Necromancy, which is a variant of the power of magic that extends into the realm of death.

Due to the constant dealings with corpse ghosts, and the current mainstream belief in the human world is the Holy Light, which represents light, this spell is naturally regarded as evil and forbidden by humans.

But necromancy has a long history, although there is no official record, but in a phantom of history, in fact, during the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, necromancy already had traces of its own existence.

And even in the 6,800-year history of the Quel'Thalas High Elves, Tyrion is not the first undead in the true sense of the word, and if Tyrion's memory is not wrong, he should be the second.

And the elven mage standing in front of him was the first to do it.

Miss Egwene looked at the Death Knight in front of her with a complicated gaze, the encounter at the Tomb of Sargeras was not friendly, she considered the Death Knight a threat, but her precious son thought that Tyrion could help them.

Mothers are inherently invincible to their sons, so Lady Egwene put away her hostility as well, took a step back, pointed to the silent necromancer behind her, and introduced to Tyrion:

"This is my old friend with Medivan, he is your predecessor, he existed as an undead body 2,800 years ago, and to this day, his name is..."

"Merry. Winter wind! ”

Tyrion looked at the silent elven mage, and said:

"I've lived through his biography, the heroic archmage who crossed the battle of the trolls and fought for Quel'Thalas, although the words are unknown, but at the end of the biography, it doesn't say that he died... Now it seems, I guessed right, you're still alive. ”

"Hmm... This makes me curious. ”

The necromancer was called by his name, but he was not surprised, he reached out and flipped his hood back, revealing the long silver hair, and his eyes jumped with an emotionless light, which belonged to the dead, he looked at Tyrion in front of him, and after a moment, he whispered:

"Is the legacy of the Dawnblade finally dead? In my time, the Dawnblade family was a famous mage family, and the powerful magical talent hidden in your body was wasted, and the last time I heard about the Dawnblade was when you joined the Far Wanderer, you were supposed to be a good mage, but unfortunately you abandoned your innate power..."

Merry. The dry voice of the winter wind was full of a kind of regret and loss, nearly 3,000 years of time had worn out a lot of things, in the time when he lived as a cursed dead, he saw the death of his peers and friends, attended their funerals, attended the birth ceremonies of their descendants, attended the funerals of those who came after him, all of which had worn out his feelings.

However, seeing his former friend's family lose its last inheritance, this still made him a little embarrassed.

This pity made Tyrion shake his head, and he replied:

"The branch of the Dawnblade is still there, and if I'm not mistaken, I have a cousin, Myra. Dawn Blade, he also inherited the bloodline of Dawn Blade, and... Who says I'm wasting my talent? ”

The Death Knight raised his head, his ice-blue gaze turned as red as blood at this moment, he raised his hand, blood rushed out of his fingertips, pulsing wildly, and finally spun around his body rapidly, like a blood snake with its own life and consciousness.

"The gifts inherited from my fathers have made me what I am, they are an inalienable part of me, and this power can be used to me even after death!"

This scene made Merry. Winterwind's eyes widened, he had seen so many incredible things in 2,800 years, but this was the first time he had seen such an evil ability as Tyrion's blood-sucking.

"Is this a variant of bloodsampire?"

Ms. Egwen was amazed and said:

"I never knew that the mysterious Flesh Curse would form such an ability!"

"It's also the first time I've seen it..."

Merry. Winterwind's figure flickered between light and shadow and appeared beside Tyrion, he carefully observed the blood flowing around the Death Knight in front of him, and after a moment, he whispered:

"Although there are records in the texts of some ancient Viku people suffering from the Flesh Curse, it now appears that the ancient Flesh Curse also affected the trolls, and the elven branch that evolved from the trolls inherited this effect is minimal, but now, a clear example has appeared before our eyes... What a discovery! ”

He looked up at Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, and whispered:

"It seems that you've discovered a stubborn disease hidden deep within the High Elves... The remnants of the Flesh Curse and the dual effects of the addiction have made you, Tyrion, you are no longer a pure elf or a dead person, you are a monster that has never existed. ”

"I call myself Sarein, and besides, I'm not a monster!"

Tyrion replied that the name made Merry. Winter Wind froze for a moment, and then, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Blood Elves... Very nice title! ”

"Well, gentlemen, we can discuss the question of the remnants of history later."

Medivan's Shadow interrupted Merry with her mouth. Winter Wind wanted to study, and his somewhat distorted voice sounded under the stars: "Mr. Tyrion has come from afar, his time is pressing, we should get down to business." ”

He stretched out his hand and waved his finger, and a deep vision appeared in front of everyone's eyes, it was a terrifying scene in the stars, in a completely shattered world, those continents directly suspended in the cold starry sky, dense demons entrenched on it, from the lowest imps, to the highest level of abyss lords and dreaddemon kings, all kinds of demons were noisy among the stars.

The dark green fire burning in their bodies almost set the shattered world on fire in the void, a burning legion, an army of demons.

As the perspective of the picture zooms in, in the middle of this ruined world, the huge portal that has been erected has not yet been ignited, but just judging from the scale of this portal, once it is ignited, tens of millions of demons can easily enter some unlucky world through it.

"Demon Star Marton, this is the end of my memories with Sargeras, roaming the astral plane... I've seen the demons moving around. ”

Medivan's distorted voice sounded at this moment:

"The demons are building an army big enough to destroy any world, and according to what I've learned, their destination is Azeroth, and the orcs are just pawns in their mess with this world, and after the defeat of the orcs, they will go into battle shirtless."

This damn news got Neras, Egwene and Merry. Winterwind fell silent at the same time, but Tyrion was indifferent, and after his death, he lacked responsibility for the world, and after the Shadow of Medivan had finished explaining the situation, he spoke:

"With all due respect, guys, I don't think what you're going to discuss has anything to do with me, it's not up to us to decide whether the demons want to destroy this world, on another continent, the Cadore Night Elves have been defending against demon attacks for 10,000 years, and this is something they should worry about."

The Death Knight's words were somewhat cold and emotionless, but Medivan Shadow nodded, looked at Tyrion, and said in a deep voice:

"This is something we need to worry about, the human world can't accept the camp of the dead, so your use is not here, and this time I invited you here to ask you to help when we can't do it."

The words made Tyrion take a step back, and he spread his hands:

"Sorry! But I haven't made up my mind to join your little organization yet, and Miss Egwene should know that I'm not interested in saving the world. ”

"The Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras are in your hands! The fraudsters have noticed you! This is no longer the time when you can opt out. ”

Medivan's Shadow accentuated his tone, and behind him, Neras. Elan raised his hand, a scorching mass of magic pulsing in his hand, and the old mage's face was indifferent, and after his precious son had finished speaking, he coughed lightly:

"You don't really think we're talking to you about this, do you?"

This kind of strength made Lady Egwene subconsciously reach out and grab her husband's arm, and Tyrion's face didn't change much, he just shrugged:

"Since Archmage Elam already knows that the Eye of Sargeras is in my hands, then you should also know that I have the ability to break the net at any time, even so, do you still want to force me to join you?"

This unyielding sentence made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly tense, and the Eye of Sargeras, full of destructive power, was like a nuclear weapon of this world, extremely dangerous, especially when it was held in the hands of a dead man who lacked emotion and reason.

After a two-minute silence, Merry. Winter Wind coughed lightly:

"Tyrion, maybe you misunderstood what Elam meant, he is always used to solving problems in a tough way, and I believe that you will not be so reckless in rejecting us, although we don't know what your ultimate goal is, but judging by what you have done recently, we can cooperate."

The Shadow of Medivan also spoke:

"No matter what you think in your heart, as long as you do the same thing as us, we can be friends!"

This change of attitude made the Death Knight, who had planned to retreat, hesitate for a moment, and his eyes gleamed with distrust, but in the end, he spoke:

"Then I'll be blunt, I won't be staying in Azeroth for long, my destination is Draenor, so whatever you have to do, you see, I can't help you."

"But you won't stay in Draenor forever!"

Lady Egwene stood beside her husband, and she looked at Tyrion:

"I've seen your Death Knights with my own eyes, and you've gone to great lengths to follow Gul'dan into the tomb of Sargeras, you can't possibly know the secrets of the Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras, but you know... There's ambition hidden inside you, Tyrion, I can see it at a glance! After you're full-fledged, you'll eventually come back into this world! Come back with your army of necromancy! ”

For this statement, the Death Knight did not deny, but he did not admit it either, he just shrugged:

"That's the future, what the future holds, no one knows, maybe the first time I step into Draenor, I'll be torn apart by the raging orcs... It's a kind of future, isn't it? ”

"Your conquest or destruction of the world is the future, but that's beyond our scope."

Medivan Shadow shook his head, stopping his mother's hostility towards Tyrion, and he looked at the Death Knight as he muttered:

"Since you don't want to join at this time, we won't force it, but I want you to help us... It's something you can do, and for that, I'll pay you what you want! ”

This sentence made the Death Knight raise his eyebrows, speaking of which, there was indeed one thing in Karazan that he needed very much, so after a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the shadow of Medivan:

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Quite simply, I need you to bring my old friend Anduin. Lothar, save from his mortal cruel fate! ”

The Shadow of Medivan whispered:

"Just like you did at the Tomb of Sargeras, completely change the fate of a person!"

Tyrion raised his eyebrows, he could guess that what Madison asked for must be very difficult, but this direct act of meddling in fate still made him can't help but refute:

"It simply can't be done! If I dare to meddle in the duel between Lothar and Orgrim, the pesky bronze dragons will appear and wipe me out! It might even alarm the Lord of Time... With all due respect, Mr. Medivan, you're sending me to death! ”

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse, Mr. Tyrion, what is the truth of the bronze dragon's so-called guardian time, you and I both know... In the long run, they belong to the poor creatures who will have to meet the end and destruction sooner or later, and they are desperate to make desperate efforts in the desperate truth, but they can never see the hope of salvation, they have long failed... They can't control their fate, they can't even save themselves. ”

Medivan's shadow slowly disappeared in the light of the starry sky, and in the moment of disappearance, he winked at Tyrion:

"So there's no need to be afraid of them, and before you make a decision, why don't you look at the pay?"

Tyrion raised an eyebrow, and he was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he nodded.

"Good! I'm looking forward to it. ”