The scene of the upheaval of heaven and earth caused an uproar in the whole world.

In the ruins of Mount Hyjal, Tyrion washed his hands in the water of the well of Eternity, and he looked up at the dark moon light that penetrated the sky in the valley not far from the ruins.

Compared to the silver veil that the Night Elves once worshipped, the dim moonlight was filled with a completely different meaning, it was like the slaughter before the start of war, like the clouds of impending destruction, like the roar of killing, like the burning of the fire of revenge.

It is moonlight, which has nothing to do with "peace", and it represents the beginning of a transformation of civilization.

Tyrion shook his finger as he asked in a low voice:

"Your freshly baked Night Warrior is coming to me for revenge... Do you want me to kneel to meet her slashed sword, or do you want me to be killed by her on the spot, to show the greatness of the moon god? ”

"It's not funny..."

Elune responded in Tyrion's mind:

"All you need is an exit so that my kids still believe that hope lies ahead, and that's it."

"Well, you don't sound happy?"

Tyrion moved his shoulders and wrists, as if preparing for a battle, and he casually asked:

"What? Does educating a bear child make you feel tired? ”

"I just think... It's cruel to let them grow in this way. ”

"Cruel?"

Listening to Elune's words, Tyrion sneered:

"What you call cruelty to the pain of mortal warfare compared to the worthlessness of having them die in impotent prayers when the end comes, and the despair of your inability to protect the civilization born of you when the world is destroyed? Elune... I know that in the concept of the Titan race, you are just a child, but listen to me, in my eyes, it is not these children of yours who need to grow up the most, but yourself! ”

"You finally have an inevitable battle with Sargeras, look at you now, and then look at the means by which the Dark Titan cleanses the universe, do you really think that you who are so naïve have a chance of winning?"

"That's not the future I want!"

Elune's tone hardened, too:

"I was born as a star spirit is not something I can choose, and if I could, I don't want to fight to the death with my brother who has fallen into the illusion of destruction!"

"What's the use of you telling me this?"

Tyrion yawned in a scowling tone, and he said slowly:

"The best thing about this tragic story is that, Elune, it wasn't me who chose you, but your people who chose you, who imposed this impossible mission on you, and you had to do it, unless you were willing to be hacked to death by Sargeras's sword... Would you like to? ”

Elune stopped talking, but the silence also represented a tacit acquiescence.

In this world, no one is truly free, and even the Titans, who are more powerful than the gods, have their own cruel fate.

"But don't worry, little Elune."

Tyrion saw the warrior rushing out of the dark pillar of light, and he waved his finger forward, and the heavy ash bringer appeared in his hand, and he said to Elune:

"I'll be on your side, and I don't want to be hacked to death by Sargeras, so you still have a chance of winning... Speaking of which, how much power have you poured into Tyrande? This kind of energy fluctuation looks a little weird, huh? ”

"Not much! No matter how talented Tyrande is, he's just a mortal..."

Elune's voice echoed in Tyrion's mind with a hint of slyness:

"But if you don't care, you might actually get beaten up by her... Get the show done, Tyrion, and we'll talk about the rest..."

"Also... Thank you. ”

In the face of the Star Spirit's thanks, the High Lord just shook his head, not commenting on this, Elune didn't know the future "growth path" that Tyrion had arranged for her, and if she knew, she would definitely not thank him so simply.

"There is no pain, where is the strength?"

The High Lord's wrist flipped and the heavy ash bringer let out a hiss of anticipation of battle, and on the battlefield in front of Tyrion's eyes, Tyrande, who had completely transformed into a night warrior, descended from the sky in a Valkyrie posture, and the moment she landed with the power of the Dark Moon, the entire battlefield shattered a quarter in an instant, like a stone bombarded by a war hammer.

In the collision of energy like an earthquake, Tyrande was in the center of the shattered earth as a warrior, her armor dress had completely turned into a battle armor engraved with the runes of the Dark Moon, and her face was no longer the green magic pattern painted by the priests, but instead a plain face, but around those eyes, it was like smoky makeup, covered with black Dark Moon power.

The white feather warbow in her hand was reshaped by the Dark Moon, turning into a double-headed war-bladed war halberd, on both sides of the battle halberd, there were sharp moon-blade-like blades, at first glance, it looked like a silver war scythe, and on top of that sharp blade, the lingering power of the dark moon formed a sharper energy blade, as if Tyrande was wielding a black decapitation scythe.

And above her body, a black halo reshaped by the dark moon phase shrouded the armor, like a thicker battle armor, and the mist-like haunting power was full of slaughter and destruction, giving Tyrande a layer of ruthlessness.

When she raised her head and opened her eyes, the pure black eyes made people feel a little chilling.

"Lord of Death..."

Tyrande whispered in an extremely hoarse voice:

"I'll come... Revenge! ”

In the face of this challenge, Tyrion placed the shadow blade that had divided into a sky of light and shadow in front of him, his fingers brushed over the heavy blade, and in the movement of his fingertips, a dark sword shadow cut through the air, making a whistling sound like the wind, he stretched out his fingers, hooked his fingers at Tyrande, and said in a calm and emotionless voice:

"Come on, then... Let me see if your revenge is sharp enough. ”

"Boom"

The ground under Tyrande's feet shattered again under the burst of the power of the dark moon, and she rushed towards Tyrion in front of her like a galloping female leopard, her dark eyes were full of cold killing intent, and under the explosion of the power of the dark night that she had just obtained, the path that Tyrande charged through was as if it had been cut by a sharp knife, the earth cracked, and the masonry was splashed, and the momentum was very similar to those violent warriors.

At this moment, Tyrande was not elegant, and even seemed extremely rough, but under the charge of this kind of warrior, it also clothed her with a layer of heroic aura.

"Bell"

The Night Warrior's charge came to an abrupt halt between the collisions of weapons, and Tyrion's body standing in front of Tyrande's eyes did not waver, like a solid mountain, and he held the sword in one hand, suppressing Tyrande's unrivaled charge in place, allowing the female warrior's unused power to pour back into her body and to the ground beneath her feet.

"Boom"

Like the sound of a cannonball exploding, at the moment when the ground mixed with ashes exploded, Tyrion's wrist flipped and "pushed" Tyrande, who was holding a scythe in both hands, out of the way.

"It's good..."

The Great Lord flicked his wrist, and he looked at Tyrande:

"Combat skills, it's just a little bit worse, with all due respect, Tyrande, you're wielding a warrior's blade in a priestly manner, you're a beginner, you have a lot to learn, obviously..."

Tyrion leaned down slightly, a cold look flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:

"But fortunately, I can still spare a little time when I'm busy... Let me teach you how to hold a knife! ”

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Fifteen minutes later, the High Lord returned to the Dead Realm, where he casually took off his swordsman's robes that had been cut to pieces, and then looked at the staggered scar marks on his chest, which quickly dissipated in the surge of death energy.

"Hmm... I'm learning pretty fast..."

This is a set "exit", and regardless of Tyrande's strength, Tyrion must be "repulsed" by the counterattack of the first Night Warrior to continue to demonstrate the strength of the moon god Elune.

But the Great Lord did not take this "exit" to heart, he walked quickly to his castle, in the center of the previously empty Dead Realm Wilderness, there was already a giant tree that seemed to have been burned in the flames, it stood on the new earth, and the power of this Dead Realm was transforming it.

The burned branches will eventually be reborn from the ashes, and the World Tree, which originally represented life, will occupy a very important place in the order of the dead world... It will be the core of Tyrion's plan for the Dead Realm, and with this World Tree that can extract and convert energy, Tyrion's Dead Realm will completely get rid of the predicament of "Dead Water" and become a "hell" that can truly circulate souls.

Of course, all this planning takes time...

"You'll end up being this one!"

Under the World Tree, which had just been transplanted to the Dead Realm and was rapidly withering under the influence of the power of the Dead Realm, Tyrion put his finger on the dry bark that had been burned, and he raised his head to look at the big tree that seemed to have been fished back from the coal pile, and under the gaze of the Great Lord of the Dead Realm, this World Tree with its own consciousness seemed to tremble.

It was terrified, because it didn't know what kind of future it would have with Tyrion's intervention.

"Don't be afraid... The painful memories are gone, and the meaningless 10,000 years of life are gone..."

Tyrion whispered:

"From this day forward, Nordasil, you will use your sturdy branches to prop up a new era... A perfect era born from the ashes of the flames of war! ”

The shadow appeared behind Tyrion in a ghostly manner, and she whispered to Tyrion:

"Lady Mavi "Please" is back, she is now resting in the castle, a watcher as powerful as she is, must be transformed by you yourself... But she was very uncooperative, and even after losing her life, she was still the stubborn warden. ”

"It's all a minor issue."

Tyrion did not look back, he removed his hand from the bark of Nodashir, he patted the ashes in his hand, and said:

"I believe that Mavi will eventually understand the path we are walking and that she will eventually join us in our righteousness, just like you. Is our guest, Ms. Ysera, ready? ”

The shadow nodded:

"Ms. Ysera is very distressed and angry because of the loss of her lover, and she is willing to cooperate with us..."

"Good!"

The Great Lord shook his finger:

"The boring wars of this world are over, and it's time to step into the battlefield of nightmares... Hopefully, the new enemies in that place will be determined and tenacious enough... Let's have a good fight. ”

And at the moment when Tyrion was planning and preparing for a new war, in the ruins of the sacred mountain of Hyjal that he had just left, Tyrande was half-kneeling on a ground completely torn apart by power, and the beauty of the original Kadore Sanctuary was no longer visible, and everywhere he could see, the desolate ruins and the lifeless corpses in the ruins.

The Night Warrior's armor was covered with scars from the power of death, and judging from those wounds, Tyrion had at least 3 chances to kill her directly, but the Death Tyrant didn't do that, and Tyrande's final blow, although it tore Tyrion's chest, was clear to the Night Warrior that it was definitely not a fatal wound for a person wielding death.

He retreated on his own initiative...

It is not because of the threat of Tyrande, Tyrande, who initially accepted the power of the Night Warrior, is not a threat to Tyrion, who has been infiltrated with the core power of death.

Tyrande knew it herself, but she couldn't tell the truth.

Behind her, the elves who survived the war of death on the eve of dawn saw Tyrande knock Tyrion back with their own eyes, and in that state of being in a state of extreme confusion after losing the World Tree, Tyrande's appearance and Tyrande's salvation gave them new confidence and hope to keep going.

When the halo of the dark moon dissipated, when the sun once again shone on the ruined battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the surviving elves silently stepped over the corpses of their companions and stood behind Tyrande, who was half-kneeling on the ground, they looked at their leader with a complicated look, they were at a loss, they did not know how to deal with the loss of eternal life.

For the inevitable death, the death that has been strange for 10,000 years, everyone is at a loss, and there is still a trace of unconcealable fear in the confusion, the fear of death, the fear of old age, the fear of limited life, that is a kind of urging, a sense of urgency of life instinct.

Tyrande could feel the gaze behind her, she propped herself up with her scythe, her shadow was stretched out in the sunlight, she turned and looked at her people, she saw the confusion in their eyes, the hesitation in their eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak, after hesitating for a few minutes, Tyrande's hoarse voice sounded in the holy land of ruins, not impassioned, not desperate.

As if she were calm when she spoke to the people on a daily basis, she whispered:

"I know, you're confused, I know that Kadore hasn't been immortal since last night, I know, you're miserable, you're desperate."

"You want to get hope from me to live, you want to hear me tell you that last night was just a nightmare, and when we wake up, we will still live happily in the forests of Mount Hyjal..."

"But, no!"

The moment Tyrande's words fell, the sobs of some fragile soldiers rang out, and the painful sobs infected the others, making the already bad atmosphere even more gloomy.

After a few seconds of calm, Tyrande took a deep breath, the sun shining on her dusty and scarred face, casting a halo of sunlight over the former Moon Priest:

"The catastrophe has struck, my fellow citizens, the age of eternal life in Kadore is over, we have been out of the world for too long... It's time to really get into the world... We don't have much time to grieve, we don't have much time to be nostalgic for the past, to look around you, our compatriots, and the people waiting for us to send back the news of victory..."

"Go, gather the remains of your companions, and get ready to start a new life."

Tyrande was silent for a moment, and she whispered:

"We have lost so much, we cannot allow what we still have to be taken away from us! From now on, we must be strong, from now on, no disaster can defeat us again, from now on, even if we lose the most important thing, but Kadore will not keep his head down and live! ”

"Remember the pain! Remember this shame! Sisters, from now on, we are all warriors..."