Salein is probably one of the most mysterious creatures in Azeroth.

Thanks to Tyrion's mutation, this dangerous creature that should have appeared in more than ten years later appeared in the world of Azeroth in advance, and the blood elves live by sucking blood, and the more blood they absorb, the more difficult it is to control the hunger and thirst precipitated in the soul, just like the magic addiction of the High Elves, once it appears, it cannot be controlled, and it will eventually destroy them completely.

But I have to admit that a mature Salein is an absolutely terrifying existence, the reputation of the blood mage Severn has spread throughout Draenor in more than a year of war, and the refugees who escaped from his hands unceremoniously gave him the title of "vampire", it is said that in the war in which Severn participated, it is difficult for you to find a complete corpse, and everywhere you walk, there are terrifying corpses that have been sucked dry of blood.

And now, for the first time, the Elven Ranger Aurelia has seen Tyrion's Salene form, and she's finally noticed... What Tyrion was carrying was more than ten times heavier than she had imagined.

As she tried to get closer to Tyrion again, the blood-red figure broke through the shadows, Nassar grabbed Aurelia by the arm, and the Blood Warden dragged her out of the increasingly dangerous zone as the Ranger struggled.

No one knows better than Nasa how terrifying it is for Tyrion to fall completely into a blood-hungry woman, who herself is a victim of this runaway of control.

"Let go of me! Let go! ”

Aurelia struggled, pulling her dagger from her belt with her backhand and stabbing it at the watcher in the back.

"Bang"

Nasa grabbed Aurelia's wrist as she counterattacked, her cold armor flipped over, forcing Aurelia to throw away the dagger in her hand, her bright red eyes stared at the beautiful ranger in front of her, a strange look of satisfaction and hatred flashed in those eyes, she glanced back at Tyrion who was curled up against instinct and apocalypse, and then said with malice:

"You've done the bad things I've always wanted to do, Ranger... Congratulations, you've just done what everyone in this world wants to do but they can't... You succeeded, ruined him..."

"Huh"

As she was dragged to the first floor of the tavern, Aurelia broke free from Nassar's restraints, she took a step back, her dark red bow and sharp arrows against Nassar's forehead, the ranger looked indifferently at the Blood Warden in front of her, and she asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me! Tyrion: What's wrong? ”

Faced with this threat, Nasa leaned backwards without care, leaning against the already empty tavern bar, she picked up a bottle of wine, twisted the cap, and took a sip, she touched her mouth and looked at Aurelia in front of her.

"Don't worry, cutie, I'll tell you all about all the pain in Tyrion... He ruined my life and that of my sisters, and I'd love to destroy what he cherishes the most... So I'm curious, when you know everything, what choice do you make? ”

"Aurelia, you may not know... You're Tyrion's most prized treasure..."

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The aura of the restless magic sword apocalypse was strange and powerful, almost instantly enveloping the entire Tianya Tavern, the hungry and crazy dark magic invaded the minds of every life nearby, those drunks rushed to the tavern crying wolf, and the disaster had just begun, and the weak-willed guys in the slums were already fighting together, like a brawl.

And the worst thing is that in the slums of Shattrath, the weak-willed ... Many, much more.

Naruadar in the center of Shattrath City was the first to sense the awakening evil, and it opened its aura of holy light to try to suppress the restless Apocalypse Demon Blade, but this weapon forged by Naru's biggest rival demons, the resistance to the holy light was very strong, and Adar could only imprison the dark force field it rolled up in the slums.

The heavily armed Draenei guards received orders from Naru, and they rushed to the Tavern at the End of the World, only to be stopped by uninvited guests.

The returning Lords of Death, Luminas and Iriel, stood at the entrance to the tavern from left to right, facing the menacing Draenei, wielding a warhammer tainted with Void Crystal, she took a step forward and shouted:

"Don't come! Don't get close! ”

Around the two men, the exiled refugees of the slums were intimidated by the apocalypse, and the brawls were like a bloody war, with the Draenei defenders struggling to disperse them, while the followers of the Light chose the same tough answer in the face of the threat of the Death Knights.

"Up! Defeat them! ”

Under the direct orders of Tirassaran, the defending general of Shattrath City, the draenei paladins riding on the thunder elephant launched an attack on the Death Lord, with Irel standing in the way, while Luminas seized the opportunity to resurrect those who died in the brawl, and soon there was a necromantic squad around the Death Knights.

And that's not even the worst.

"Severn! Severn, pause your research! ”

Celent, who flew over Shattrath on a necromantic wyvern, rushed to the location of the Tianya Tavern, the news of Tyrion's loss of control has been known to everyone of the Darkblade Knights, in this city of holy light, the forces of Darkblade are in a weak position, seeing that Luminas and Irel are besieged, Sellant called for support as soon as possible, and the nearest Darkblade stronghold to Shattrath City... It's Oakington Necropolis.

"What's going on? Serent! ”

Severn's voice sounded in Serent's mind, and the next moment, the halberd-wielding Death Knight leaped from the wyvern and joined the war below, and in the spirit link, he responded loudly:

"We are under siege in Shattrath... Fast! Let all the moving Death Knights in the Necropolis come to their aid! ”

"Got it, hold on! It may take up to 20 minutes for the first batch of reinforcements! ”

A few minutes later, above the Oakington Necropolis, the Death Knights on the Necro Wyvern set off for Shattrath City, which was immediately noticed by Naruadal, and a few moments later, the defense of Shattrath City was also assembled, and several Draenei anti-aircraft batteries were aimed at the southern sky, and a great battle... Imminent.

As for the Ranger Aurelia who started it, she didn't know what kind of crisis she had caused, in the empty tavern, she could see the confrontation between the Death Lord and the Draenei Paladins, but she was more concerned about Tyrion's condition at this time.

Nassa, the Blood Warden, took a few minutes to tell Aurelia about Tyrion, and although she was forced to resist Tyrion due to her identity, it didn't mean that Nasa couldn't take revenge on him.

"Look, that's the biggest problem right now."

Nasa spread her hands and pointed to the suppressed roar coming from above her head:

"Tyrion is trying to fight the corruption of the apocalypse with his blood instinct, but it's just drinking to quench his thirst... I'll just put it bluntly, depending on how I feel about the magic sword, Tyrion wants to suppress it, even if it sucks up all the blood around it... for his own will has been confused. ”

The Blood Warden flirtatiously stretched out her finger and tapped Aurelia's forehead, and she playfully said:

"A phrase that Tyrion often talks about, the undead are immersed in the memories of the past is the beginning of self-destruction, and he asks his Death Knights to abandon the past, he is there to protect them, but you can also see, in fact, it is he who is most immersed in the past... He can't let go of the things in the past, to put it more bluntly, he can't let go of his feelings for you, Aurelia. Windranger. ”

"I've been watching him, and when Tyrion is alone, the name he says most is you... He was like a poor creature walking on the path of the abyss, knowing that he would only be destroyed if he went all the way, but he had to do it... His tolerance for the rebellious Luminas is more of a pathetic form of sympathy. ”

Looking at Aurelia's dull gaze, Nassa snorted, threw the wine glass in her hand to the ground a little bored, watching it fall to pieces, she moved her shoulders, stood up, walked into the shadows, and at the moment of leaving, she lay ambiguously behind Aurelia's shoulder, and whispered in her ear:

"You know what? Cutie, you shouldn't have come... He forces you to leave not only to protect you, but also to protect himself. ”

"You want to get your old lover back, you want to "save" Tyrion, but you're destroying him, and lo and behold, he's re-accepting you... The backlash of the magic sword, the irrepressible instinct, and the pain of soul splitting..."

"Listen to his roar, he's reaching his limit, he's losing his mind... Actually, it's okay, my life has been connected with him, and after he goes crazy, I will protect him properly, so... My sisters and I were completely free! ”

Nassa kissed Aurelia on the ear:

"Thank you, little cutie, thank you for giving us freedom and, run, little girl, get out of here, go back to the warm home, forget about him, go on with his life, he is no longer worthy of your nostalgia... Hahaha"

In Nassa's smug laughter, the figure of the Blood Warden disappeared into the tavern, leaving Aurelia here alone, and the Ranger knew very well that Nassar said so much in order to force her to make a choice, whether she chose to leave, or choose to sacrifice herself to help Tyrion, Nassar the Blood Warden would complete her "revenge".

That's also a poor woman, she's crazy... In order to get revenge on Tyrion, she is even willing to block everything of herself.

And what about her?

Aurelia held the necklace around her neck in her hand, the original green, blue, and red pendant, only a touch of emerald green remained, which she left for herself, she had promised her relatives that she would return safely, but now it seems that this promise may not be fulfilled.

"Khiva, Weenlesa, Rilas... Forgive your sister, forgive me. ”

"Dangchang"

The pendant fell to the ground, and Aurelia placed the warbow Sardora on the bar, tossed the long hood aside, and stepped onto the first staircase, knowing that her next choice was that she would no longer need weapons.

What can she do for Tyryon?

This was something Aurelia had been thinking about, and when she stepped onto the ground on the second floor of the tavern, she saw Tyrion, black energy batwings wrapped around his body, his hands had turned into claws like beasts, his face was twisted and hideous, the black veins on his neck were squeezing the skin, and in his hands, it was a Draenei who had been sucked dry of blood.

And in front of him, the dark red magic sword was already suspended in the air in the dark magic, and the magic was connected to Tyrion like a marionette.

The dangerous weapon was trying to manipulate the soul and body of the distracted Death Knight, just as it had abandoned its sword-bearers countless times in the past and robbed them of their weak souls.

"Bang"

Aurelia's body was pressed against the wall in the midst of the shadows, and in front of her, the monster-like Tyrion was breathing heavily, his eyes were a mixture of dark red and ice blue, and his gaze was completely confused.

But he still hesitated, Aurelia could feel his desperate thirst for blood, but he still hesitated when facing her... He could still recognize her, even in the midst of this double despair of soul and body.

"Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid, Tyrion, I'm coming. ”

Tyrion took a step back, his body trembling, but Aurelia stepped forward, stretched out her hands, and hugged the abominable monster in front of her, her eyes filled with tears, and she kissed Tyrion on the cheek, which had become hideous, and she whispered:

"I can't save you, my love..."

"Then come, let me be with you forever..."

The desperate Death Knight also seemed to hear the Ranger's decision, and he moved his neck and kissed Aurelia on the neck, and at this moment, Tyrion's will in the oppression of the apocalypse and the sinking of bloodthirsty instincts began to reunite, and at the moment when the most cherished person volunteered to become a victim, the death knight Tyrion began to hate himself.

He hated his weakness, he hated his weakness... With this self-hatred, his soul that was on the verge of collapse was re-strengthened, and the longing for loneliness was filled, and in the end, he made the same choice as Luminas.

He embraced the memories of the past again, he no longer resisted them, he finally knew that even after death, the memories of the past would make him who he is now, that was part of his existence, could not be separated, and... It should not be divided.

Embracing the past doesn't make him weaker, it only makes him stronger... Strong beyond all!

As Aurelia groaned, warm blood flowed down his throat, and the energy of death that filled from the deepest part of his body burst out at the feet of the two people who hugged him tightly, like a dark cocoon of light, quickly enveloping them in it.

"This shouldn't be your fate, Aurelia..."

"But it was a decision I made voluntarily, Tyrion... You're so lonely, my little pathetic... How can I bear to let you go to the end of this cold and dark road alone? So... You still love me, don't you? ”

"Hmm... I love you even more than when I was alive. ”