, Khadgar, not just Nozdorm, all the bronze dragons will go crazy in the future, because they will eventually see that hopeless end, and even Sephir, the poor little girl, can't escape that nightmare... Do you really think I'm playing a trick on the go? ”

The Death Knight stretched out his finger and waved it in the air:

"No, I'm saving her! If she's smart enough, she'll end up on my side. ”

"Bang"

As he spoke, Tyrion pushed open the closed door in front of him, and was greeted by a brightly lit hall, where countless hedron lamps left by the Draenei dotted every corner of the hall, and the blood mage Severn was busy in the hall, preparing for the ritual that was about to begin.

The Death Knight turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the archmage behind him.

"It's time to hit the road, my friend Khadgar."

He raised his head and looked at the hesitation in the archmage's eyes, and Tyrion lowered his voice and whispered:

"Life is bright and beautiful, but it also traps everyone, since you have chosen to walk with us, what you need is no longer to cherish life, but complete liberation, only to get rid of the inherent weakness of life, you can take over the torch in our hands..."

"Does it have to be like this?"

Khadgar swallowed, although he had made up his mind, but when it really came to the moment of decision, everyone would hesitate, they would hesitate, after all, this is not as simple as choosing tonight's dinner, this is the difference between life and death... This is the hardest choice.

He looked at Tyrion, and the archmage waved his hands and said:

"I mean, I can join you as a living being, maybe I don't have to go through such a harsh decision, I want to breathe good air, drink spirits, kiss my lover... Well, I admit that I regret it, when I really stood in front of this threshold, I didn't want to die, I haven't been in a relationship yet, I haven't left a blood line for my family, I haven't expressed my heart to the person I like... Anyway, I mean..."

Khadgar's tone became sincere:

"I still have a lot of things to do, and I can't just die here."

In the face of this sudden cowardice, Tyrion was not angry, he just took a step back, looked at Khadgar in front of him, and said softly:

"The choice between life and death is the most difficult, I can understand that no one wants to give up a living life if they can, but Khadgar, as the dead, we can't trust the living, the contradictions between the two sides cannot be bridged by a common idea, if you really want to do something, you have to make sacrifices... Do you understand? ”

"Sacrifice, the foundation of victory rests on sacrifice, this is a true proverb!"

Tyrion coughed lightly, and he looked into Khadgar's blue eyes, and he muttered for a moment, and said:

"But if that's your choice, I'll accept it, let the ceremony be postponed for a while, and I'm sure you'll eventually understand the meaning of the sacrifice... And when that time comes, I'll welcome you with open arms. ”

The Death Knight waved his finger, and the Blood Mage Severn, who had already arranged the ritual, showed a hint of mockery on his face, and then quietly retreated into the darkness, and as Tyrion turned to leave, Khadgar suddenly asked again:

"You shouldn't be such a generous person, I mean... As the Grand Lord of the Knights of the Darkblade, you should have behaved a little more domineering. ”

"So you're wondering why I'm so generous to you?"

Tyrion turned his head, a flash of peace in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:

"Sephir is right about your future, I've seen that you will be a true hero in the future... Do you understand? There are many people in this world who talk about it, and they will express their bravery and courage impassionedly, but when it comes to the choice between life and sacrifice, few people can stand up... You deserve my side, Khadgar. ”

"Akama will prepare a comfortable abode for you, the Dark Temple's magical texts are all open to you, if you don't like to be around the dead, you can go to Shattrath to relax, but don't forget to be prepared, Archmage... The devil is coming. ”

"A brutal war you've never seen before is about to begin."

Tyrion walked around the corner of the Dark Temple, hesitated and softened as he stepped into the upper staircase, and after traversing the red veiled hall, he appeared in the garden area above the Dark Temple.

This was originally where Luminas lived, the Death Knight who most looked like a living man had planted a lot of delicate plants in the world of Draenor here, even during the time she was stationed on the Hellfire Peninsula, it was carefully cared for by the Breakers, and Tyrion rarely came here, it was like a manor-like place, which was really not suitable for a dead man like him.

But now, this small garden has a new owner.

Tyrion stood behind the lush green vines, silently watching Aurelia water the plants, her plain robes, her long dark golden hair dancing in the air as she stooped as she walked, and the pale sun of the Hellfire Peninsula shone on her, a halo of light.

It's like the Windswept Village that used to be in Quel'Thalas, and it's like the most perfect woman in Tyrion's heart.

The corners of the Death Knight's mouth curled upwards as he stood like a sculpture, and there was a rare tenderness in his ice-blue eyes, which was the deepest emotion hidden in his heart, but there was also a trace of worry in his eyes.

Sarein's thirst for blood is extremely terrifying, it is an instinct engraved in the bone marrow, whether it is Nasa and her watchmen, or the two blood mages, they were once strong-willed people, but now, they have been immersed in the thirst for blood, although they can still retain their emotions in normal times, but once they enter the state of battle, these Sarein and the blood servants will become extremely manic, they are immersed in the pleasure of sucking blood.

Blood makes them strong, but blood also destroys them.

Tyrion poured all of the blood of Salein into Aurelia's body, which would minimize her impact, but the desire to draw blood would one day explode, and at that time, would Aurelia be able to hold on?

He doesn't want to see his lover turn into a blood-hungry monster, but after crossing death, he has to leave something behind... It was a hurdle that Aurelia had to go through, and no one could help her.

"Why did you choose to stand there and watch instead of coming to help me?"

A hoarse voice interrupted Tyrion's thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Aurelia standing cross-legged in the sunlight, looking at him dissatisfied:

"The garden left behind by Lumi is too big for me to manage alone, and I need help! Right now... Tyrion. Dawnblade, I order you to come and help me! ”

"Okay."

The Death Knight shrugged, took off his cold armor, set it aside, and walked out into the greenery of the garden, grabbing another jug, and as he approached, Aurelia gently hugged him from behind.

"You're such a ruthless man, you weren't so silent before, and now it's just the two of us, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Tyrion's lips moved, and after a few seconds he spoke, his voice dry and low, like dry wood, and he said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Sometimes, I quietly wish I was still alive... Still living in Quel'Thalas, in Windwalk Village, to be a low-level ranger who will not do much in his life, poor or humble, as long as you are by my side, I can persevere in those days, forget my incompatibility with this world, forget those absurd memories that should have been forgotten a long time ago. ”

"I'm not ready, Aurelia, either by sudden death, or by being awakened to witness her mother's death and start fighting back... Even to kill Gul'dan in the center of the world, I was not ready ... It pushed me down the road, and I couldn't see the light in front of it. ”

"But in fact, I'm still the same as before, I haven't changed much..."

The Death Knight turned, stretched out his hands, and hugged the lady in his arms, who rubbed against his chest like a kitten, and the sun shone on the two dead men, and the pale halo seemed to dispel each other's coldness, and he whispered:

"As long as I have you by my side, no matter what kind of day it is, I can stick to it."

"Don't leave me again..."

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Every day, hundreds of meteors crash into Argus's shattered ground, a world as vast as Azeroth's has long since died, and more than 70% of the continent has been shattered by the ravages of evil powers, leaving only the last three lands remaining in Argus's terrible environment.

The Eredas of this world have been infected by evil energy, and have become irritable and powerful, and their bodies full of evil energy make them yearn for destruction and war, and they will choose to fight back and destroy everything that does not surrender.

Now, though, the Eredians have a new problem.

"Boom"

The five Evil Ships that swept through the sky smashed a scorching attack like meteors on the ground of Crocoun, causing the shattered earth to sway and tremble, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment, but such a frantic attack still could not help the monster in front of him.

"I am the Wings of Death! Destroyer of Destiny! All things will be... Burning! ”

In the dark green evil magma lake, a monster with a black dragon's head and disgusting flesh tentacles all over its body roared wildly, fighting back, and even the most powerful evil warriors would be easily torn to pieces by its tentacle dragon claws, and under the attack of wave after wave of scorching magma rain that was set off, the people of Ereda could only flee the area in embarrassment.

"Hell! What kind of monster is this? A god in the starry void! ”

Admiral Sphorakus, the commander of the Eredans and the Council of Commanders of Antoran, stood on the bridge of her ship, slammed her fist into the porthole in front of her with an angry fist, and looked viciously at the flesh monster that had survived the devastating attack, and at the three ships in the sky that had been shot down by ferocious essentia arrows.

In the end, she could only breathe a sigh of helplessness and waved her hand:

"Report to Lord Kilgardan, our fleet is completely unable to deal with this unkillable monster!"

"It seems that he can only come in person."