Chapter 43 12. Chase

As the gate of two distant planets in the stars, the opening of the Dark Gate is definitely not something that the orc warlock Gul'dan can do alone. In fact, this planet-level portal is two-way communication, that is to say, in When Gul'dan opened the portal, in Azeroth, there was another guy who was not weaker than him assisting him.

This person is Medivh Aegwynn.

Medivh has many titles. He is the most powerful astral mage in the mage world of Azeroth and the last guardian of civilization. Unfortunately, he died 2 years ago. He died in the hands of his best friend and his In the hands of the only apprentice.

His best friend is Anduin Lothar, the human marshal of this battle, and his only disciple is named Khadgar... yes, the guy who just escaped from Tyrion .

Medivh is a very complicated person, and he cannot be described simply by right or wrong. About his legendary story, I will talk about it in detail later. In short, after Medivh's death, the key to his mage tower Karazhan, which contains endless secrets, There is a 90% chance that they all fell into Khadgar's hands.

This is why Tyrion stayed in the Death Knights for several months before waiting for this war. He knew that Khadgar would play in this war. If he is going to enter Karazhan, this is what he can't miss Opportunity.

"boom"

The four corpses had just died, and there was not much death energy born in their bodies. Inspired by Tyrion, the resulting explosion swept away everything within a 5-meter radius of the two of them, disgusting flesh and bones, splashing Everywhere.

Standing in the explosion crater, Tyrion reached out and wiped away the flesh and blood on his shoulders. He reached out and stroked the black epee blade, and finally pinched a drop of blood on his fingertips. It was Kade Added blood.

He put it under his nose and sniffed it, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your blood is so unique, it will show me where you are, Khadgar, you can't run!"

"Glockush, don't kill! Come with me!"

Tyrion got on his horse, shouted the name of his apprentice and the only partner in his heart, manipulated the reins, and rushed out of the battlefield. The epee fell to the ground, and their blood was also drawn by Tyrion to replenish the death energy in his body.

Behind him, Glokush Black wielded a heavy steel scepter, and chased Tyrion like a crazy beast. Wherever he went, there was blood and blood.

The two easily broke through the human position, not to say that they were invincible. In fact, the war had re-entered the anxious stage at this time. The magic offensive launched by the human mage was resolved by the death knight. Humans and orcs had to Once again the frenzied hand-to-hand combat began.

In this case, no one would care about two guys trying to flee the battlefield.

On the other side, not far from the battlefield, in the forest leading to the Arathi Highlands, Khadgar rushed out of the broken space in a panic, his robe was covered with blood, he lay on the ground, The robe on the left arm was torn apart by the explosion, and the arm was already covered with hideous abrasions and frostbite.

"That's... what kind of monster is that!"

He reached out and wiped the stinky blood stains from the corner of his mouth. The pain in his body told him that during the battle just now, more than one plague-like thing had entered his body. His blood boiled strangely again.

"He's not like the other black knights..."

Khadgar in a complete state may not be weaker than Tyrion, or even stronger, but the problem is that releasing strategic magic makes him tired, and the death knight's attack method is too weird.

It's like an ancient hunter against a soldier with a shotgun. Maybe the two are comparable in strength, but you can't expect the ancient hunter to avoid the guns and bullets he saw for the first time.

As the only disciple of the astral mage Medivh, Khadgar is definitely not weak.

Another reason is that in his previous game career, Tyrion had fought against native mages more than once. For an academic mage like Khadgar who was born in a class and had little combat experience, Tyrion closed his eyes. You can tell how they fight with your eyes.

Of course, if it was Khadgar 20 years later, Tyrion would definitely hide as far away as possible. Khadgar, who had grown to the peak at that time, was just like a real monster.

"Snapped"

Khadgar supported his body with the staff in his hand. This black staff with engraved owl pendants and red ribbons was the guardian staff of his mentor Medivh. It was a powerful artifact, but The current Khadgar still can't get it to recognize him, and can't use his true power.

"Khadgar! Khadgar, are you alright?"

An old voice sounded from the communication rune carried by Khadgar. The mage picked up the rune and coughed:

"Master Anslem, I'm fine."

"Then come back quickly! The paladins of the Silver Hand helped us suppress the group of orc knights. We need to rearrange the magic circle and repel the damned orcs!"

"Yes! I will try my best to go back."

He forced himself to suppress the magic plague in his body with enormous magic power. In this way, the teleportation technique could not be used. He could only walk out of the forest quickly, trying to find the human stronghold closest to the battlefield.

And at the moment he rushed out of the forest, he happened to see a team rushing quickly from the Arathi Highlands. They looked like elf rangers who were delivering orders or supporting the battlefield. High Elf Farstrider is a combat system.

"Hey! Rangers, take me for a ride!"

Khadgar blessed himself with a loudspeaker spell, and he rushed towards the rangers, and the rangers on the Quel'dorei horses heard the call for help. Their leader, a man in the armor of the Farstrider, A blond ranger made a gesture, and the group stopped, watching Khadgar warily as he approached them.

"Human, who are you!"

Alleria looked up and down at the embarrassing human mage in front of her. His robe was covered with disgusting blood and minced flesh, and his face was old. He was about 50 years old, and his hair was all rotten, but those eyes But about the same as a young man.

"My name is Khadgar. I am from Dalaran. I was chased by an orc monster. Now I need to meet up with my companions. You are rangers supporting the battlefield, right?"

Khadgar said sincerely:

"Take me a ride!"

"Selente, take him!"

Alleria didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, she said indifferently to the ranger captain beside her:

"If there is a slight change, kill him!"

"Obey! Captain!"

This murderous order made Khadgar shrug his shoulders, but as a mage, he still knew these elves, and some of them were indeed not very human.

And less than 5 minutes after Khadgar and the rangers set off again, they were forced to stop again.

In front of them, on the road leading to the battlefield, two figures in black armor, a black helmet, and a black hood stood in their way.

The moment he saw Tyrion, Khadgar's eyes tightened. He swung his staff, but in an instant, a big ball of fire rushed towards Tyrion, but he was killed by the latter with his heavy sword. Chopped.

But Tyrion's eyes did not fall on Khadgar. On the contrary, under the black helmet, the ice blue eyes stared at the leader of the rangers, the golden hair on his face and arms. Women with blue battle stripes.

"Aurelia..."

Tyrion whispered her name in a voice that only he could hear. This sudden appearance of an old person caused his cold thoughts to fluctuate for a moment, but in the next second, his eyes became cold.

In the flames of the chopped fireball, Tyrion pointed his heavy sword at Khadgar, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Put down that human mage, Windrunner...I don't belong to the tribe, and I don't intend to be your enemy!"

"monster!"

Khadgar jumped off the ranger Celent's horse. He stood in front of the ranger with his staff in his hand, and he shouted loudly:

"This monster followed the Horde's dark knights and slaughtered our mages. Don't listen to him, he's a lackey of the orcs!"

Hearing this, Alleria pulled out the war bow behind her backhand. This action was like an order from the rangers. The next moment, more than 40 bows and arrows sealed all the dodging space of Tyrion and Glokush.

And just before Alleria's sharp arrow was shot, the dark knight who covered his face suddenly said:

"Windrunner, do you want to know the final whereabouts of Tyrion Dawnblade?"

"Um?"

Alleria's movements stopped at this moment, her eyes fixed on the black knight in front of her, and she could feel that kind of dark and gloomy gaze staying on her for a moment.

"Give me that mage, and I'll tell you where Tyrion is!"

Windrunner's expression changed at this moment, but in the end, her eyes turned cold.

"Sorry, but he's dead!"

"whoosh"

The sharp arrows stabbed towards Tyrion, and the next moment, the flying arrow rain surrounded Tyrion and Glokush, but the sharp arrows pierced their bodies, but there was no way to stop them from moving. Ang steered his steed toward the rangers, with Glokush at his heels.

"Black Hand, kill those rangers! That woman and the ranger captain... Leave it to me!"

"Tyrion, don't be soft, or...you will die!"

Grokush felt the hesitation of his companions, and he warned Tyrion in his mind. The steel scepter in his hand was beating with the luster of frost and blood runes, and a thick layer of death magic shield appeared in front of him. Just like a heavy chariot, it rushed towards the scattered rangers.

On the other side, under the siege of Alleria, Khadgar and Serente, Tyrion was also caught in a fierce battle.

"Monster! Go to hell!"

"boom"

Alleria and Serent blocked Tyrion's charge with knives and sharp arrows, buying time for Khadgar to cast the spell, and the free mage finally unleashed the terrifying firepower that a mage should have.

In just an instant, three flying fireballs rushed towards Tyrion roaring. The latter swung his epee to block the sharp arrows shot by Alleria, and stretched out his hand to catch the rushing Sertron with his death grip. Throwing it aside, when he turned his head, the three big fireballs could no longer escape.

"boom"

Tyrion, who was riding on a horse, was hit head-on by three fireballs. Both he and his horse were sent flying by the violent explosion. His body rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment. Stand up from the ground.

He lowered his head, his horse, which he had resurrected by himself, had already been torn apart by the explosion, and his dark cloak was also scorched, and even some of the carefully protected hair was burnt.

This made Tyrion feel an unbearable rage in his heart. Death has taken away many things from him, and everything left behind is the most precious treasure to him.

"whoosh"

The whistling arrow pierced towards his head, trying to pierce the dark monster's skull.

"click"

Tyrion raised his hand, and within a hair's breadth, the sharp arrow was firmly held in his palm, and it was broken in the next second.

His appearance was a bit embarrassed, but at this moment, he tilted his head and looked at Celent who was rushing towards him, and Khadgar who was hiding behind Alleria to hide his spells. It belonged to the anger of death, the kind of suppressed Yes, the hatred for the living finally exploded in his heart.

He let go of the hilt of the epee in his hand, opened his hands, and the scarlet blood rune exploded in his palm.

"Your blood... belongs to me!"

A hoarse voice sounded like a spell.

The forward ranger Serente's imposing charge disappeared in an instant, the whole person rolled on the ground, the war halberd fell to the side, and the dark red blood spurted out along the cut wound on his arm, and Behind Alleria, the destructive magic that Khadgar had chanted to the end was abruptly interrupted by the sudden burst of pain in his body.

The pale mage opened his mouth, and a stream of boiling blood spurted out from his mouth. The interrupted magic chant caused the gathered magic power to explode, and at this moment, the mage's body was thrown several meters away.

Two different streams of blood converged into blood cells in front of Tyrion's eyes, and then quickly turned into blood mist, and was finally sucked into Tyrion's mouth. With the replenishment of blood, the death energy in his body was quickly replenished. Looking at his injured body, he also received some healing.

"Well"

He opened his arms and let out a contented groan.

"Vampire blood...how delicious!"

Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood splattered on his neck, his hungry and crazy eyes fell on Aurelia, he stretched out his fingers, and said softly:

"Leave! Windrunner, think about the lives of your subordinates, this is your last chance to turn around..."