Magna, a female human mage. Egwen, this is a figure active in the 800s.

Her title is Guardian of Tirisfa, a very high title in the human mage world, which originated from the Council of Tirisfa, a secret organization of human mages.

It was a secret institution of the most powerful and knowledgeable mages of mankind, and was founded to deal with the extraterritorial creatures and internal threats that had been brought about thousands of years ago by the mages' near-unbridled and dangerous magical experiments.

Magic is a dangerous thing that can easily cause all kinds of trouble, and in the case of the original human mages, who were mostly unruly and disobedient, the Council of Tiriss decided to "craft" a powerful deterrent "Guardian" to deal with the threat and suppress the presumptuous mages.

They gathered all their magic through secret spells taught by the High Elves in a gifted mage, making him incredibly powerful, and the original Guardians were humble gentlemen who, according to tradition, would pass on their vast magical power to their successors every hundreds of years, until the advent of Egwene.

The mage had a troublesome and suspicious personality and had been uneventful for the first few hundred years, but she soon realized that the Council of Tirisfa was using the Guardian's deterrent power to spread its influence over every human kingdom, and was suspected of manipulating politics between kingdoms, much to Egwene's displeasure.

And at this juncture, she fought with the incarnation of the Dark Titan who tried to invade the world in the distant continent of Northrend, and although she won in the end, the soul of the Dark Titan took advantage of this to reside in the depths of Egwene's soul, influencing her with the power of darkness, and in the end, Egwene made a reckless decision.

With the vast magic of the Guardians passed down from generation to generation, she escaped the control of the Council of Tirisfa and guarded the world in her own way, as for her son, the legendary Last Guardian Medivan. Elam, that's another story.

In short, Egwene is the most disgraced guardian of life in the mage world, but it turns out that Egwene's decision back then was not entirely wrong, and the role played by the Council of Tyriss and the mages in the division of the human world and the conflicts between kingdoms over the past hundreds of years is actually not honorable...

It was precisely because of Egwen's resignation that the mages' ambition to control the world was completely dispelled.

"What did you say!"

Egwen's magical projection seemed to be enraged by Tyrion's arrogant words, her voice became colder, and the power entrenched inside the temple became more dangerous, and even the magical runes that emerged from the temple's periphery began to spin in confusion.

It seems that in the next moment, this powerful guardian will invoke this unparalleled magic and completely blast the Tyrion who provoked her into slag.

And the irascible magic power also made the death knights nervously regrip their weapons, and this kind of scene where they couldn't even fight back was really powerless.

However, in the face of this threat, Tyrion's face did not change, he was really not afraid of the magic projection in front of him at all, he knew her details very well, this is the advantage of knowing the future history, and this is also Tyrion's real confidence.

"Do you really want me to tell the brutal truth?"

The Death Knight flicked his fingers and lowered his voice:

"Maybe I'll pay you a visit in the Dust Swamp when I'm out of here, Lady Magna, I know all about what you've done in Karazhan in recent years, and no one in the world knows better than I know your terrible state of affairs at this time, and I don't want to expose it..."

Tyrion coughed lightly, he straightened up, and looked at Egwen's magical projection, and he whispered:

"Let's preserve the last bit of decency and dignity, Ms. Egwene."

"Forcibly killing me at the cost of breaking the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras will not bring you any benefit, and I have no intention of becoming an opponent of you... As for the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter, if you live to that time, I'm sure you'll know how lucky it is for you and the world to let me take it now. ”

He shook his head, turned and strode out of the last shadow of the Tomb of Sargeras, behind him, the Death Knights were a little uneasy, but as they watched Tyrion leave, they followed Tyrion and quickly disappeared into the ruined land.

Egwen's magical projection stared at Tyrion's back, but eventually, she sighed, and with the flick of her fingers, the heavy stone door of the Sargeras Tomb slowly closed, and the next moment, the tomb, summoned by Gul'dan from the bottom of the sea, sank silently into the sea again.

The surrounding sea water was squeezed by the huge magic force and divided to both sides, and the inverted sea water merged into huge waves, mercilessly lapping on the broken earth covered with blood, and after the tide subsided, everything around was reshaped, blood, death, all disappeared... It's as if these things never existed.

The night of the Shattered Island came very quickly, and by the time the Death Knights reached the beach, the light of the stars had already appeared in the night sky overhead. There was a strange atmosphere between the black hands, and he thought for a moment before giving the order.

"Set up camp here... Let's rest for one night before leaving! ”

Hearing this order, a flash of relief flashed in the orc death knight's eyes, and he glanced at Tyrion gratefully, who nodded to him, and the tall orc stood up and walked indifferently to the other side of the island, while Red, who was sitting on the side. The Black Hand hesitated, then lifted the wooden box containing Guldan's heart and followed.

As he was leaving, Red turned his head to look at Tyrion, and he whispered:

"Thank you, Death Knight."

Tyrion didn't look up at all, as if he hadn't heard at all.

After Red's figure disappeared into the meeting, he reached out and stroked the head of Moontalon, although the ghost owl had long since died, but its special experience kept its body intact, every feather was arranged by it very soft, the spiritual feathers felt very smooth, and there was a refreshing coldness, and this guy was very psychic, and had his own wisdom.

This is definitely the best pet for the deceased.

"Nasa... Go ahead. ”

Tyrion looked at the bonfire burning in front of him, and he whispered, "Go and say goodbye to your companions, to your past, and next, you are going to embark on a path that the living cannot walk." ”

"The mistress will kill you!"

Nassa, hidden in the shadows, gritted her teeth and said, "You can't dodge the blade she wielded in the shadows!" ”

"Nope! I'm sure she won't! ”

Tyrion reached out and took the flask that Sellent had handed him, and he whispered:

"Kill me, and you'll die too, can Ms. Mavi be so ruthless? I'm skeptical... After all, you are her most trusted subordinate, and she is your spiritual support and... Your most loyal spirit mate, isn't it? ”

"Shut up! You monster! ”

This description with a hint of taboo color made Nassa, who was hidden in the darkness, blush, but what the lewd Tyrion said may have some truth, thousands of years of military career, the ladies who protect each other have some relationships beyond friendship and spiritual companionship, isn't this a normal and completely acceptable fact?

In addition, Ms. Mavi is so strong, she can be relied on, and being loved by the same sex is actually not an unbearable thing.

"Go, Nassa, and don't forget to say goodbye to Lady Mavi for me, and remind her to be careful of the dangerous prisoners she guards!"

The darkness behind him was as calm as ever, but the shadows guarding there were gone.

Tyrion picked up the flask and felt the icy liquid flow down his throat as he stared straight into the campfire in front of him.

In the beating of the flames, a beautiful back appeared in front of him, and the Death Knight shook his head fiercely, as if to throw the chaotic memory out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the back still stubbornly became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.

"Life and death are endless, and life is born and died every minute and every second in this world, whether while I am alive or after I die. My death, like my life, has not changed the world in any way so far..."

Tyrion's voice sounded within him, and on this quiet night, he seemed to speak to himself and his past memories in this quiet way.

"But that's not why I walked the earth and wielded weapons even after I died, my feelings, my joy, my anger, my despair, my hope, all these things left me little by little after I died... Aurelia, can you understand? ”

Tyrion reached out and took a sip of his wine, completely unavoidable, but as Glokush said, sometimes, all you need to know you're drinking is enough.

"Gul'dan used his methods to make me escape death, but in exchange for a part of my being..."

The Death Knight's cold eyes became blurred little by little, and when the back in front of him turned around in his memory, and when he saw the iconic blonde hair and the blue war streak on his face, he muttered to himself, in a voice that only he could hear, and whispered:

"I should have been angry about that, but unfortunately, anger is too pretentious for me now... I miss you so much... Hello me... Lonely..."

On the other side of the island, Glokush stood on the rocks as Tyrion tossed and turned in his buried memories, looking out at the camps and campfires of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan who had survived the battle, and pointed his finger in that direction in the cold wind of the night.

"Go, Red, return to your world, and never look back."

Behind him, the orc overseer Red. Black held the wooden box in his hand, his eyes fixed on the strange and familiar orc death knight in front of him, and after a moment, he said in a trembling voice:

"It's you! Father! It's you, right? ”

He took two steps forward, grabbed Glokush's cold wrist, and said in a supplicating voice:

"Tell me, this dead body carries the soul of a man named Blackhan! Tell me! Please! ”

Grokush looked back at the longing in Red's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to break Red's fingers off his wrist, and he reached out to stroke his son's cheek, just as he had done when he died two years ago, barely changed.

Red was a brave and qualified leader.

"Don't call me father, child."

The always silent orc Death Knight tried his best to quiet his restless soul, but his voice still trembled:

"I'm dead, I should have left your and Maim's lives, death is like a thread that separates you and me on two sides of fate, in fact, I feel very much Tallon. Bloodfiend, if it weren't for his whim, I might have fallen into the abyss of death with all my regrets. ”

A difficult, ugly smile appeared on Glokush's cold cheeks, he couldn't shed tears anymore, he removed his cold fingers from Red's face, like a father's request to his son, he reached out and patted Red's shoulder.

"This is the last time I will protect you, son, you have grown up, and you have to go by yourself in the future! I'm sorry for my indifference to you and Maim, but I can't say the words that are hidden deep in my soul anymore... I'm content to see you again. ”

"I have to thank Tyrion for giving me the opportunity to make amends."

"Don't leave us! Father, even death cannot separate you from us! ”

Red's eyes were already full of tears, and the orc overseer wept in the night like a child, and he took Glokush's hand, and he whispered:

"Come back, come back and continue to command the Blackstone Tribe! Orgrim doesn't deserve to rule us! ”

"No!"

Grokush refused, he took a rare deep breath, and although the dead man no longer needed to breathe, he looked at his son, and he whispered:

"My fate has been reversed, Red, Blackstone's future has fallen on the shoulders of you and Maim, don't tell your brother about my current situation, he is far less strong than you, child, be brave and keep going, let Blackstone be proud of you, let me be proud of you..."

"It's time for me to go, goodbye, Chief Black Hand."

Glokush's figure eventually disappeared into the night. Standing in the cold wind, he looked in the direction his father had left, wiped away his tears, raised his fist, smacked twice in the chest, and then turned and walked towards the orc camp.

"Goodbye... The Chieftain's Black Hand. ”

It's like a warrior's farewell ... There is not so much weakness, and there is no need for tears, just sincere blessings.

If you are destined not to see each other again, then may you... Die without regrets.