Anduin. Lothar was rescued by the odd guys, and the decapitation of the High Chief Orgrim was declared a failure, although the Horde was still unyielding against the Alliance's onslaught. After Ferdin's army crushed the shamanic phalanx in the rear line, the route of the tribe's retreat had been blocked.

The riots in the Alliance camp have resumed after the retreat of the Blackstone Orcs, reinforcements from the rear have poured into the battlefield, the soldiers of the Horde have been divided, and Orgrim himself has been trapped in the narrower and narrower battlefield by the Alliance generals.

With the Kukaron orcs being killed one by one, the defeat of the tribe is near, despite the desperate resistance of each orc.

And on a hillside not far from the main battlefield, the corpses of the soldiers who had died in battle were everywhere, as well as the orc warriors who had fallen on the battlefield, a land covered in death, and on this land, the Grand Knight Tulayan and his paladins who tried to rescue the kidnapped Marshal of Lothar also encountered a mortal crisis.

"Poof"

The sound of the armor shattering, the pain of the flesh being torn apart brought all of Tulayan's struggles to a point at this moment, and the Death Knight let go of his fingers, and the paladin's body wrapped in holy light fell at his feet.

The holy light was so hot that Tyrion's body burned as if it were burning in flames.

He looked down at Tulayan's angry eyes, which burned like flames, but even so, he could still see the great knight's fear, his unfolding firmness, and his will to be broken little by little, like a flame of holy light that would never be extinguished.

But the flame that was supposed to illuminate the darkness was about to be forcibly extinguished at this moment.

"There's really no hatred between us."

The Death Knight tilted his head, he crouched down and reached out to wipe the blood from the paladin's face, and although the scorching light burned his fingers wildly, it didn't make Tyrion flinch, and in the darkness where the ignited flesh swayed like grit, he whispered:

"There's no misunderstanding, I could have just let you go, but I don't want to, Tulayan, I hate you! Because of those things you'll be doing in the future... Oh, you don't understand, do you? ”

He stood up, his boots brushing against the paladin's body, and the magic sword in his hand was raised again.

He let out an eerie chuckle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping man, and he lowered his voice:

"It's okay, you don't need to understand, you just need to know that you didn't die for me... Die quietly, Tulayan, the world will be different, just tonight, with your death..."

"Poof"

The blade plunged into the paladin's abdomen again, and this time, Tulayan finally let out a scream.

And this scream made Tyrion feel a twisted comfort...

"Eat, eat, I know you're hungry."

The Death Knight slapped the hilt of Apocalypse's sword, and the magic sword pierced into the flesh began to tear at the paladin's dying soul.

"The Light may bless your body, but it can't protect your soul."

At the moment when the Death Knight finished his murder, a cold light lit up behind him, and the bloody wound was scattered along with the flesh, this attack was so tragic that it cut directly through his back, and even saw the chest, which should have been the location of the heart, but it was just empty flesh and blood.

In the hands of the Master Assassins, the staggered daggers could easily create such scars, and the pain was enough to make any living person feel hopeless. In this way, Shore ended up with a lot of people who deserved it, or were innocent.

But unfortunately, this time he is not facing an enemy who will be crushed by pain.

"Monster!"

Madias. Shore delivered a fatal blow, and his body immediately turned to the other side, trying to jump back into the darkness.

But unexpectedly, after receiving such a fatal injury, Tyrion seemed to be fine, he turned around lightly, and dark red death energy surged out of his palm, and at the moment before Shore disappeared, it appeared from under his feet, like an invisible hand, clasped around his neck.

"Hell!"

Shore's wounded body was suspended into the air by the strangled death, and Tyrion's cold fingers pointed at his chest, and the next moment, the blood was drawn from Shore's body like a long snake, and little by little it covered the scar on the death knight's chest.

"What was that? Is it a dagger? ”

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at Shore, who was twitching in the air in pain, and he whispered:

"Are you going to kill me this way? Assassins..."

Looking at Shore's increasingly pale face and the unabated murderous intent in his eyes, the Death Knight shrugged:

"Very well, there are enough Assassins under my command, but they are very disobedient... You! When you die, you might make a very good scout. ”

"Look!"

The Death Knight stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture to his mouth, as if chatting, and the cold frost condensed a sharp ice blade in his hand, and he whispered to the imprisoned fellow:

"It won't hurt much, just a light stroke, it won't even bleed too much, it's like this..."

"Huh"

The blade swung down, the death energy wrapped around the ice blade jumped wildly, Tyrion's eyes lit up, although he had been suppressing the desire for destruction in his heart, but every time he saw the scene of blood flying, he would feel a strange satisfaction from his heart.

He had come to love the feel of the blade cutting through the skin and blood gushing out of his veins.

"Poof"

Flying blood rippled in the air, blooming with some kind of light in the night, Tyrion stretched out his finger, the warm blood fell on his fingertips, he put it under his nostrils and sniffed, the bloody sweet smell made his Adam's apple stir for a moment, but in the end, he threw the blood on his fingertips on the ground, looking back at the paladin who was completely lifeless.

He chuckled, grabbed the apocalypse, and planned to leave.

"It's as greedy as your brother, but it eats souls to amass an invincible legion for the sword-wielder, and you just want to eat them..."

Tyrion snorted dissatisfiedly, and the moment he took a step, the sky behind him suddenly lit up with a yellow light, like the swing of a clock.

This made the Death Knight's face completely ugly.

"Do you have to throw away everything you run out of? Mr. Medivan, is that your guarantee? Acting also has to play a full set, this is a little too irresponsible, right? ”

Medivan's hoarse voice rang out inside the Death Knight, and the voice was filled with undisguised anger:

"You're going too far! Tyrion. Dawnblade... Your recklessness has angered the bronze dragon who watches over this timeline, and now, come back! It's coming to get you! ”

"I knew it would be like this, meddling in Lothar's life and death, no, no, no, no, when dealing with you cunning bastard mages, I knew..."

The Death Knight glanced at Tulayan at his feet, the last glimmer of hope in the paladin's eyes had been extinguished, his soul had been swallowed by the magic sword, and there was no possibility of resurrection, Tyrion turned and rushed out of the hillside shrouded in death, and as he ran, he whispered:

"Let's be honest, as soon as we sent Lothar away, the bronze dragon appeared, Mr. Medivan, it shouldn't be an accident, right?"

Faced with this question, Madivin did not answer directly, and after a moment, his voice sounded again:

"Lothar has been safely sent to the Upwind Trail, Tyrion, you have done what you need to do, although you have done some things that you should not do, in short, crush the hedron in your hand, and return to the Mage Tower, where you are safe!"

"This thing?"

With a flick of his fingers, a purple hedron appeared in the palm of his hand, and he tossed it up and down, casually tossing it aside.

"My mother taught me many things, Medivan, and one of the things I remember most vividly is: never go down the path that the enemy has laid for you..."

The Death Knight glanced back at the clock-like counterclockwise glow that swung in the sky, a sign of the bronze dragon's coming.

He thrust the sword back into its scabbard with his backhand, his wrist flipped up, and the dark red energy of death rushed beneath the ground, and a few seconds later, a dead horse moved to its feet and walked to Tyrion's side.

"Our cooperation is over, Astral Mage, I know what you want to do, I know what you will do, and I know that we were not all the way from the beginning."

The Death Knight pulled the reins of his horse and turned over on his horse, and quickly rushed into the battlefield that was still a chaotic battlefield, seeing that there was another battlefield of humans and orcs fighting in front of him, he gritted his teeth, and pulled out the magic sword with his backhand, and a huge amount of death energy was injected into the sword body, and in the neighing of the apocalypse, wherever Tyrion went, those dead bodies stood up one after another.

Losing arms, losing heads, even mutilated, Alliance warriors, orcs of the Horde, this scorched earth of corpses is full of power that Tyrion can use.

Their corpses twisted, lost their souls and left only a shell, and under the infusion, manipulation, and command of darker forces, these bodies trembled to their feet, gathered behind the Death Knight, and soon, where he had rushed through his horse, a dead and twisted legion appeared.

This is not the undead that Tyrion has actively awakened, but the power of the demon sword Apocalypse, although compared to its brother, the evil sword Frost Sorrow, the Apocalypse is not a strategic weapon, but the two swords come from the same source, and when they were forged in the darkness of the twisted void, they both possess the power to awaken the dead.

The difference is that Frost Sorrow, which is heavier than Soul Bondage, can easily form an army of death that is completely bound to the mind, while Apocalypse does not have this ability to control souls for a long time, it is more tactical, and its own power is stronger than that of Frost Sorrow, but the dead awakened by it will quickly die again.

After all, the Apocalypse is unruly, and it will not give all its power to the sword-wielder, but its brother Frost Sorrow is docile, and it will form a symbiosis of power with the sword-wielder.

"At the end of the day, it's just a matter of taking what you need."

"Break through them! Shred them! ”

Under Tyrion's orders, wherever the blade of the apocalypse was pointed, whether it was humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, all living beings in their way, all the creatures that stood in their way became the target of the walking corpses' attack, no order, no plan, no strategy, rushed forward and scattered them!

Amid the roars and bites of the corpses, the screams and retreats of the living, the small battlefield of melee soon parted a path, like a skull avenue for the venerable king, and in the low roar of the corpses, the death knight pulled the reins of his horse, and in the swaying of his shattered dark cloak, he quickly rushed out of this land shrouded in despair.

"What another hope for the future! You've really taken great pains, Mr. Medivan. ”

The Death Knight mercilessly taunted:

"But it's okay, just like you, I also kept a hand."

"Don't measure us by your bad thinking, Tyrion, we're on the side of justice!"

Medivan's voice calmed as he tried to persuade Tyrion to return to Karazhan:

"Listen to me, we are friends, we are partners, we will help each other!"

"It's your world, your justice, Medivan, it's not mine! You want to save people, but you don't want to kill people..."

Tyrion showed no mercy, and in the gallop of the Death Horse, he glanced back at the battlefield behind him, beyond the dark sky, the yellow light of time had begun to shine rapidly, and perhaps in the next moment, a dozen angry bronze dragons would rush out of that aura and tear him to pieces.

Dancing on the blade of destruction that will come at any moment makes the dead Death Knight feel a long-lost feeling in his heart, perhaps, this is called "freedom"?

"Trying to play tricks of deception in the presence of a true prophet? See, I know even better than you yourself what you will do in the future, your character, your character, your means, everything about you! ”

Tyrion looked up, his gray-white hair fluttering in the wind, his ice-blue eyes shining with a dull glow.

"Let me go back to Karazan so that you can recover the dangerous Demon Sword Apocalypse! Or more simply, let me die here that caused all this, I saved Lothar, I also murdered them, the bronze dragons kill me, the timeline will return to normal, you have never interfered in this matter head-on, so no one will suspect you! ”

The Death Knight smiled back and forth, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and when he looked up, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"No matter which path I take, I'm just a pawn used by the great astral mage to save my companion, and now that my companion has been rescued, I'm worthless... If you have no value, can you keep it for Christmas? ”

"Tyrion, you!"

Medivan's voice sounded again with a hint of consternation, only to be directly interrupted by an impatient Tyrion:

"Enough!"

"You thought you would save your world by tinkering with it in the timeline, and your thirst for salvation and atonement became your weakness, leaving you to be toyed with by real enemies and applauded! Medivan, you are a lesson in teaching me not to be as stupid and stubborn as you! ”

The Death Knight who was running in the darkness laughed heartily, and his voice became extremely cold:

"You don't understand at all! The future you want to protect has no value to save at all! I'm going to destroy it and start it all over again! And I know that you will help me get out of this mortal place, I know that very well. ”

"Why? Why should I help you? Tyrion? ”

Medivan's voice suddenly became calm, and Tyrion could even guess the expression of Medivan's Shadow in Karazan:

"Since you have guessed everything, then you should know that I will not allow you to live, your existence is a threat to this world! I don't think the bronze dragon will allow the waves of time to become more and more chaotic. ”

"Nope! Medivan, trust me, you will! ”

Behind Tyrion, three massive adult bronze dragons had crossed the time rift, and the moment they appeared, they locked their eyes on the Death Knight fleeing from the battlefield, and the dangerous behemoth roared and pounced on Tyrion.

The Death Knight tightened the reins of his horse and looked back at the three-headed bronze dragon that had swooped down from the sky, his hair was blown back and scattered at the roar of the dragon, but the expression on his face was very calm, as if he was sure that Medivan would help him, and he whispered:

"My friend, why don't you look towards the dark door at this time?"

"I'm trying to say that if I die, half of the world you want to redeem will probably be buried for me... Seriously, though, you can take a gamble! Maybe my subordinates won't manipulate it? ”