There was a hint of undisguised impatience in King Soras's tone.

This is easy to understand, after Danas returned from the world of Draenor, he has become the most famous legendary hero of the Stormgard Kingdom, and the most relied on general of the old king, and any country with a complete system will not let its generals be questioned so rudely by outsiders.

If it weren't for the fact that this matter was too big and too wide-ranging, he would not have let General Danas come to Lordaeron for such an "interrogation".

And since the end of the Orc War, King Solas's health has deteriorated, and now he needs to carry a scepter to advance, full of white hair and pale cheeks, which means that this former warrior king has reached the twilight of his life, he is a peer of King Terenus, maybe in a few years, he will leave this world.

And in this case, no one in the alliance wants to risk provoking Solas to ask a few pointless questions, except... The mages who have never had much respect for royal power.

"Ahem, General Danas, one last question."

Representing Dalaran was the archmage Antonidas, the old mage who was about the same status as the king in Dalaran, but at this time it was not him who was asking questions, but a younger, more aggressive-eyed archmage.

Archmage Vargas, a native of Dalaran and an excellent spellcaster, is in his 40s this year, but in the mage industry, he is a proper young man, at least much younger than Antonidas, you know, as the leader of Dalaran, Antonidas is about to celebrate his 60th birthday... And at this age, he is not too old in the group of archmages.

In short, Archmage Vargas, who was dressed in a proper purple robe, stood up and looked at Danas, who was also a little impatient, in a tone of respect and a hint of detachment. Tol Bain, he said in a deep voice:

"About Archmage Khadgar..."

"I don't know and don't want to answer Khadgar's questions!"

Before Archmage Vargers could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by the general, who got up from his chair, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, and said indifferently:

"Khadgar told me that it was his own choice, and if you have doubts about his choice, you can go to Draenor yourself and ask him! Also, while I was leaving, he told me to tell the mages of Dalaran to stop studying and using Warlock magic as quickly as possible..."

Danas's voice became a little deeper:

"I also think it's necessary."

This unceremonious answer made Archmage Vargas's face look ugly, and after a moment, he responded indifferently:

"Thank you for the reminder, General, we'll find a way to get in touch with Khadgar, and besides, as a professional, I don't think mages need to report anything to the generals of other countries, it's Dalaran's freedom! ”

"Freedom?"

Danas let out a loud laugh of undisguised mockery, "Then you should probably go to Draenor and see for yourself, my mage, and see what the hell those orcs have done to that world by misusing their warlock magic, your freedom is based on a threat to the world!" I need to remind you again! ”

The general bowed his head like a grinning beast:

"It's not just mages who live in this world... Why should we take risks for your dangerous experiments? ”

This question made Archmage Vargas completely speechless, mages are all guys who specialize in research, and there are few individuals with clever tongues, and the archmage had a gloomy face and wanted to refute, but Antonidas sitting next to him reached out and forcibly pressed him into the chair.

The old mage smiled gently at the somewhat angry General Danas, and Antonidas whispered:

"Dalaran hears your voice, General, we'll consider this... Rest assured, this is not perfunctory! ”

This proper answer silenced the surrounding kings who were frowning at Master Vargas's incorrect thinking, and after confirming that there were no other questions, King Solas stood up angrily and beckoned to Danas:

"Come with me, my nephew Danas, and send me home, old man! There is no rebuke or suspicion of you in the Tolbane family, everyone is waiting for the hero to return home. ”

This statement was a clear expression of King Soras's displeasure, and behind him, the equally gray-haired King Terenus wanted to say something, but in the end remained silent.

And General Danas was a little moved to hold the old king, that is, his distant uncle's arm, his relationship with King Solas is actually very ordinary, but at least in the current situation, the old king chose to support him, which is enough.

And just as the two Tolbain walked out of the royal court, a gentle voice sounded behind them:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Solas and General Danas, I want to delay you for a few minutes."

Danas turned his head and was greeted by a High Elf mage in fiery red robes, who looked at them with a stinging gaze and whispered:

"I am Archmage of Quel'Salas, Lannasir, and I am here on behalf of His Highness Kael'thas to know the truth about something that is not very suitable for the 'big picture'. ”

General Danas's face changed for a moment, and after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief with some difficulty:

"Well, you have 10 minutes..."

His eyes were fixed on Lanna Sal's green eyes in front of him, and he lowered his voice:

"Before I ask, I have to tell you, don't ask me what Tyrion thinks... I can't guess what's going on in the monster's mind, but by Azeroth's standards, the civilization of the Draenor world at this point in time... Then you should call Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn is "Your Majesty". ”

This cryptic answer made Lannathel frown, and she began to understand why Prince Kael'thas insisted on going his own way, and whimsically wanted to get closer to the dead man Tyrion... That guy's power seems to be much stronger than everyone imagined.

Of course, this also proves how accurate Prince Kael'thas is in seeing people and predicting things.

While Danas and Miss Lannathel are discussing Draenor and Tyrion, the protagonist in the world of Draenor is busy with another matter.

In the halls of the Dark Temple, a levitating fortress suspended above the endless seas of the world of Draenor, Tyrion was talking to his cousin.

However, the posture of the two people was a little strange, and the black-robed Tyrion stood at the edge of the hall, and in front of him was a cage made of black iron. Dawnblade is sitting cross-legged in a cage.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like Tyrion is torturing his cousin, it's just a necessary stage of experimentation.

"How are you feeling today?"

Tyrion stared at Mylar's somewhat dull face, as another inheritor of the Dawnblade family, Myra had the same blue eyes as Tyrion, which seemed to be a testament to the Dawnblade's bloodline.

Tyrion's question caused Myra to look up, and his mind seemed to grow sluggish after the long detention, and after a few seconds, Myra shook her head vigorously before she said in a dry, hoarse voice:

"It's not good, it feels terrible, as soon as I close my eyes, I can hear the roar of greed and hunger coming from my bones, it is forcing me to find new, sufficient, pure magic..."

"Addiction, no doubt."

A cold glint flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said to his cousin in a calm voice:

"Obviously, you and I have the curse of addiction in our veins, and in the air where Quel'Salas is full of magic and even beyond the norm, the High Elf's body has been completely transformed... The addiction is proof that I have fought as a ranger since I was an adult, and I have never practiced magic, and even so, after death, the addiction that flows in my blood still consumes me. ”

"Myra, you grew up studying the orthodox magician route of the Dawn Blade, you have been manipulating magic since you were a child, absorbing magic, and your magic addiction will only be worse than mine."

"Listen to you, that's a good thing?"

Myla. Dawnblade looked up, at Tyrion, at his cousin, and tried to find a glimmer of concern in those ice-blue eyes, but he was disappointed, the calmness in those eyes giving him an illusion.

Tyrion looked at him like he looked at other dead people.

"Of course it's a good thing!"

Tyrion seemed to sense what his cousin was thinking, and he stepped forward, crouched down, put his cold hand into the cage, placed it on Myra's shoulder, and patted it dryly as an encouragement.

"The stronger the addiction, the more likely you are to become Sarein between life and death, and once you become Sarein, your manipulation of blood is likely... No, not possible, you will surpass me and become the strongest Sarein, my brother, and behold, death loves you so much! ”

Tyrion's voice was filled with an anticipatory mood, but as a party to Myra. Dawnblade just quietly looked at his only remaining relatives in front of him, and only after a moment did he speak:

"I didn't make this decision for the sake of your cause, Tyrion, and while it may affect your authority, but... I did it purely for Lumi's sake. ”

This rebuttal didn't make the Death Knight's expression change, not even his eyes, he tilted his head, and asked with some confusion:

"Does that make a difference? You see, no matter what you're for, the result is the same! ”

Tyrion stood up and said to his cousin:

"We dead people ask for very little, no matter what you think in your heart, Myra, it doesn't matter, what matters is that you prove that you are on our side with your actions, and that is enough."

"Of course, I also have to thank Luminas... Thank you to her for sending my loved ones to me. ”

With a flick of his fingers, Tyrion took a blue magic gem from the storage ring and placed it on the ground in front of Myra, whispering:

"Addiction is a torture, especially after you left Quel'Thalas and gave up the Light, you lost your energy, your body began to thirst, with your talent for magic, that terrible addiction will completely change you in a short time, remember what I said, Myra..."

"Before your will completely collapses, when you feel that the pain is unbearable, it will make you feel a little more comfortable with a little pure magic, but this is a drink to quench your thirst, and the more you suck, the closer you are to the end of your life."

"The soul is the most important thing!"

The Death Knight accentuated his tone:

"Don't let it get lost in the abyss of hunger for magic, keep holding on to the limit of what you can, and then I'll give you complete relief... At that time, you will be with Luminas forever, and this is for your love! My brave and stupid brother. ”

"Hmm"

Myra nodded heavily, the torture of demon addiction that Tyrion said, he has felt it very clearly in the past few days, the kind of itch that can't be relieved in the bones, like hundreds of bugs crawling in the bones, the most terrible torture, if the will is not strong enough, it is estimated that the first wave of torture in the outbreak of demon addiction will eventually completely lose his mind.

Myra tried to keep herself from thinking about the consequences of that complete collapse of her sanity, but she knew with her ass that it would be much worse than being Salein!

"One more thing."

When Tyrion raised his head this time, his expression was slightly subtle, he looked left and right, lowered his voice, and asked:

"Death is not without effect on me, Myla, it's a secret that only a few people know, and a lot of fragments of memories have disappeared from my mind, so I want you to tell me... How many magical families like us, who have a long heritage, who have magic blood in their bones, and who are manipulated by terrible addictions, are there in Quel'Salas? ”

"You forgot about that?"

Myla. Dawnblade frowned, looked at the innocent Tyrion, and finally, he shook his head:

"Many, the High Elves build civilization with magic, in our civilization, there are countless powerful mages, there are at least dozens of magic families in Silvermoon City that have been inherited for more than 6,000 years, and there are nearly a thousand descendants like you and me, the most famous of which is Kael'thas. The Prince of the Sunstriders, and... Let me think about it, you're not asking me this question for a simple purpose, right? ”

Tyrion shrugged, not hiding his purpose:

"Of course, Salein needs to grow, and I can't expect another young man who is attracted to me by love, we have to take the initiative... If this is painful for you, you can pick someone you really hate and tell me her or his name. ”

Myra's eyes blinked, and after a few seconds, he whispered:

"Lanna Sal"

"Prince Kael'thas is the last descendant of the Lonely Family like us, and her talent for magic is much stronger than that of you and me!"

"On top of that, Lumi, who used to guard Silvermoon City, was sent to Daysom because my poor lover inadvertently annoyed that princess-like lady... I have enough reason to hate her! ”

Tyrion was pleased with this reason, and he looked at his cousin meaningfully, and he slowly bowed his head:

"Well, it sounds like a very unpleasant woman, and she rightfully acts... It should be punished! ”