Death, a cruel word, represents the end of life, those beautiful things in life, those memories that are enough to make people recall a lifetime, those useful or useless footprints, those longing for the future and the past that represents existence, will completely lose their luster and completely lose their meaning at a certain point.

This node is when death comes.

But even the same death, there are many different manifestations, sometimes heroic, sometimes gentle, sometimes calm, but in fact, the death of most lives will not have a substantial impact on the world, but there are always some deaths that will make the world feel sad, sad, and painful.

The passing of a great man... Exactly.

The battlefield of Whispering Harbor was already in shambles, and between the final collision between the King of the Blades and the Human Emperor, although most of the strength of both sides was tilted on each other's bodies, the scattered ones still easily destroyed a small half of the battlefield.

When their strength reaches their level, once they let go of their hands to fight, it is almost like a natural disaster.

And at the moment when the victory was divided, in the face of Lothar's calmness, Tyrion was still a little unable to let go, he reached out to cover the wound on his body that had been torn and burned by the exterminator, and said:

"Lothar, Medivan has told you everything about the future, and you know what the world will face in the future... Your choice should not be like this, with your vision and wisdom, you should be my best ally. ”

"But in the end, like your ignorant people, you chose a short-sighted path, which frankly disappointed me..."

Tyrion thrust the Ember Bringer into the earth, and he took a few steps forward, crouching down in front of Lothar, and he looked at the dying Human Emperor:

"That's the inferiority of flesh and blood, you know what's right, but in the end... You're still on the wrong track! ”

"No, Tyrion, no!"

There was no more hostility in Lothar's eyes, and at the end of his life, he looked incredibly calm:

"Short-sightedness is necessary because most of my people do not live to a future that is within their sight... I understand that it's much easier to destroy everything and rebuild than to spend time and energy trying to improve, but if you claim that you are doing great things, then you should embrace the facts that are contrary to you... Those who exist, those who live. ”

"Tyrion, I admit that your philosophy may be correct, but it is unacceptable to us, to humanity, so we will rebel... But that's not why our civilization should be destroyed, we, they, just need time to adapt to the new era, it takes time to change ... Give them some more time. ”

Lothar coughed violently, he stretched out his hand, and gripped Tyrion's cold wrist tightly, like a man about to die, and he pleaded with difficulty:

"As I said, when I came to this battlefield, I didn't think I would come back alive, my people thought I was here to fight for freedom and the future, but I was really just looking for an opportunity... An opportunity given by you. ”

Tyrion lowered his head, he looked at Lothar's increasingly illusory arms, he could feel the strength of the human emperor's fingers, it was not at all the strength of a creature that was extremely weak.

Perhaps, that's what he really wanted to say.

"Give our civilization a chance, give us a chance to prove ourselves..."

"If it makes you feel happy... Please... Please, Tyrion, give my people a moment... They will prove, they will prove the value and meaning of their existence, for this troubled world... Please. ”

In the chaos of the battlefield, the atmosphere of the original-for-tat became silent and strange at this moment, even though Tyrion had thought too much before the war, he had imagined that Lothar would be beheaded by him in the unyielding rage, and he had also seriously thought about whether to spare Lothar's life or absorb him into the Forgotten Kings.

But in Tyrion's most arrogant fantasies, he didn't imagine that Lothar's last words were actually this...

"You've long realized that your empire is no match for me... You have persevered all the way to the present, just to let me see the value of human civilization? You knew what I wanted to do from the beginning, you knew what I wanted to see from the beginning... You're a really smart person. ”

Tyrion shook his head, and said:

"But don't be so humble, Emperor of Mankind..."

The King of the Dark Blades reached out and grabbed Lothar's armor to lift the dying Human Emperor from the ground, he flicked his fingers, and the Ember Bringer roared back into his palm, then staggered forward a few steps, grasping the completely dimmed Imperial Sword Slayer in his hand.

He looked at the night sky that was about to dawn, and his figure disappeared from the battlefield in a flash, and the next moment, his figure appeared at the top of the dark temple suspended above the dark sea, and in the cold hunting wind in his face, some different sparks flashed in Tyrion's eyes.

He thought again of the words that Karazhan's traitor had left for him.

He thought of the bay of Fadil, Danas. Tol Bain's is a somewhat comical, but very heavy choice.

He thought of Sarufar, and despite the Death Lord's attempts to conceal some traces, Tyrion could probably guess what he had done in Lordaeron.

He thought of Dai Lin, with the strength of the death fleet commanded by Dai Lin, he should be able to easily destroy the last navy of the Human Empire before Gianna recalls the lost fleet of Kul Tiras, but he didn't.

He thought of the eerie silence of Roglio in the spirit link, which was the Death Lord he was most comfortable with.

He also thought of the request made by the Black Iron Emperor Thorrison who had come to meet him uncharacteristically before he set out, and the unruly fellow.

At this moment, standing on the top floor of the Dark Temple, he looked at the fleets united by the civilized worlds below, the battle between the leaders of those civilized worlds and the Forgotten Kings, and at this moment, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Isn't this the scene in front of him the original intention of establishing the Darkblade Legion?

He wanted to build a huge civilization where the dead and the dead unite together to fight against all disasters and punish those behind it, and now, the world of the living has truly united under the threat of the dead, and even the Night Elves, who have never paid attention to the development of the world, have joined the rescue of the human empire for the first time.

With a vision of the future, a dream alliance of Tyrion has taken shape.

Humans and orcs, elves and trolls, goblins, dwarves and gnomes... All the living spontaneously banded together in order to kill him, to kill Tyrion. Dawnblade and his army of evil.

They have joined forces, although the process of joining forces is somewhat beyond the control of Tyrion, but the result is good, everything is fine.

From now on, the scarcity between the other races of the world will be replaced by an even more terrible conflict between the living and the dead, and between the confrontation and mutual influence of the two sides, it only takes a little "technical" means to make the alliance of the living stronger.

After all the emotions in his mind had calmed down, when Tyrion looked up from his somewhat blind journey to destroy the Human Empire, he suddenly realized that he had achieved his original plan to unite the world in the right way, and that he was not on the wrong path... Find a common, powerful enemy for all the living.

He, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, enemy of the world...

"In the eyes of the living, only justice and kindness can make people take the initiative to cling, just like every life will naturally yearn for the light!"

Standing at the top of the Dark Temple, Tyrion suddenly spoke:

"But you ignore that a lot of times, fear and violence have the same power, and that we are more destructive... I promised you, Lothar, that you would play with me... Don't worry, it's easy..."

"Huh?"

The Human Emperor, whose flesh and blood were disintegrating all over his body, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Tyrion, and asked softly:

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's simple, let your people, let you build the alliance of life... Fear me more, hate me more! Anger and hatred will find a way forward for them, just as I planned. ”

Lothar listened to Tyrion's request, a hint of doubt flashed across his old face, and he asked:

"It's... What's the point? ”

"Of course it makes sense, unity itself, more important than how to unite, how? Do your morals make you reluctant to go with me in the cast? ”

Lothar smiled at Tyrion's questioning, and shook his hand weakly:

"No, no, no, no, I'm just wondering, what drove you down this path like this, you who swayed wildly between madmen and great men?"

Tyrion closed his eyes, he seemed to begin to recall those things from hundreds of years ago, those memories that had been blurred, those emotions that had long been lost, and finally, in the cold wind blowing by the hunt, he sighed:

"Probably because I was an observer, I can only watch, but I can't change history, in short, thank you for the compliment."

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On the dark sea beyond Whispering Harbor, in the last deep night at dawn, Dai Lin's undead fleet was fighting with the reinforcements of the Human Empire, the light of magic tore through the darkness of the sky, the roar of the orcs made the sea no longer calm, and the back and forth of the moon god magic and blood magic had caused the Night Elves to lose nearly 20 warships and nearly a thousand brave sentinel warriors.

Not to mention the frontal battlefield outside Whispering Harbor, humans and necromancers have simply fought dog brains, especially after the prophet Viren activated the aura of the angry heart, those tired human warriors are more like chicken blood, crazy counterattack, and for a time they even beat several fronts of the undead back one after another.

But in any case, the time has come for this battle to end.

"Human! And the allies of humanity! Listen! ”

At a certain moment in the fierce battle, Tyrion's icy voice resounded throughout the battlefield above the Dark Temple, under the effect of special magic, and at the moment of his voice, the Forgotten Kings, who were fighting with the leaders of the living world, and even those ordinary undead soldiers, all retreated in unison as if a button had been turned on.

This scene surprised the warriors who were fighting endlessly, but their morale was high, and they immediately began to counterattack, until the prophet Viren realized that the situation had changed, and quickly turned off the aura of anger, so those warriors who were as brave as madness just now immediately felt unbearable exhaustion, and even the craziest warriors were completely quiet under the invasion of exhaustion.

As a result, the voice of Tyrion was left alone on the entire battlefield.

Standing on the top platform of the Dark Temple, sword in one hand and the weakened human emperor Lothar in the other, the sight made the eyes of everyone on the battlefield widen, it was clear that their emperor, in the battle with the King of the Dark Blades, had failed...

This was almost devastating to the morale of the Human Legion, and Lothar was well aware of this, but his presence in the image proved that he finally agreed with Tyrion's words.

"A few months ago, my legion and I slain the archdemon Akmund who invaded this world, and the dead saved the world with great difficulty, but you stupid living people have made a mess of it! My men and I want to protect you, but you have chosen to fight foolishly, and see it as a form of heroism! ”

Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm, and he looked disdainfully at the war world below, and his voice became high:

"It is easy to forget the person who has protected you, to forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved, this is human beings, no... This is the ugly common denominator of all the living, Night Elves, High Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, all the same, your foolish life is worth saving! That's why I've started this war, and I want to crush you disgusting bugs to death! ”

"But... A "great one" prayed to me that I would give you a way out, a chance to prove yourself... He is your Emperor, Lothar... A man who is willing to sacrifice everything for you cowards, willing to trade his soul for your survival! ”

"Frankly, it's a pleasant deal..."

"Wow"

Tyrion lifted the Human Emperor, whose body had begun to decompose rapidly, into the air, his weight was as light as a feather, but at such a height, few people could see the truth, Lothar's gaze and Tyrion's gaze met, and the King of the Dark Blades whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Go all the way... Lothar. ”

"You, too... And, help the Exterminator find a good master. ”

"Huh"

The darkness-enveloped Ember Messenger pierced Lothar's heart in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, and the scene caused all the human soldiers and civilians to scream, angry, pain, despair, fear, all these emotions.

Some of the distracted soldiers grabbed their swords and pounced on the nearest necromancer, but they were easily repulsed, stunned, or killed by the necromancer.

"Wow"

Lothar's "corpse" was thrown down from the top of the dark temple by Tyrion, the corpse seemed to be entangled in dark magic, and began to burn in the air, and when it fell into the air, it was completely engulfed by scorching flames, turning into a little starry light, sprinkled in the cold air, and the darkness was torn apart at this moment, and a scorching sun jumped out from the end of the sea.

In the light of the rising sun, the last vestiges of Emperor Lothar's existence, like a feather of light that melted into the sun, were completely melted.

A great soul has fallen.