As the gate of the two planets that are far away in the stars, the opening of the dark gate is definitely not something that the orc warlock Gul'dan can do alone, in fact, this planet-level portal is two-way, that is, at the same time that Gul'dan opened the portal, in Azeroth, there is another guy who is not weaker than him to assist him.

This person is Madison. Egwen.

Medivan has many titles, he is the most powerful astral mage in the Azeroth mage world and the last guardian of civilization, but unfortunately he died 2 years ago, at the hands of his best friend and his only apprentice.

His best friend's name is Anduin. Lothar, the human marshal of this battle, and his only disciple, named Khadgar... Yes, the guy who just escaped from Tyrion.

Medivan is a very complicated person, simple right and wrong can't describe him, and the legend about him will be detailed later, in short, after Medivan's death, the key to his mage Takarazan that contains endless secrets, 90% of the time, fell into the hands of Khadgar.

That's why Tyrion had been with the Death Knights for months before waiting for this war, and he knew that Khadgar would play in this war, and if he was going to enter Karazhan, then this was an opportunity he couldn't afford to miss.

"Bang"

The four corpses had just died, and there was not much death energy born in the body, and under the inducement of Tyrion, the resulting explosion swept away everything within a radius of 5 meters of the two people, and disgusting flesh and bones were splashed everywhere.

Tyrion stood in the crater, he reached out to wipe the flesh from his shoulder, he reached out and stroked the blade of the black heavy sword, finally clasping a drop of blood to his fingertips, it was Khadgar's blood.

He put it under his nose and sniffed, a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your blood is so unique, it will point you to your place for me, Khadgar, you can't run!"

"Glokush, don't kill! Follow me! ”

Tyrion flipped on his horse, mentally chanting the name of his apprentice and only partner, and manipulated the reins of his horse and charged out of the battlefield, slashing the mages and soldiers who tried to resist along the way to the ground by his chilling heavy sword, and their blood was sucked by Tyrion to replenish the death energy in his body.

Behind him, Glokush. The black hand wielded a heavy steel scepter and chased after Tyrion like a mad beast, and everywhere he went, there was a bloody storm.

The two of them easily penetrated the human position, not that they were invincible, in fact, at this time, the war had re-entered the scorching stage, and the magic offensive set off by the human mage was defused by the death knight, and the humans and orcs had to start a crazy white-knuckle battle again.

In this case, no one cares about two guys trying to flee the battlefield.

On the other side, not far from the battlefield, in the forest leading to the Arathi Heights, Khadgar rushed out of the shattered space in a state of confusion, his robe covered in blood, he lay on the ground, the robe on his left arm was torn by the explosion, and his arm was already covered with hideous abrasions and frostbite.

"That's... What a monster that! ”

He reached out and wiped the stinky blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and the pain in his body told him that in the battle just now, more than one plague-like thing had entered his body, and while his body was rapidly cooling, his blood was strangely boiling again.

"He's not like the other Black Knights..."

Khadgar in his full state may not be weaker than Tyrion, or even stronger, but the problem is that he is tired from unleashing strategic magic, and the Death Knight's attacks are too weird.

It's like an Ancient Hunter against a soldier with a shotgun, maybe the two are equally strong, but you can't expect the Ancient Hunter to dodge the guns and bullets he first sees.

As the only disciple of the astral mage Medivan, Khadgar is definitely not close to weakness.

Another reason is that in his previous gaming career, Tyrion has fought against indigenous mages more than once, such as Khadgar, an academic mage who has a class and is not very experienced in combat, and Tyrion knows their fighting style with his eyes closed.

Of course, if it was Khadgar 20 years later, Tyrion would definitely have to hide as far as he could, and Khadgar, who had grown to his peak at that time, was just like a real monster.

"Smack"

Khadgar supported his body with the staff in his hand, this black, carved owl pendant, and red ribbon staff, was the staff of his mentor Medivan's guardian, a powerful artifact, but the current Khadgar could not be recognized by it, unable to use its true power.

"Khadgar! Khadgar, are you alright? ”

An old voice rang out in the communication rune that Khadgar had carried, and the mage picked it up and coughed:

"Master Ansrem, I'm fine."

"Come back soon! The paladins of the Silver Hand have helped us suppress the orc knights, and we need to rearrange the circle and fight off the damned orcs! ”

"Yes! I tried to rush back. ”

He used his powerful spirit to suppress the magical plague in his body with his huge magical power, so that the teleportation technique could not be used, and he could only walk out of the forest quickly, trying to find the nearest human stronghold to the battlefield.

And at the moment when he rushed out of the forest, he happened to see a team rushing quickly from the Arathi Heights, looking like elven rangers who were delivering orders or supporting the battlefield, the number was about 40 people, which happened to be a combat formation of the High Elf Travelers.

"Hey! Take me for a ride, rangers! ”

Khadgar blessed himself with a sound amplification spell, and he hurried towards the rangers, and the rangers on Queldore's horses heard the cry for help, and their leader, a blonde ranger in the Far Wanderer armor, made a gesture, and the group stopped, watching Khadgar walking towards them warily.

"Human, who are you!"

Aurelia looked up and down at the embarrassed human mage in front of her, his robes stained with disgusting blood and flesh, and his face was old, probably in his 50s, his hair was defeated, but his eyes were about the same as those of a young man.

"My name is Khadgar, I'm from Dalaran, I'm being chased by an orc monster, I need to go and meet my companions now, you're a ranger on the battlefield, right?"

Khadgar said sincerely:

"Take me for a ride!"

"Serent, take him!"

Aurelia didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, and she said indifferently to the Ranger Captain beside her:

"If you make the slightest move, kill him!"

"Yes! Captain! ”

Khadgar couldn't help but shrug his shoulders at this murderous command, but as a mage, he still knew a thing or two about these elves, and some of them were not very approachable.

Less than five minutes after Khadgar and the rangers set off again, they were forced to stop again.

In front of them, on the road to the battlefield, two figures in black armor, black helmets, and black hoods stood in front of them.

The moment he saw Tyrion, Khadgar's eyes tightened, and he swung his staff, only to be slashed by a large fireball at Tyrion in an instant, only to be slashed by the latter with his heavy sword.

But Tyrion's gaze didn't fall on Khadgar, instead, under the black visor, the ice-blue eyes, staring at the leader of the rangers, the woman with blond hair and blue war paints on her face and arms.

"Aurelia..."

Tyrion whispered her name in a voice that only he could hear, and the sudden appearance of the old man made his cold thoughts rise and fall for a moment, but the next second, his eyes became cold.

In the flames of the shattered fireballs, Tyrion's heavy sword was pointed at Khadgar, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Drop that human mage, Windranger... I don't belong to the tribe, and I have no intention of being your enemy! ”

"Monster!"

Khadgar jumped from the Ranger Sarente's warhorse, stood in front of the Ranger with his staff in hand, and shouted in a loud voice:

"This monster followed the Dark Knight of the tribe to slaughter our mage, don't listen to him, he's a lackey of the orcs!"

Hearing this, Aurelia drew the war bow behind her backhand, this action was like an order from the rangers, and in the next moment, more than 40 bows and arrows sealed all the dodge space of Tyrion and Glokush.

And just before Aurelia's sharp arrow was fired, the dark knight who was hiding his face suddenly spoke:

"Windranger, you want to know about Tyrion. The last whereabouts of the Dawnblade? ”

"Huh?"

Aurelia's movements froze at this moment, her eyes fixed on the black knight in front of her, and she could feel that dark gaze lingering on her for a moment.

"Hand me that mage, and I'll tell you Tyrion's whereabouts!"

Windranger's expression changed for a moment, but eventually, her eyes turned cold.

"I'm sorry, but he's dead!"

"Whoosh"

Sharp arrows stabbed at Tyrion, and the next moment, a rain of flying arrows surrounded Tyrion and Glokush, but the sharp arrows pierced their bodies, but there was no way to stop them, and Tyrion drove his horses to rush towards the rangers, and Glokush followed.

"Black Hand, kill all those rangers! The woman and the Ranger Captain... Leave it to me! ”

"Tyrion, don't be soft, or else... You're going to die! ”

Grokush sensed his companion's hesitation, and he mentally warned Tyrion, the steel scepter in his hand pulsing with the sheen of frost and blood runes, and a heavy magical shield of death appeared in front of him, like a heavy chariot, and rushed towards the scattered rangers.

On the other side, under the siege of Aurelia, Khadgar, and Serent, Tyrion was also caught in a fierce battle.

"Monster! Go to hell! ”

"Boom"

Aurelia and Celent blocked Tyrion's charge with knives and arrows, buying Khadgar time to cast spells, and the mage with his hands free finally burst into the terrifying firepower of a mage.

In an instant, three flying fireballs roared and charged at Tyrion, who swung his heavy sword to block the sharp arrows fired by Aurelia, and reached out with his Deathgrip to toss the rushing Setren aside, and by the time he turned around, the three fireballs could no longer be dodged.

"Boom"

Tyrion on his horse was hit head-on by three fireballs, and both he and his horse were rushed out with a violent explosion, and his body rolled on the ground several times before he stood up from the ground with his heavy sword.

He lowered his head, his own horse had been torn apart in the explosion, and his dark cloak was scorched, even his well-protected hair had been burned.

This caused an unbearable rage in Tyrion's heart, death had taken away many things from him, and everything that was left behind was the most precious treasure to him.

"Whoosh"

Whistling arrows stabbed at his head, trying to pierce the dark monster's skull.

"Click"

Tyrion raised his hand, and in a fraction of a second, the sharp arrow was caught in the palm of his hand, and the next second it was broken.

He looked a little embarrassed on the outside, but at this time, he tilted his head and looked at Celent who rushed towards him, and Khadgar who hid behind Aurelia to hide his spell, the anger of death, the pent-up hatred of the living, finally exploded in his heart.

He let go of the hilt of the heavy sword in his hand, his hands spread, and scarlet blood runes exploded in his palms.

"Your blood... It's mine! ”

A hoarse voice rang out, like a spell.

The forward Ranger Serrant's imposing charge was out of shape in an instant, and the whole person rolled to the ground, the halberd fell to the side, and the crimson blood gushed out along the cut wound on his arm, and behind Aurelia, the devastating magic that Khadgar had been chanting to the end was also cut off by a sudden burst of pain in his body.

The pale-faced mage opened his mouth, a stream of boiling blood spurted out of his mouth, and the interrupted chant of magic caused the gathered mana to explode, lifting the mage's body several meters away in this moment.

Two different streams of blood converged into blood balls in front of Tyrion's eyes, and then quickly turned into blood mist, and were finally sucked into Tyrion's mouth, and with the replenishment of blood, the death energy in his body was quickly replenished, and even his injured body was also healed a little.

"Hmm"

He opened his arms and let out a satisfied moan.

"Vampire blood... How delicious! ”

Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood from his neck, his hungry and frantic gaze fell on Aurelia's, he held out his finger and whispered:

"Let's go! Windranger, think about the lives of your subordinates, this is your last chance to turn back..."