"I knew you would come back alive!"

Death Goblin Buddy. Moore seemed to have become accustomed to his role, and in the dark night before dawn the next day, he reappeared in front of the Knights of the Darkblade in his ship.

The goblin welcomed his companion in his hoarse voice, and on deck, Tyrion looked back and saw a whole bunch of strange things.

The stuff looked wet, packed in sackcloth pockets and piled up at the edge of the deck, looking like some elf-style crafts, some of them covered with aquatic weeds.

"What's that? Buddy. ”

Luminas had been warned by Tyrion, and she always shook her head nervously along the way, as if there was actually a guy peeking at her after her, but in fact, the Blood Watchers had already entered the cabin, and Luminas walked in front of the pair of rags, kicked them, and heard a clanging sound, and then saw a dozen silver coins from the Elven Empire period jumping on the deck.

"Don't touch it!"

The goblin let out a miserable wail, as if Luminas's kick had been kicked upon him, and he threw himself on the deck, picking up the silver coins one by one, and he called out to Luminas:

"This is old Buddy's baby! It took the dead sailors a night to find it at the bottom of the sea! As long as these crafts are sent back to Hidden Treasure Bay, old Buddy will become a rich man in no time! ”

"Big Rich?"

The High Elf lady crossed her waist and sneered:

"You're dead! Buddy... Do you need to remind you that dead people don't cost money! It's useless for us to ask for wealth! ”

"Nope! Money is Buddy's life! ”

The Death Goblin, who has always been very timid, retorted very boldly this time:

"As long as I have money, I will still live! How good it is to die, you don't need to eat, you don't need to spend money to fill your stomach, you don't even need to waste time sleeping! Time is money! I now have an endless amount of time to collect these shiny knick-knacks... That's great! It's great! ”

He placed a rusted elven silver coin in front of his eyes, and a strange sparkle jumped in his gray eyes.

"I'm going to be the richest goblin in the world! I've seen that future! ”

The quarrel between Luminus and the goblins continued, but Tyrion was in no mood to listen any longer, he turned and walked into the cabin, where the resurrected troll sailors stiffened their sails at the command of his will, and the ship slowly departed from the shore in the wind of the sea.

After a few moments of waiting, it was dawn, and although the Death Knight was not afraid of the sun, it was definitely not a satisfying thing to be exposed to the sun, and he stepped into his cabin, intending to study the difference between the Eye of Sargeras and the two Gul'dan skulls in his hand.

However, just as he stepped into the cabin, the ghost owl Moontalon standing on his shoulder suddenly let out a chirp, which made Tyrion subconsciously pull out the long sword at his waist and point forward, but the cabin was empty... Wait a minute!

Tyrion's eyes narrowed when he noticed a crow standing on the table in front of him.

Raven, which may be a symbol of doom in other worlds, has been given a special meaning by some mages, and in many cases, some mages who behave strangely use this ominous creature as messengers, and the most famous of them is the one that Tyrion doesn't want to meet right now.

But just as Tyrion put his sword back in its scabbard, the raven seemed to know that it was safe, and it flew out of the cabin with a croaking and flapping wings, but as it passed over Tyrion's head, it threw a letter at his feet.

It was a rolled parchment, and I don't know how the little crow brought it.

Tyrion picked up the parchment on the ground, and his heart sank when he saw the raven sign used to seal the letter.

This is Medivan. Elam's symbol was the Astral Mage who joined forces with Gul'dan to open the Dark Gate from two worlds at the same time, which was the Magna he had seen before. Son of Mage Egwen, the last Guardian of Azeroth.

His soul was once entangled with the soul of Sargeras, the Lord of the Legion, and was eventually overwhelmed by the Lord of Darkness and did irreparable wrongs, but after his resurrection, he used everything he had to protect the world he had hurt.

Tyrion immediately sensed that something might have changed, and that it had changed more than he had anticipated, and the original game was vague about this part of history, and about the mage who had died but would eventually come back to life.

But the Death Knight is sure of one thing, in the world of Azeroth, if there is one person who can truly fight against fate, it must be Medivan. Elan, his legendary experience and his prowess, need not be said more.

He got up and closed the window, sat down in his chair, and placed the letter on the table, and he thought for several minutes, going through the memories in his mind over and over again, and he could be sure that at this point in time, Medivan should not have been resurrected, and that he was still roaming the astral plane in a soul state.

The Death Knight reached out and opened the letter, and what caught his eye was a mess of runes, apparently with a magical effect attached to them, which made Tyrion frown. The Blood Demon had taught some warlock spells, but still didn't know anything about magic in essence, and just as he was about to put down the letter, the characters suddenly came into action again.

"Tyrion beyond fate. Mr. Dawnblade: "

The runes formed the beginning of the letter, but reading it made Tyrion's eyes narrow, and the information revealed in these words was really elusive.

"If my guess is correct, then I believe you already know who I am."

"I'm Medivan. Elan, the sinner who opened the door of darkness with my own hands, my foolish actions bleed the world that should have been protected by me, and also led to my death, but I think you should be well aware that at some point, death does not mean the end, on the contrary, it means the beginning of complete freedom..."

Tyrion nodded, his guess was correct, Medivan had indeed not been resurrected, and now he was clearly free from the influence of the Lord of the Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras.

"I think you've heard the news of my death, and as far as I know, you've just had some minor unpleasantness with my dear mother, but that's not important, forgive my poor mother's indifference, she also came to protect the world, and she's one of the few people in the world who is fully aware of how horrible the darkness we face, and of course, you're one of them."

"Before I get down to business, I want to remind you that while I'm not in Azeroth at this time, but roaming the sea of stars along the trails left by Sargeras, my eyes never leave my homeland, and I want to say that while you've tried your best to avoid affecting the trajectory of your destiny, the pesky bronze dragon has clearly noticed you."

This news made Tyrion's fingers move, he did not doubt the truth of what Medivan said in the letter, the moment he decided to rebel against fate, he knew that he and the bronze dragon in charge of maintaining the timeline had completely stood on opposite sides, for this news, he was sorry, but he was prepared, and he was not afraid.

"But listen to me, I've made some small arrangements to distract the bronze dragon, which will buy you a little time, and I need you to make a trip to Karazan as quickly as possible before she comes back from the waves of the timeline, and my poor mother and I need your help!"

"Also, congratulations on getting the Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras, but I must warn you not to use the Scepter rashly, it is the possession of the Dark Titan, and if he finds out about your existence, you will suffer unimaginable dangers!"

"One more thing, you killed Gul'dan who turned his back on his fate in the tomb of Sargeras, which makes me applaud, but this warlock didn't die at the hands of the demons of the Burning Legion, which must have caught the attention of the two big demons behind the scenes, and the fraudster Kilgardan has probably discovered you, so then, no matter what you do! I advise you to think twice, with your current strength, it will be difficult to confront the demons of the Legion head-on! ”

The two messages attached to the letter made the Death Knight immediately cheer up, if he remembered correctly, the final arrangement for Gul'dan should have been arranged by the fraudster Kil'Gardan at the behest of the Dark Titan, and there was no mistake in what Medivan reminded him of, Gul'dan did not die at the hands of the demon, which probably had exposed his existence.

After all, there were so many demons in the tomb at the time, and it was hard to tell if any clever guy would bring the news back.

This made Tyrion couldn't help but rub his forehead, each of these big guys hiding behind the scenes was an existence he couldn't afford to provoke now, and it was really difficult to deal with them.

He calmed himself down and continued to look down, where Medivan had written a short letter that didn't contain much, and the rest was about his trip to Karazhan, but at the end of the letter, Medivan also explained why he had written this letter at the risk of being discovered by the bronze dragon.

"Don't doubt my sincerity, Death Knight, I am willing to be friends with you, because I want to atone for my homeland, my world, and I see a new possibility in you!"

"The final battle is inevitable, and even the most brave warriors can't guarantee victory in every battle, so in my opinion, you are the last deterrent in this world... Even if all the warriors die on the battlefield, even if all the resistance fails, there is still an unrivaled army in this world that awaits the arrogant enemy! ”

"That's you and your Silent Legion, that's the Army of Death in Azeroth!"

"You are destruction, you are death, you are the all-pervading shadow, but you are also a blade, you are also a horn, you are also a hope hidden in the darkness!"

This sentence made Tyrion laugh dumbly, which was obviously part of the encouragement and overture, but the more it was, the more subtle it felt to the Death Knight.

He himself knew very well that death never represented hope, and the darkness rolling behind him had nothing to do with the word.

Everything about him is gone.

The motherland, the lover, the relatives, the life, the ideal, the future, everything, has been ruthlessly deprived, and there are very few things left behind by him, which is like a burning furnace, throwing everything into it, and then brutally crushing, forging, and finally becoming a new self.

Enough cold ego for now what he has to do is simple... Hold the sword in your hand and stab it out fiercely and mercilessly!

That's it...

"What a real thing, Mr. Medivan, but alas... Are we really all the way? I doubt it..."

And at the same time that Tyrion was returning to the eastern continent in a ship full of dead people, at a certain point in the unreachable past, the bronze dragon Sephir with flapping wings waited for his bulging eyes, scanning back and forth at the still wild Arathi Plateau, which was a very important point in time 2800 years ago.

It is the period of the birth and development of the first emperor of mankind, Soladin the Great, and once there is a problem at this point in time, it will directly lead to the chaos of human history, and even collapse the entire complete timeline.

Therefore, after feeling the shock from this point in time, Saffir had to give up the operation of tracking Tyrion to the tomb of Sargeras and rushed to check this point in time, but it had been patrolling here for 3 days and found no traces, which made the newly adult bronze dragon a little discouraged.

She seriously suspected that the pesky Eternal Dragons, who were making waves at various points in the timeline, had masterminded the prank, but she had to keep patrolling until everything was cleared.

As for Tyrion... Compared to the severity of the problem here, the Death Knight can only be regarded as a small fight.

"Just let him be free for a while."

Sefir thought so, rested on the top of the mountain for a while, and then flapped her wings and patrolled around, this is really a bronze dragon lady who is extremely responsible for her work, although she doesn't know what will happen in the future, but at least now...

Praise her seriousness ...