At the very top of the Karazhan Mage Tower, a chaotic area of overlapping spaces, torn apart by the rules of the world, and leading straight to the astral plane, this was once the starting point of the astral mage Medivan's journey between the stars, and after Medivan left this world, this chaotic zone of spatial rules was put on hold.

When Khadgar was in charge of Karazan, it was used for all kinds of dangerous magical experiments, and now the second Grand Lich Anastarian. The Sunwalkers prefer to experiment in the large laboratories of the inaccessible northern city of Lordaeron, so the space on the upper level of Karazhan has been put on hold, but recently, this untouched area has welcomed a new owner.

The two "Space and Strategic Research Consultants" of the Darkblade Legion with a large research team have taken root here to study the Star Portal for the Darkblade Legion, according to the requirements of the Great Lord Tyrion, this Star Portal must be able to accurately send a certain army from Azeroth to a certain coordinate in the stars, which can be seen by a discerning person at a glance, which is clearly the starting point of the Darkblade's "Great Cosmic Conquest Plan".

Considering that it would take many years for the engineers of the Darkblade Legion to research a ship capable of flying into the stars, it is not surprising that the Great Lord focused on magical methods of exploring the stars, but what is even more curious is that these two advisors personally "hired" by Tyrion may look like two plain draenei death knights, a man and a woman, but they occasionally communicate in a strange language.

The Sindra spatials mages in charge of helping them could easily tell... That's devil's language.

"The 24th test of the Stellar Portal, countdown... 3、2、1！ ”

"Bang"

The pure arcane energy of the dark blue was drawn from the nodes of the Karazan Mage Tower, and under the transportation of six blue energy pipes, it was gathered in a complex and extremely large portal phalanx on the upper level of the Mage Tower, and under the gaze of more than 40 Sindra mages, the blue energy continued to extend under the fixed portal frame made of Mithril mixed with pure gold, like an invisible hand outlining a complex and beautiful energy network in space.

The miniature energy emitters that were designed to be angled were constantly fine-tuned to make the net denser and denser, and after nearly 10 seconds of spreading, a portal that rippled like blue water waves appeared in the eyes of the mages, and they could see with the naked eye that behind the energy of the water waves, a beautiful starry scene was reflected.

"It's a success!"

A group of Sindra elves who were always smiling and silent could not suppress their inner excitement, and several young people even hugged each other, and the entire laboratory was filled with laughter for a while, however, just 15 seconds after the portal was successfully opened, a shocking blue spark appeared on the portal frame of the steel frame structure, and in less than 2 seconds, it spread to the entire magic circle, and then...

"Boom"

An earth-shattering explosion shattered the expensive portal frame along with the teleportation runes on the ground, and a huge energy wave poured into the laboratory, immediately triggering the 17 defensive magic circles inside the laboratory.

But the energy wave came and went quickly, and in less than 5 seconds, the entire laboratory was back to normal, but the scene was like a village after a natural disaster, with flying confetti and unpleasant smells everywhere, and one by one the mages rubbed their chests or eyes and got up from the ground, but fortunately, the laboratory's defensive circle was strong enough, and except for one unlucky guy who smashed his head on the test bench and caused a coma, no one else was seriously injured.

"Alright, alright!"

The Draenei Death Knight, dressed in mage robes, clapped his hands and focused everyone's eyes on him, and Mr. Malzac, the special advisor of the Darkblade Legion, coughed lightly before saying to his helpers:

"Don't be discouraged, friends, the portal has been successfully opened, which shows that our research idea is correct, and the only thing to do now is to extend its duration, I believe it will bother you... Alright, now clean up the lab and look at this place, it's as messy as a garbage heap. ”

"Forget it, I'll give you a vacation today, and come here early tomorrow morning to continue my research... Don't be late! ”

With that, Mr. Malzak waved his hand, and the Sindra researchers quickly left the laboratory, and after they all left, another voice sounded in the corner of the laboratory:

"You seem to have a lot of fun playing with these idiots, Malzac... You know that this Star Portal has at least 13 runes that are used incorrectly, why don't you just tell them? ”

Malzac turned his head and saw Hassabel sitting in a chair, bored and drinking blood wine, the other leader of the laboratory, the former guardian of the Argus Portal, who had been transformed into a draenei death knight in the realm of the dead, and the evil power had been completely removed from her body, transforming her from an ambitious demon lord back into a pure Ereda, or in this world, a draenei.

In the process of dissipating this energy, it seems that even her inner greed and tyranny have been removed, and now Hasabel looks like a pure hoof girl and young woman, still very salted and lazy.

"I can't just tell them what the mistake is, my Hassabelle, they have to find the fault themselves."

Marzac walked up to his companion, stretched out his hand, stroked Hasabel's smooth cheek, and whispered:

"This is the request of the Great Lord, don't care how much money is wasted, or how much time is consumed, the technology of the Star Teleporters must let the magicians of the Dark Blade Legion learn and master it from scratch, other people's knowledge is always someone else's, only what you understand is your own... The Great Lord was a very wise man. ”

"I don't think it makes sense."

Hassabel opened the finger that Malzac was trying to reach into her clothes, and she glanced at Malzac viciously:

"Mind your hands, or I'll sue you for harassing me... Federal law protects women, you bastard! Don't use the Legion for this! ”

"Okay, okay."

Marzac shrugged his shoulders, and while packing up the research data from the lab, he said to Hasabelle:

"Do you want to go to the Twilight Federation tavern for a drink after work? I please... Also, I just heard a piece of news today, do you remember the Dreadlord Banazar who was captured with you? ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Hassabel raised his head, and then saw a mocking smile on the corner of Malzac's mouth:

"I heard that idiot ran away..."

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Draped in a dirty cloak, the Dreadlord Banazar is now in the form of an ordinary human beggar, huddled in the cabin of a merchant ship leading from the port of Minethil in the wetlands to Kurtiras.

It will redirect at the port of Bullaras in Kurtiras, where it will board some smuggling ships and travel to the Broken Isles to meet up with its fellow thugs.

It was a good way to hide people's eyes, but the problem was that Banazal, who was now in a state of confusion, had no idea how he got to this ship.

Like a real weak human, it hid in the dark corners of the cabin, curled up on a damp straw mat, and under the cloak, its dark eyes shone with a sensitive and neurotic light, and it was like a frightened beast, and any sound that sounded in the darkness would attract Banazal's attention.

It's like a nervous patient who is about to be crushed by stress.

Of course, Banazal's pressure is not only from the confusion of his mind, but also from the things that he is holding in his arms.

By the light of the dim oil lamp in the cabin, Banazal, after confirming that there was no one on the left and right, secretly took out the thing wrapped in rags in his arms, put it in front of his eyes, and spread it out.

It was two strange stones that shone with a faint blue halo, like some kind of beautiful rhinestone, and the Dreadlord reached out and picked one up, and the moment its fingers touched the stone, a touch of extreme pain, like a pinprick at the tip of its finger, burst out on the tip of its finger, causing a flash of pain on Banazal's pale face, but it didn't put the stone down, it put it in front of its eyes, and in the dim light, it could see in the broken stone, the tide of energy that fluttered like the tide of the sea.

If you take a closer look, you can smell the smell of the sea on this broken stone...

"Tidestone..."

Banazar endured the pain from the tips of his fingers, and he picked up the fragment of the Tide Stone again with the dirty, but very special cloth, and placed it in his arms, and a trace of strangeness and surprise flashed in its dark eyes, and it clutched its head, frantically reminiscing, but it was as if a memory had been cut off in its mind, and there was only an unbearable blank space left there.

"How did this thing end up in my hands? I remember... I was been... I got caught! ”

The last image that came to its mind was that it subconsciously turned and ran away when it saw the Great Lord Tyrion of the Darkblade on the battlefield of Asuna, but the black bat it incarnated was surrounded by those terrible deaths that roared and was killed one by one, and then it knelt in front of the Great Lord in extreme pain, and then its memory was dark, as if it had skipped an important memory, and when it woke up again, it was already on the damn ship.

He also carried two fragments of ancient artifacts in his arms...

"How could I forget... Damn, what the hell have I forgotten? ”

Banazal clawed at his hair as if asking himself, and the next second, his sensitive and neurotic expression suddenly calmed down, as if another soul had dominated his body, and that soul said in a deep voice:

"Idiot! It's not that you can't remember that humiliating memory, you're trying to make yourself forget it... Because it was too painful, too humiliating. ”

The next moment this voice appeared, Banazal's expression became panicked and neurotic again, like a schizophrenic patient performing a "double reed".

"You! Who are you! Who's talking? Are you in my soul? Get out! Get out! Hear no! ”

"Don't be stupid, Banazal, who am I? Hehe, am I just another you? In that crazy time of being tortured and humiliated by the necromantic, your poor pride could not stand that torture, and "I" was born, I am another you, another poor creature who suffers in your place... Do you want to see what you've been through in the past? Good! I'll show you! ”

With this low, cold voice, images emerged in Banazal's mind, quickly filling in the missing memory.

In those images, as the noble Lord of the Dreaded Demon King, it is tortured by those necromancers with all kinds of horrific punishments, not only for the body, but also for the soul.

It saw itself thrown into the hell of thousands of evil spirits, its soul torn into a thousand pieces by madness, and bridged piece by piece by the dead of those madmen.

It saw itself bound in the magma of the Doomsday Volcano, and the giant beast summoned by the necrons tore at its body one by one, and the terrible pain made Banazar tremble now, as if recalling that extreme pain.

It also saw its own soul being pulled out of its body, placed in the body of a woman, and then sent to those nasty brothels by those disgusting boar people...

"Enough! That's enough! ”

Banazar screamed, holding its head, shaking its head frantically, trying to shake out the memories of the unsightly madness, and the calm, almost indifferent voice sounded in its head:

"Do you believe it now? Fragile and pathetic bastard... This humiliation and torture made you break down, and for ten days and nights, it was I who supported your soul from crumbling, and it was I who harnessed your body to save you from that hell! ”

As soon as the words fell, another picture appeared in Banazal's mind, it was a scarred and vigorous killing more than a dozen Death Lords guarding the cage, and escaping from the base camp of the Dark Blade, that kind of fierce as a wolf, crazy like a devil's posture, so that the haggard Banazar couldn't help but nod at this time... This is the self it remembers, this is the real self... A lone hero among demons! Heroes in Nasrezm!

"There are 5 pieces of the Tidestone fragments, but unfortunately, we only got 2 back... We need to find a way, Banazal, the other me, we have to come up with a story, or the jealous bastards will plant a damn charge on us, banish us from Azeroth, and claim all the credit we have earned for it! ”

The voice chattered in Banazal's ear, seductively:

"We have to protect our secrets, you can't let anyone else know that you're broken, that's a shame... will damage your image. ”

"Wait!"

Banazal suddenly screamed:

"How do I know if you're real? How do I know if you're the devilish Tyrion who has planted in my soul? ”

This question silenced the deep voice, and after a moment it said helplessly:

"Poor cutie, the long blow has left you delirious... You are a Nasrezm, a demon of spirit and body, and your control of the soul is the most powerful in the entire legion, am I another you, yourself... Can't you tell the difference? Don't you believe in yourself like that? ”

“......”