Chapter 108 11. Gift

Medivh has a title called Prophet, a rotten street god stick title.

Throughout the ages, anyone who claimed to be a prophet would claim to have the ability to see through fate, but the difference between Medivh and the remaining 99% of fakes is that he can really see through the future.

When Ms. Aegwynn was building Karazhan hundreds of years ago, she chose the Deadwind Path not because of her mood, but because it was an important magic power node in the southern part of the mainland, and the time and space here was very unstable, so it was very convenient for her to do some dangerous things. test.

And after Medivh was born, grew up, and inherited the mage Tower Karazhan, the Legion Lord hidden in his soul would also use Karazhan's huge magic power to connect with its demon army far away in the depths of the universe. This interlacing of power, Let Karazhan have some weird changes.

In this mysterious mage tower, occasionally there will be some strange light and shadow produced by the collapse of time and space, which are fragments of the past and future of history. When you are lucky enough, in those lights and shadows, you can even see the own future.

That is to say, the mighty Medivh has no ability to predict, but when he is in Karazhan, he becomes one of the strongest prophets in Azeroth, and this situation will last until ten A few years later, Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, entered this world, and Velen, a man of God who could see the future with his eyes...

It is worth mentioning that the Velen Prophet is also the guy who has lived the longest in a mortal's life so far. He has lived for a full 25,000 years...

"Give me the key!"

Ms. Aegwynn shot towards Tyrion indifferently, and she looked at the death knight in front of her sternly:

"Khadgar gave you the key to the tomb, didn't he?"

Tyrion silently handed the crystal stone that was carried by the body to the female mage, who held it in her hand. In the corner of the dark and wind-shrouded path, she stretched out her hand and inlaid the irregular purple crystal stone in the On the iron door of the dark cellar in front of him, accompanied by the strange sound of chanting, the heavy iron door opened in response.

"It was a mistake that Medivh gave the key to Khadgar."

As he walked into the darkness, Aegwynn said: "That apprentice is not a reassuring character. He is too young, and his eyes are covered by justice and light. dark and filthy."

"But Medivh still chose him, which shows that Khadgar has enough reassuring qualities."

Tyrion followed Ms. Aegwynn into the spiraling cellar. He looked at the dark and mysterious reliefs around him, and said softly:

"Speaking of which, since Mr. Medivh's soul is free, don't you plan to resurrect your son? With the help of Mr. Nilas and the huge magic power contained in Karazhan, I don't think it is difficult things."

"What do you, a dead man, know?"

Ms. Aegwynn replied coldly: "Don't make wild guesses about a mage's thoughts, this is a dangerous thing!"

Facing this indifference, Tyrion remained silent, but just as the two walked into the depths of the tomb, Ms. Aegwynn suddenly sighed, and her expression became sad.

"Medivh didn't know that after his death, Nielas and I collected his bones. I was standing beside my son at that time, watching my blood-related relatives lying in the sarcophagus coldly. In my long life, I have never been so desperate. At the moment of his death, I suddenly realized that Medivh is not my chosen successor, he is not a guardian...he is my son! "

"He has my blood on him, he is my true treasure, and I... for the past nearly thousand years, I have been ignoring this, the guardian's great power blinded my eyes, until his death At that moment, the long sword pierced his body, and also pierced my heart... My son, I should have protected him. Compared with Nieras, I am such an unqualified mother... "

At this moment, Ms. Aegwynn was as fragile as an ordinary mother who had lost her son. That kind of sadness made Tyrion extremely silent. In Aegwynn, he saw the figure of his adoptive mother, General Liresa.

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

Ms. Aegwynn snapped her fingers, and the light in the tomb lit up at this moment. Her figure continued to move forward, but it looked so bleak.

"It's very simple. I don't want to resurrect him, because both Nilas and I know that the child is full of regrets about the world and his best friend at this time. Once he is resurrected, he will desperately atone for his sins, even if it is He would have sacrificed himself entirely, but he hadn't thought of his poor parents."

The lady took a deep breath:

"Nieras and I never cared if he became a hero or a bloody butcher. The life and death of this world, why should my son be sacrificed as the price? We only want Medivh to live! That's all!"

"But you can't stop him."

Tyrion shook his head: "A mage like Medivh, as long as he is willing, you can't stop him from sacrificing himself."

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

Ms. Aegwynn reached out and opened a door that looked dusty for a long time. Crazy dust surged out of it, and several figures came out of 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'm alive, no one can take my son away..."

"Kill them, Tyrion! What you want is in this storeroom!"

As soon as Aegwynn finished speaking, Tyrion pulled out the two long swords that were bursting with endless coldness. In front of his eyes were three knights in black armor, whose bodies were covered with dark power. Their limbs were weird. Distorted, they don't look like living people, but they are definitely not death knights. There is a larger dark force supporting their actions.

But this is not a blessing, but a curse!

"bang bang"

The sound of the impact of weapons resounded in the light and shadow. Tyrion knocked away the epee of the first knight who pounced on him. He turned sideways and stabbed the long sword into his body. The harsh death energy instantly roughened this martial skill The knight was frozen, he stretched out his hand, the dark red death energy wrapped around his palm, and then ruthlessly stuck to the chest of the second knight.

The corrosive energy corroded the solid black armor and the flesh inside, forming a big pit of flesh.

Tyrion's long sword was blocked by the third knight with a shield. He threw away the long sword and pulled out the epee behind his backhand. The 7 runes on the sword were beating. In the surge of dark power, this heavy And the sharp heavy sword cut off the heads of the two black-armored knights in front of him like a guillotine.

"bass"

The epee pierced the headless corpses of the two knights and nailed them to the wall.

Tyrion took a step back and shook off the rancid blood on his armor. He looked at the frost-covered battlefield in front of him. In less than 2 minutes, the battle was completely resolved.

"clap clap"

Behind him, Lady Aegwynn clapped her hands, undisguised admiration shining in her weary eyes.

"Sure enough, you are a killer who is dominated by death. This kind of crisp battle reminds me of those brave Arathor sword knights before they were divided... It seems that you have completely adapted to this terrifying way of killing .”

"That's nothing to admire, ma'am."

Tyrion moved his fingers, and he said softly:

"It's just killing people."

"Having said that, not everyone can defeat these cursed knights so easily."

Aegwynn didn't even look at the blood on the ground, she stepped into the storage room in front of her, and she said:

"These poor people were originally just a group of cunning businessmen. They used fake artifacts to pretend to be artifacts, trying to deceive my son. Unfortunately, when they met Medivh, he happened to be dominated by Sargeras, and the dark soul felt himself Humiliated, he casts a curse on these suicidal merchants to find him the true artifact."

"Their souls have been sucked into the shadow world, and their bodies are between half-life and half-death. They will not really die. They are looking for artifacts in the world in vain, trying to lift this curse. Unfortunately, they will never have a chance to be free. Sargeras has probably forgotten about this trivial matter...but no one in this world can undo the curse he cast down at will."

There was a hint of hidden fear in the voice of the mage lady:

"That kind of power is not something this world can resist, Tyrion, people in this world don't know what they are going to face, and those of us who know the truth, we do everything except despair No."

Tyrion didn't answer, and he walked into the darkness, surrounded by all kinds of possessions, from the most common gold coins to the most beautiful and shocking gems, these priceless treasures were thrown away like rubbish. In this cellar, these are all plundered by the black knights. They want to use this method to seek freedom, but unfortunately, they get nothing but despair.

"Fu"

Aegwynn bent down to blow away the dust from a long box placed on the stone platform, she took a step back and made a "please" gesture to Tyrion.

"Let's see your reward. You asked for the key from Khadgar for it, right?"

She looked into the eyes of the death knight, and she asked softly:

"Medivh is not curious about your speculation about fate, but I am curious, Tyrion, you were just an ordinary ranger before you were alive, but why did you suddenly become an all-knowing person after death? ? What kind of gift has death brought you? What impact will this terrifying gift have on this world?"

"boom"

Tyrion pressed his fingers on the wooden box in front of him, and he turned his head to look at Ms. Aegwynn. The latter stood in a ray of light in the cellar, looking mysterious and powerful. The death knight stood in the darkness, his cold face A playful smile appeared.

"You call it a 'gift'?"

"You think my death is a gift? No... ma'am, death allows me to peek into my destiny, the destiny of this world, and even your destiny...but it's not a gift, if you can! "

Tyrion blinked his eyes:

"If possible, I would rather be an ordinary elf ranger and spend my long 3,000 years of life peacefully with my lover... But you see, fate is a biao, it always likes to use this way to destroy everything."

"But since it has already done this, if I don't respond, if I don't rush up and grab its neck and slap it twice, wouldn't it make me look like a coward?"

He stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden box in front of him away, revealing the weapon inside. It was a two-handed epee with strange runes engraved on both sides of the sword, and its sharp blade protruded outwards. One stroke can tear the neck, and on the hilt of the sharp sword, there is a weird skull as decoration, which is not like a mortal skull, its two curved horns form the guard of the epee.

In the eye sockets of the skull, a dim light danced, as if the sharp blade was sleeping.

"Won't you introduce it to me, Ms. Aegwynn..."

Hearing Tyrion's request, Aigertext wanted to refuse, but thinking of the dark power contained in this weapon that almost killed her, she was a little afraid whether Tyrion could control it, so after a while, she talked about told the story about this sword.

"It's called the Apocalypse... an evil weapon forged by the Nathrezim demons, and once held by a dreadlord named Kassanatyr, thousands of years ago, human mages attempted to During the dangerous magic experiment, this weapon and its evil master were recruited, and the dreadlord used it to unleash a plague in Dalaran, almost destroying the magic capital."

"The guardian at that time was Alodi, my predecessor. He was a powerful and wise mage. He set a trap. On the eve of Dalaran's destruction, he defeated the dreadlord and captured took this magic sword."

Aegwynn watched Tyrion take out the magic sword from the velvet box, she took a step back subconsciously, seeing that Tyrion did not arouse the dark power of the magic sword, she breathed a sigh of relief, and talked about The story behind this sword.

"Alodi held the apocalypse, and the dark will in his heart was awakened, and those weird and cruel thoughts appeared in his mind. The tired guardian was almost captured by the will, and he swung his sword at his companions, but he finally Relying on himself to break free, he felt the horror of this magic sword, and he strongly demanded to destroy this sword..."

"But like the beginning of all nightmares, this sword was not destroyed. The short-sighted mages of the Tirisfal Council hoped to study it to gain greater power...they sealed it, and this sword was unwilling When the lonely magic sword appears again..."

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

"When it reappeared, it was used against me by the dirty mages of the Tirisfal Council... and I was only a little bit close to dying under this magic sword."

The stories about the Demon Sword Apocalypse and the dreaded Demon Lord Kassanatier can be found in the legends of mages and DK artifacts. After reading the two stories, you will know that this Nathrezim is really unlucky...