Medivan has a title called the Prophet, a rotten street god title.

Throughout the ages, anyone who claims to be a prophet has claimed to have the ability to see through fate, but the difference between Medivan and the remaining 99 percent of the fakes is that he can really see through the future.

When Ms. Egwen built Karazan hundreds of years ago, she chose the Upwind Trail not because of her mood, but because the Upwind Trail was an important magical node in the southern part of the continent, and the time and space here were very unstable, which was very convenient for her to do some dangerous experiments.

And after Medivan was born, grew up, and inherited the mage Takarazan, the lord of the legion hidden in his soul would also use Karazan's huge magic power to connect with its demon army far away in the depths of the universe, and this intertwining of powers made Karazan have some strange changes.

In this mysterious mage tower, there are occasionally strange lights and shadows from the collapse of time and space, which are fragments of the past and future that exist in history, and when you are lucky enough, you can even see your own future in those lights and shadows.

In other words, the mighty Medivin himself had no foreknowledge powers, but when he was in Karazan, he became one of the strongest prophets in Azeroth, and this situation would continue until more than ten years later, when the prophet of the Draenei, Viren, entered this world, and Viren, a god-man who could see through the future with both eyes...

It is worth mentioning that the prophet of Viren is also the longest-lived guy in mortal life so far, he has lived for a full twenty-five thousand years...

"Give me the key!"

Lady Egwene indifferently shot at Tyrion, and she looked sternly at the Death Knight in front of her:

"Khadgar gave you the key to the tomb, right?"

Tyrion silently handed the hedron to the female mage, who held it in her hand, and in the corner of the dark headwind path, she reached out and inlaid the irregular purple hedron into the iron door of the dark cellar in front of her, and with a strange chanting, the heavy iron door opened.

"It was a mistake for Medivan to give the keys to Khadgar in the first place."

Egwene said as he stepped into the darkness, "That apprentice is not a reassuring character, he is too young, and his eyes are blinded by justice and light, and he cannot see the darkness and squalor of the Council of Six in Dalaran. ”

"But Medivan chose him anyway, which shows that Khadgar himself has reassuring qualities."

Tyrion followed Miss Egwyn into the downward spiraling cellar, and as he looked at the dark and mysterious reliefs around him, he whispered:

"Speaking of which, since Mr. Medivan's soul is free, don't you intend to resurrect your own son? With the help of Mr. Nalas, and the vast magic contained in Karazan, I don't find it difficult. ”

"What do you know as a dead man?"

Lady Egwene replied coldly, "Don't speculate on a mage's thoughts, it's a dangerous thing!" ”

Tyrion was silent about this indifference, but as the two of them walked into the depths of the tomb, Lady Egwene suddenly sighed, her expression sad.

"Medivan didn't know that after his death, it was me and Neras who gathered his bones, I was standing beside my son, watching my blood-related relatives lying in the sarcophagus coldly, in my long life, I had never been so desperate, and at the moment of his death, I suddenly realized that Medivan was not my chosen successor, he was not a guardian... He's my son! ”

"He has my blood in him, he is my true treasure, and I... For nearly a thousand years, I have been ignoring this, and the power of the Guardian blinded my eyes, until the moment he died, the long sword pierced his body and pierced my heart... My son, I should have protected him, I am such an unqualified mother compared to Neras..."

At this moment, Lady Egwene was as fragile as an ordinary mother who had lost her son, and that grief made Tyrion extremely silent, and in Egwene, he saw the figure of his adoptive mother, General Liresa.

"You ask me why I didn't resurrect Medivan?"

Lady Egwene snapped her fingers, and the light in the tomb lit up at this moment, and her figure continued forward, but it looked so bleak.

"Quite simply, I don't want to resurrect him, because I and Neras know that the child's heart is full of remorse for the world and for his best friend, and once he is resurrected, he will do whatever it takes to atone for his sins, even if it is to sacrifice himself completely, but he does not think of his poor parents."

The lady took a deep breath:

"Nalas and I never cared if he became a hero or a bloody butcher, why should we sacrifice my son for the life and death of this world? We just want Medivin alive! That's all! ”

"But you can't stop him."

Tyrion shook his head, "A mage like Medivan, you can't stop him from sacrificing himself if he wants to." ”

"That's why I want you to save Lothar!"

Miss Egwene reached out and opened a door that looked like it had been sealed for a long time, and mad dust poured out of it, along with several figures emerging from the darkness.

The lady took a step back and stood behind Tyrion, and she whispered:

"What he wants to do, naturally there are heroes who will help him do it! As long as I live for a day, no one will want to take my son again..."

"Kill them, Tyrion! Everything you need is in this pantry! ”

As soon as Egwene's words fell, two long swords blooming with endless cold air were drawn out of their scabbards by Tyrion, and in front of him, there were three knights wearing black armor and their whole bodies shrouded in dark power, their limbs were strangely twisted, they didn't look like living people, but they were definitely not death knights, there was a greater dark force supporting their actions.

But it's not a blessing, it's a curse!

"Bang Bang"

The clash of weapons sounded in the light and shadow, and Tyrion struck the heavy sword of the first knight who pounced, he turned sideways and stabbed the long sword into his body, the harsh death energy instantly sealed the rough knight, he stretched out his hand, the dark red death energy wrapped around his palm, and then pressed against the chest of the second knight.

The corrosive energy corroded the sturdy black armor and the flesh inside into a pit of flesh.

Tyrion's long sword was blocked by the third knight with a shield, he threw away the long sword with his hand, and drew the heavy sword behind his back with his backhand, the seven runes on the sword body jumped, and in the surge of dark power, the heavy and sharp heavy sword cut off the heads of the two black-armored knights in front of him like a guillotine.

"Wow"

The heavy sword pierced the headless corpses of the two knights, nailing them to the wall.

Tyrion took a step back, shook the rancid blood from his armor, and looked at the frost-frozen battlefield in front of him, and in less than 2 minutes, the battle was completely settled.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Behind him, Lady Egwene clapped her hands, her tired eyes shining with undisguised appreciation.

"Sure enough, it's a slayer dominated by death, and this crisp and crisp battle reminds me of those brave Arathor Greatsword Knights when they were not divided... It seems that you have fully adapted to this horrific way of killing. ”

"There's nothing to appreciate about that, ma'am."

Tyrion moved his fingers, and he whispered:

"It's just killing."

"That being said, not everyone can defeat these cursed knights so easily."

Igwen, not looking at the blood on the ground, stepped into the pantry in front of her, and said:

"These poor people were originally just a bunch of cunning merchants who had the audacity to pretend to be artifacts with fakes in an attempt to deceive my son, but unfortunately, when they met Medivan, he happened to be dominated by Sargeras, and the dark soul felt humiliated, so he cursed these merchants who had killed themselves to find the real artifact for him."

"Their souls have been sucked into the Shadow Realm, their bodies are half-alive and half-dead, they don't really die, they are looking for artifacts in the world in vain, trying to lift this curse, but unfortunately, they will never have a chance to be free, Sargeras has mostly forgotten this little thing... But the curse he dropped casually is not removed by anyone in this world. ”

There was a hint of hidden fear in Lady Mage's voice:

"That kind of power is not at all resisted by this world, Tyrion, the people of this world have no idea what they are up against, and those of us who know the truth, we can't do anything but despair."

Tyrion did not answer, and he stepped into the darkness, surrounded by all sorts of possessions, from the most ordinary gold coins to beautiful and striking gems, which were thrown into this cellar like garbage, all plundered by the Black Knights, who wanted to seek freedom in this way, but alas, they could not get anything but despair.

"Uh"

Egwene leaned down to blow dust away from a long box placed on the stone platform, and she stepped back and made a "please" gesture to Tyrion.

"Let's see your pay, you asked for the key from Khadgar for it, right?"

She looked into the eyes of the Death Knight, and she asked softly:

"Medivan isn't curious about your speculations about fate, but I'm curious, Tyrion, you were just an ordinary ranger when you were alive, but why did you suddenly become an omniscient person after you died? What kind of gifts does death bring you? What impact will this terrifying gift have on the world? ”

"Bang"

Tyrion pressed his finger to the wooden box in front of him, and he turned to look at Lady Egwene, who stood mysteriously and mightily in the light of the cellar, and the Death Knight stood in the darkness, a playful smile on his cold face.

You call it a "gift"? ”

"Do you think my death is a gift? No... Madam, death has given me a glimpse into my fate, into the fate of this world, and even into yours... But it's not a gift, if you can! ”

Tyrion's eyes blinked:

"If I could, I'd rather be an ordinary elven ranger and spend my long 3,000 years of life peacefully with my lover... But you see, fate is a biao, and it likes to ruin everything in this way. ”

"But now that it's done that, if I don't respond to something, if I don't rush up and grab it by the neck and slap it twice, won't it look like a seed?"

He stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden box in front of him open, revealing the weapon inside, it was a two-handed heavy sword, strange runes were inscribed on both sides of the sword, its sharp blade protruded outward, and it only took a slight stroke to tear the neck, and on the hilt of the sword, it was decorated with a strange skeleton, which did not look like a mortal skull, and its two curved horns formed the gauntlet of the heavy sword.

In the eye socket of the skull, a faint light pulsed, as if the blade was sleeping.

"Tell me about it? Ms. Egwen..."

Hearing Tyrion's request, Egwin wanted to refuse, but she was terrified of whether Tyrion would be able to control it because of the dark power of the weapon that had nearly killed her, and a moment later she told the story of the sword.

"It's called the Apocalypse... It is an evil weapon forged by the demon of Nasrezm, once held by a Dreadlord named Kasanatir, who summoned this weapon and its evil master thousands of years ago when a human mage tried dangerous magic experiments without recklessness, and the Dreadlord used it to unleash a plague in Dalaran, nearly destroying the magical capital. ”

"The guardian at that time was Alodi, my predecessor, a powerful and wise mage, who set a trap and defeated the Dreadlord and captured the sword on the eve of Dalaran's destruction."

Egwene watched Tyrion take the magic sword out of the velvet box, she subconsciously took a step back, seeing that Tyrion did not activate the dark power of the magic sword, she breathed a sigh of relief and told the story after the sword.

"Allodi held the apocalypse, the dark will within him was awakened, those strange and cruel thoughts appeared in his mind, the tired guardian was almost defeated by the will, swinging the sword and slashing at his companion, but he finally broke free on his own, he felt the horror of this magic sword, and he strongly demanded to destroy this sword..."

"But like the beginning of all nightmares, the sword was not destroyed, and the mages of the Tyris-Law Council wanted to study it in order to gain greater power... They sealed it, and when the magic sword that was not willing to be lonely reappeared..."

Egwene sighed, as if recalling a dark story he didn't want to recall:

"When it reappeared, it was used against me by the filthy mages of the Council of Tiris... And I was just a little bit dead under this magic sword. ”