On the entrance platform of the Sargeras Veil, the battle was over, Gul'dan's blood was sprinkled all over the ground around the broken stone pillar, his mutilated body was suspended on the purple psychic circle, the blood mages Severn and Ottem were engrossed in operating the circle, and a carefully prepared black soul stone was suspended above the corpse.

They want to extract the soul of Gul'dan in the slack, so that this cunning bastard will not come out of his shell again.

"The demons are coming, and you've taken their prey."

The wraiths of the Night Elves floated quietly in the darkness, awaiting their final fate, while their High Priest, Moon Burial, stepped out of the darkness and looked at Tyrion with his pale green eyes, his eyes full of scrutiny:

"Shouldn't we go?"

The Death Knight nodded, there was a white skull in his hand, he put it in front of his eyes, the surging light of evil energy kept shining in the eye sockets of the skull, the Elder God used flesh and blood to reshape Gul'dan's body and bones, and after the Warlock was killed again, a replica of Gul'dan's skull fell into Tyrion's hands again.

This time, it's a truly enhanced version! Because of the power of the Void and the Shadow, the energy contained in this Gul'dan skull was purer than the one Tyrion had obtained before.

"Huh"

Tyrion removed the skull from his belt that belonged to Tarongor and threw it to Luminas behind him, whispering:

"This thing can corrupt the Holy Pact, that is the best material for making magic seals, how strong the holy light is, the darkness brought back after being corrupted will only be stronger, and the Death Knight should also have his own emblem."

Tyrion snapped the new Gul'dan back to his chains, he stood up and flicked his shoulders, two skulls glowing green swaying against the armor of his abdomen, looking very evil, and he glanced back at the growing darkness, the pungent smell of sulfur growing stronger in the humid air.

The furious demons are coming.

The two blood mages handed Tyrion a soul stone that danced with a cold glow, and the latter took it in his hand, feeling the coldness of the surface of the soul stone, and he put the soul stone to his ear, and could faintly hear Gul'dan's miserable wails and unwilling curses.

The noise of death caused the corners of Tyryon's mouth to roll upwards, and he put away the soul stone and looked left and right.

"It's time to go."

The Eye of Sargeras was knocked back into the chest, and Tyrion carried the box to the sealed stone door of the Tomb of Sargeras in front of him, and the blue magic runes continued to beat on the dark stone door, increasing with increasing frequency, which meant that Egwen's barrier was about to be restored, and if they did not slip away in the last time, they would be trapped in this temple and eventually sink back into the sea.

The Death Knights who followed him had a relaxed face, this hunt across the Endless Sea was finally over, and seeing the villain Gul'dan beheaded made everyone feel very good, even Red. The black hand is not empty-handed.

The Orc Overseer carried a wooden chest containing Gul'dan's already cold heart, and although it was a bit regrettable that he could not bring his head to the Great Chief, it was enough to prove Gul'dan's death, which was also infected by evil energy.

"Boom"

The huge stone gate in front of them needed the strength of the death knights to push open a gap, they entered the temple through Guldan's evil energy portal, but now that Gul'dan was dead, they could only leave through the main entrance, and the heavy stone door in front of them was actually the biggest obstacle to the departure of these elven spirits.

Wraiths are necromantic creatures that ignore most of the terrain when fighting and advancing, but as magical creatures, they cannot pass through any obstacles similar to enchantments, and when the human mage Egwene sealed the temple, he carved runes almost all over the entire perimeter of the temple, like an oversized cage, trapping these innocent elven souls in it.

Of course, this can't be blamed on Egwen, when she sealed Sargeras's body, she didn't expect that there would be so many ancient souls in this temple.

"Buzz"

Outside the temple, it was already dusk in the sky, and the fiery red clouds that wrapped around the sky were like burning fires, and the sun that was about to set became soft, and when the first rays of light entered the temple that had been dark for 828 years, the wraiths suspended in the air screamed and fled.

Sunlight, for them, has become strange and deadly.

"Ladies first..."

Tyrion turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the elven soul behind him, and High Priestess Moon Burial looked at the Death Knight with a meaningful gaze, and she asked in a low voice:

"Is that really what set us free? Death knight, your body is filled with a huge amount of death energy, and if you force us to obey, our weak compatriots will not be able to refuse..."

The Death Knight's face remained unchanged, and he replied in the same low voice:

"But what use do I want all that waste?"

His ice-blue eyes looked at the leaders of the three wraiths in front of him, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes:

"It seems to me that only the three of you are of some use to me, but you will not obey me so easily, ladies, I know the Night Elves' obsessive pursuit of freedom, which is an instinct engraved in your bones."

These words made the faces of Captain Raid Moon and the Huntress a little unpleasant, but the Priestess Moon Fu's expression did not change, she was the first to step out of the darkness, standing in the twilight daylight, the gentle sunlight was like a flame, when it came into contact with the body of the resentful spirit, it began to burn, and the body of the priestess's soul swayed a mist like ashes in the sunlight.

She should have been in pain, this punishment of daylight, but the expression on her transparent face grew more and more vivid, until finally, when her body was slightly invisible, a peaceful smile appeared on her cheek.

She opened her arms, and her figure dissipated into the air like floating sand, replaced by a dark blue elf, barely able to see her original face, this is the form of the Night Elf after death, and she will eventually return to the World Tree and enter a new cycle of life.

"Thank you, Tyrion, for giving us freedom... Goodbye, I can already hear the call of the World Tree Nodashir, it's time for me to go home. ”

The elf jumped in the air, and she spun around Tyrion's body several times, eventually nodding on the forehead of the Death Knight, and then quickly rose into the air before vanishing.

The scene was like a sign, and behind the Death Knights, the wraiths who had been terrified of the sunlight let out a piercing scream, rushing into the twilight sunlight in front of them.

The frost storm they had brought in the air had covered the armor of the Death Knights, but when they looked up, they could see the spectacle of thousands of wraiths melted by the sun and turned back into elves.

The floating sand of the resentful spirits burning in the sky refracted the already beautiful twilight light into a thousand brilliances, forming a beautiful scene in front of everyone's eyes, and the elves who had been freed by their souls were like performing rituals, they danced happily and circled around the death knights, like stars shining in the night.

Orc Overseer Red. The eyes of the black hand were blurred, and even the rude and savage orcs felt the same joy in this soul-shaking sight, and he stretched out his hand, and a little elf stayed in the palm of his hand, as if playful, and circled his fingers a few times, and finally converged into the sea of elves at dusk.

With the sound of laughter like silver bells, they rushed to the heights of the sky, as if they had truly turned into stars.

"It's beautiful!"

Luminas spread her arms as she did when she was alive, and spun around the elves, and at this moment, she felt a rare sense of relaxation...

"Is this the reward of good deeds?"

The orc death knight Glokush looked at the sea of elves in front of him, he touched his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"I feel a lot calmer in my restless soul."

"They helped us, we gave them freedom, and that's fair."

Roglio straightened up, he looked at the sunset in the distance, he reached out and took off his helmet that he had never taken off, in the infiltration of death energy, his cheeks had regained their former appearance, he stretched out his hand, wanting to feel the warmth of the sun, but where he entered, it was still cold.

"It's dead..."

The knight shook his head, clasped his helmet under his arm, and stood with the other knights in the twilight sun, almost greedily appreciating the peace of the soul at this moment.

"It's time for me to go, but I want to entrust you with something."

Casparen, the huntress, stepped forward, she looked at Tyrion with a hint of gratitude in her eyes, she touched the head of the ghost owl resting on her wrist, and said to Tyrion:

"Moonpaw has been with me for nearly a thousand years, but unfortunately it is not an elf, and it can't follow me back to the World Tree, so I want you to adopt it."

Tyrion snorted, tilting his head and looking at the ghost owl, the necromantic beast's blood-red eyes that it had a rare memory of life, and death made it stronger.

"I have no reason to refuse this perfect pet..."

Tyrion stretched out his hand to touch the ghost owl, but the bird of prey pecked its fingers fiercely, but under the reluctant gaze of the huntress, the rather psychic owl let out a terrible chirp, stuck out its head and touched the huntress's cheek, and finally landed on the shoulder of the Death Knight with wings.

"It's not a pet, it's a good fighter! Take care of it, Tyrion, goodbye. ”

The huntress took a step back, stood in the sunlight, and at the last moment of her disappearance she whispered:

"Be careful, Tyrion, the dangerous watchers are always behind you..."

"I know that they are always like this, and they will not let go of their prey so easily."

The Death Knight shrugged his shoulders as he watched the huntress' elf disappear into the sky, his eyes turned cold again, he reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder, and he took a step forward as he looked at the rune on the door behind him that was only a trace of closing.

"Wait! Decedent... You can't just take the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter! ”

A crisp voice rang out in the darkness behind them, and the sudden sound caused the Death Knights to draw their weapons in unison, but Tyrion raised his left hand and motioned for the others not to be nervous.

He looked at the magic projection suspended in the darkness behind him, which was not the same as the translucent body of the wraith, this projection was completely made of magical power, and people with almost no eyes could see her face clearly.

But Tyrion knows who she is...

"Lady Egwene, you all said you witnessed our battle in the Tomb of Sargeras, and I was counting on you to help, but now it seems that all you care about is the sealed dangerous object itself."

There was a hint of regret in the Death Knight's voice.

"It seems that as the most notorious guardian of Tirisfa, you really lack the affection that humans should have."

"I have no reason to help you, dead!"

Mage Egwen's magic projection said in a cold voice:

"I didn't cast a magic trap to bury you all in the tomb of Sargeras, and you already have to thank me for my kindness... Finally, do you think the demons all over the temple are so stupid that they can't even spot a few dead people scurrying around? I've helped! You stupid dead! ”

Tyrion was noncommittal, looking at the magic projection in front of him, he asked softly:

"So what exactly do you want to do, Lady Guardian? Say well in advance, I must take the Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras! They have worked very well for me. ”

Tyrion paused, and in Egwen's silence he added:

"I think with an excellent mage like you, it should be very clear that staying here can only expose the truly dangerous existence faster! Gul'dan was not the first careerist, and he will not be the last! ”

"I won't allow it!"

Egwene's magical projection gave a crisp rejection, and with the flick of her fingers, the entire temple began to shake, and a massive force gathered in the depths of the temple, causing the other Death Knights to change their faces slightly.

"Lay down the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter, and you will be able to leave with your own lives in peace! I won't warn a second time! ”

"Huh!"

Tyrion's face darkened in the face of this threat, and as he looked at the magical projection of the Guardian in front of him, he said contemptuously:

"But can you really keep me?"

"Lady Egwene, don't play tricks!"