"This castle hides a lot of secrets."

Sassoval the Corruptor walked silently in the Dark Temple, and after entering the castle, it quickly discovered the hidden things in the castle, the kind of active spatial fluctuations to the extreme, obviously, Neozu used the Scepter of Sargeras in the Dark Temple, so that the inherent space of this fortress was full of cracks, just like the space of the Dark Gate, which could be easily torn apart.

"It's definitely going to be easier to open a portal here."

The Dreadlord touched his smooth chin, his black eyes flashing with thought, "Maybe after the victory, I should use this as my palace to rule this world, King of Draenor, that sounds good." ”

Nasrezm grinned, turned and walked into another fork, passing by the Death Knight who was guarding the hall, but the Death Knight didn't notice the Dreadlord at all.

The Dreadlords, Nasrezm, are a true Shadow Clan, they are masters of understanding and using Shadows throughout the universe, infiltrating a fortress and a city, spreading lies, breaking morale, and spreading plagues, these are only the most basic skills for them, they are the best scouts and conspirators in the Burning Legion.

Sassuval urgently needs to find an entry point now, it is not easy to cause a riot in the Dark Temple, the lack of emotion and determination of the dead means that it will be difficult for the Dreadlord to corrupt the will of these high-level death knights, and controlling one or two knights will not work at all, it must find a guy with enough weight.

Soon, though, the Corruptor found a suitable target, and in the necromantic fortress, the Dreadlord quickly smelled the breath of the living, which made his eyes light up... Rushing towards the library of the Dark Temple.

"First of all, the crystal has to be polished to the point where it is extremely smooth."

Archmage Khadgar sat on the table in the library, fiddling with a crystal in his hand, and spread out an ancient scroll in front of his eyes, written in the language of the Ravens, which was obscure, but the wise Archmage could easily read it after learning the language of the Ravens.

The Archmage was intrigued by the Archmage, who had just unearthed the Episis Crystal and was said to have recorded the way the ancient Ravens had used the Episis Crystal.

"Well, that looks like that's enough."

Khadgar held the polished Episis Crystal in front of his eyes and looked at it, and he was pleased with the brilliant luster of every facet of the crystal in the light of the hedron lamp.

"And then there's the second step... Wait, the sun? Melting the crystal with sunlight and casting it into a hexagonal pillar? ”

The archmage was stunned for a moment, how could sunlight melt crystals? Not to mention the extremely hard Episis crystal, which made him scratch his ears and cheeks again to stop studying the crystal, he picked up the pen at hand, and wrote and drew in his notes, but soon, he remembered something else.

Khadgar was free in Draenor, Tyrion didn't restrict his movements, he could go wherever he wanted and get any information he wanted, but the more he knew, the more dazed the archmage felt.

At the beginning, he chose to stay in Draenor because of his reckless actions, and his cooperation with the bronze dragon Sephir caused the innocent death of more than 1,000 warriors of the Alliance's advance army, which made the kind-hearted archmage feel indescribable frustration and pain, and after learning the truth about the bronze dragon, the archmage felt compelled to devote himself to the great cause of freeing Azeroth from the control of the bronze dragon.

But after calming down, it was not difficult for Khadgar to find that everything he learned was actually seen under the guidance of Tyrion, which made it difficult for the mage not to doubt the original intention of the Death Knight, so when faced with the Lich Transformation Ritual, he chose to refuse, he felt that he needed to know more, and then calmly decided whether to join the undead side.

After all, it is a sacrifice of life, the sacrifice of the most precious thing, Khadgar has the consciousness of sacrificing himself, but in the face of a choice with an uncertain future, he will still feel hesitant, after all, this mage is just a mortal, although he looks very old, he is only 30 years old this year, although he has experienced a lot, but his experience is still not enough for him to find the true direction in the fog.

"So, who is righteous and who is evil?"

The archmage looked at his notes, and he muttered to himself: "You are obviously a dead person, but you have to fight a life-and-death war with the demons, what are you doing all this for?" ”

He had experienced demon battles in the Oakington Necropolis, he had seen with his own eyes how the undead who had once been considered evil strangled more evil demons in silence, he had seen the Death Lords defeat the demon legions, and he had watched the cooperation between the Draenei and the Knights of the Darkblade, where the living and the dead were wary of each other, but they fought together in the face of the same enemy.

"Even people like Viren can be persuaded by you..."

The archmage stared at the hedron lamp on the table in front of him, the light in his eyes became blank, and where he didn't notice, the darkness was eating away at his mind little by little, making his mind obscure.

"Uh, I'm... What's wrong with me? ”

The light of the hedron lamp flashed in vain, and the archmage immediately woke up from that fugue state, he rubbed his forehead and stood up, his body shook, he turned his head to look around, the world in front of him became strange, the aura of darkness wrapped around everything in his eyes, and the archmage could feel that the twisted darkness was eroding his will.

"Bang"

Khadgar subconsciously grabbed the staff of the guardian that he kept in his hand, and the huge magic power gathered, trying to cut off the power of the corruptor Sassoval piercing his mind, but he lacked experience in fighting demons, and at the moment when he wanted to fight back, Sassuwal's gloomy laughter sounded in the archmage's heart, and he immediately lost control of his body.

The raging purple magic surged out of the archmage's body unchecked, forming a storm of irritable magic in an instant, and when the fluctuating magic power gathered to the limit...

"Boom"

A loud bang rang out from the library, and the furious magic tore apart the books and shelves that visited the surroundings in an instant, and in the midst of the debris flying, even the levitating circle that was operating with the entire Dark Temple was temporarily deranged.

"Click"

A succession of sparks of magic lit up in the energy channels of the Dark Temple, as if the power of the precision instrument had been forcibly cut off, and with a low humming sound, the Dark Temple suspended in the sky lost its power to float in the air and began to fall rapidly.

The roar of the necromancers resounded through the fallen fortress, and the entire temple was thrown into chaos at this moment, and Archmage Khadgar was thrown upwards in that rapid weightless vibration, his head slammed against the stone wall, and then the sky swirled in a whirlwind, his body like an uncontrolled puppet, his eyes glazed over, and he allowed his head to bleed.

And in the mind, the will of the archmage is in fierce confrontation with the corruptor who invades the soul.

"Dazed, painful, helpless, hesitant, repentant... Look, how fragile this soul is, how pitiful it is. ”

The dark form roared in the archmage's mind, constantly whipping the archmage's soul with the power of the shadow, and trying to imprison him:

"You have strong magic, but you don't have the heart to match the power, mortal, it's a pity that you don't know how to defeat me!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

Dark tentacles were severed one by one by the will of the archmage, and he realized that he might be in the most difficult trouble, but Khadgar was unwilling to give up, and in the realm of souls he was unfamiliar with, he was like a rude warrior rampaging through the sea of his mind.

Sassoval was not in a hurry, the release of his magic power had destroyed the Dark Temple's rudimentary floating circle, and the fall of this flying fortress would undoubtedly attract the attention of all the undead on the Hellfire Peninsula.

What it had to do had already been done, and now, it just wanted to extend its victory, and it hid in the corner of Khadgar's mind, like a cat playing with a mouse, constantly provoking Khadgar's mind with words:

"You're a coward!"

"You killed your own mentor!"

"You are in the same league as the necromancy, you have betrayed your mission!"

"Oh, you're even thinking about joining them... What a stupidity, what living person would be willing to give up his life? ”

"Are you pursuing justice? Stupid, you don't know what justice is at all, all you pursue is a concept imposed on you by others..."

"You've never lived for yourself, and lo and behold, I can see very clearly that you're in love with that lowly orc! But you are too cowardly to keep him. ”

"Hahahaha"

The agitated words of the most vicious whip whipped Khadgar's trembling heart, but it also provoked the Archmage's heartfelt anger, for what Sassoval said was true, the deepest shadow hidden in his heart, and anger, which would trigger reckless decisions, led directly to failure.

"Enough!"

Khadgar roared, pouring out all the power in his mind like a storm that swept everything, tearing apart the shadows of darkness in front of him, and after everything was calm, his consciousness once again dominated his body, but before he could add a shield to himself, the fallen dark temple smashed into the land of the Hellfire Peninsula.

"Bang"

The temple that fell from a height of hundreds of meters caused a tremor like the most terrifying earthquake, even if the death knights activated the barrier to defend against the impact, but the terrible impact still messed up everything inside the temple, and Khadgar's body was thrown up like a ship at the top of the tide, and then smashed to the ground in a frenzy.

The impact blackened his eyes, and he struggled to his feet with his staff, only to see a pair of black hooves entwined with flames.

"You think you won?"

"Fool, power may be respected in the outside world, but in my battlefield, will is everything."

"Your body is mine!"

"Buzz"

The archmage's resistance suddenly stopped, and the tall body of Sassovar the Corruptor turned into a dark bat and dissipated into the air, like a storm of bats, encircling Khadgar's body, and in the hiss of the dark bat, Khadgar let out a howl of pain, and after a moment, he reactivated the body and stood up, but the eyes had turned black.

"Oh, it's always so easy to break the hearts of the living..."

Sassoval put the Guardian Staff in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, feeling the huge magic in Khadgar's body, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Then let this hustle and bustle be crazier!"

"Bang"

All the clutter that stood in front of him was torn apart by the violent magic, and in the purple luster, the Dreadlord manipulated the archmage's body to walk out of the library, but the moment the door was opened, a figure stood in front of it.

Sassoval stared at the slender figure, and it let out a low laugh:

"Yo, Mr. Tyrion, are you here to meet me?"

Tyrion, who had returned from the Hellfire Fortress, frowned and looked at Khadgar in front of him, it was clear that under the archmage's body there was another soul hidden, and he asked in a hollow voice:

"Who are you?"

"Me?"

A twisted smile appeared on Khadgar's face, and he habitually interlaced his fingers and said in an eerie voice:

"I'm Archmage Khadgar, am I not your friend?"

"Wow"

The buzzing blade was unsheathed, and Tyrion's voice became cold:

"Get out of his body! Now, right now! ”

The unsheath of the apocalypse made Sassuval the Corruptor's eyes shrink, as an orthodox Nasrezm demon, it recognized this magic sword, it was one of the two magic blades forged by the ancient Nasrezm ancestors, it was rumored that the Dreadlord Casanatier had disappeared among the stars with it, but it did not expect this thing to fall into the hands of Tyrion.

But in the face of the threat of the Death Knight, the Dreadlord did not get nervous, he waved the staff in his hand, and said in Khadgar's voice:

"What if I say no? You see, whether you are living or dead, you will always be very hesitant when facing your "friends", this senseless emotion binds you, but it is my sharpest weapon, I would like to know what you will do in the face of this choice? ”

"Poof"

As soon as Sassoval's words fell, Tyrion's body turned into a swift shadow and appeared in front of the archmage, in the horrified gaze of the Dreadlord, the Demon Blade Apocalypse easily broke through the archmage's shield, and then pierced the archmage's heart without hesitation, in the midst of the surging blood, Tyrion stared at Khadgar's black eyes, and he whispered:

"Looks like your weapons aren't sharp enough... Also, what gave you the illusion that he was my friend? ”

The Dreadlord struggled to escape from Khadgar's impaled body, but the humming, blade forged by the ancestor of Nasrezm grabbed the Dreadlord's soul and dragged it into the roaring blade of the sword.

"I don't know who you are yet, but listen... Apocalypse loves you, my new friend..."