Chapter 747

The top of Karazhan's Mage Tower, this is a space overlapping, the rules of the world are torn, and it leads directly to the chaotic zone of the astral world. This was the starting point for the astral mage Medivh to travel among the stars. After Medivh left this world , this area with chaotic spatial rules was put on hold.

When Khadgar was in charge of Karazhan, it was used for various dangerous magic experiments, but now the second Grand Lich, Anastarian Sunstrider, prefers to live in Lordaeron in the inaccessible northern border. Therefore, the space on the upper floor of Karazhan was put on hold again, but recently, this unpopulated area has ushered in a new owner.

The two "Space and Strategic Research Consultants" of the Dark Blade Legion took a huge research team and took root here to study the star portal for the Dark Blade Legion. According to the request of the great lord Tyrion, this kind of star The portal must be able to accurately send a certain army from Azeroth to a certain coordinate among the stars. People with a discerning eye can see it at a glance. This is clearly the starting point of Dark Blade's "big universe conquest plan".

Considering that it will take many years for the engineering craftsmen of the Dark Blade Legion to develop a spaceship that can fly into the stars, it is not surprising that the High Lord focuses on magic to explore the stars, but what is more curious It was these two consultants "hired" by Tyrion himself. Although they looked like two ordinary Draenei death knights, a man and a woman, they occasionally communicated in a strange language.

The Syndra space science magicians who were in charge of helping them could easily tell...that was the language of demons.

"The 24th test of the star portal, the countdown... 3, 2, 1!"

"boom"

The blue pure arcane energy was extracted from various nodes of the Karazhan Mage Tower, and transported by six blue energy conduits, it was gathered at an extremely complex and extremely large portal on the upper floor of the Mage Tower. In the phalanx, under the gaze of more than 40 Sindra mages, the blue energy continued to extend under the fixed portal frame made of mithril mixed with fine gold, like an invisible hand outlining the space. Created a complex and beautiful energy network.

The miniature energy transmitters with well-designed angles were constantly fine-tuned to make the net more and more dense. After nearly 10 seconds of spreading, a portal that rippling like blue water waves appeared in the In the eyes of the mages, they can see with their naked eyes that behind the energy of the water waves, there is a beautiful scene of stars reflected.

"Success!"

A group of Syndra elves who are always smiling and silent can hardly restrain their inner excitement. Several young people even hugged each other. For a while, the whole laboratory was full of laughter. Seconds later, a group of shocking blue sparks appeared on the steel-framed portal frame, and spread to the entire magic circle in less than 2 seconds, and then...

"boom"

An earth-shattering explosion shattered the expensive portal frame and the teleportation runes on the ground, and a huge energy wave poured into the laboratory, immediately triggering 17 defensive magic circles inside the laboratory, rising layer by layer. In the chaotic flash of the magic light curtain that sprang up and broke, those mages who were caught off guard were knocked down by the energy wave, and the precision instruments behind them sparked brighter sparks in the turbulent energy.

But this energy wave came and went quickly. In less than 5 seconds, the whole laboratory returned to normal, but the scene was like a village after a natural disaster, with flying paper scraps and unpleasant smells everywhere. , One by one, the mages rubbed their chests or got up from the ground. Fortunately, the defensive circle in the laboratory was strong enough. Except for one unlucky guy whose head fell on the experimental table and caused a coma, no one else was seriously injured. s damage.

"Okay, okay!"

The draenei death knight wearing mage robes clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention on him. Mr. Malzak, the special advisor of the Dark Blade Legion, coughed lightly, and then said to his helpers:

"Don't be discouraged, friends, the portal has been successfully opened, which shows that our research idea is correct, the only thing to do now is to extend its duration, I believe this will not be difficult for you...Okay , now clean up the lab, look at this damn place, it's as messy as a garbage dump."

"Forget it, I'll give you a break today, and come here tomorrow morning to continue your research...don't be late!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Malzak waved his hand, and the Syndra researchers quickly left the laboratory. After they all left, another voice sounded from a corner of the laboratory:

"Playing games with these idiots, you seem to enjoy it, Malzac... You know that there are at least 13 runes used wrongly in this star portal, why don't you tell them directly?"

Malzac turned his head and saw Hasabel, who was sitting on a chair, drinking blood wine boredly, another leader of this laboratory, the former guardian of the Argus portal who was transformed into a German in the Realm of Death. A Lainee death knight, the fel energy was completely removed from her body, turning her from an ambitious demon lord back into a pure eredar, or in this world, a draenei.

In the process of eliminating this kind of energy, it seems that even her inner greed and tyranny were also eliminated. Now Hasabel looks like a pure young woman with a hoof girl, and she is still very salty and lazy. .

"I can't just tell them where the mistake is, my Hasabel, they have to find it themselves."

Malzak walked to his companion, stretched out his hand, stroked Hasabel's smooth cheek, and said in a low voice:

"This is the request of the great lord. Don't care about wasting money or time. The technology of Star Teleportation must be learned and mastered by the magicians of the Dark Blade Legion from scratch. The knowledge of others will always be What belongs to others, only what you understand belongs to you... That great lord is a very smart person."

"I don't think it makes sense."

Hasabel opened Malzak's finger that was trying to penetrate her clothes, and she glanced at Malzak viciously:

"Watch your hands, or I'll sue you for harassing me...Federal law protects women, you bastard! Don't use the Legion's tricks here!"

"Alright alright."

Malzak shrugged, he said to Hasabel while packing up the research data in the laboratory:

"Would you like to go to the Twilight Federation's tavern for a drink after get off work? Please... Also, I just got a message today. Do you still remember the dreadlord Balnazar who was captured with you?"

"Um?"

Hasabel raised his head when he heard the words, and then saw a mocking smile on the corner of Malzak's mouth:

"I heard that idiot escaped..."

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The dreadlord Balnazzar, wearing a dirty cloak, is now the incarnation of an ordinary human beggar, huddled in the cabin of a merchant ship from Menethil Harbor in the Wetlands to Kul Tiras inside.

It will divert at the port of Boralus in Kul Tiras, take some smugglers to the Broken Isles, and join its rogue brethren.

This was a good way to deceive others, but the problem was that Bannazar, whose mind was in a mess, had no idea how he got on this ship.

It is like a real weak human being, hiding in the dark corner of the cabin, curled up on the damp straw mat, under the cloak, there is a sensitive and nervous light in the pair of dark eyes, it is Like a frightened beast, any noise in the darkness would attract Bannazar's attention.

Like a mental patient about to be crushed by the pressure.

Of course, Balnazar's pressure didn't just come from his chaotic mind, but also from the thing tightly held in his arms.

With the light of the dim oil lamp in the cabin, after confirming that there was no one around, Balnazar secretly took out the things wrapped in rags from his arms, put them in front of his eyes, and spread them out.

Those were two strange stones shining with a faint blue halo, like some kind of beautiful rhinestones. The Dread Demon King reached out and picked up one. The moment his fingers touched the stones, there was a touch of extreme pain, as if Like a needle prick, it burst out from its fingertips, causing a trace of pain to flash across Balnazar's pale face, but it didn't put the stone down, it put it in front of its eyes, and in the dim light, it In the broken stone, you can see the energy tide floating like a sea tide.

Sniff carefully, on this broken stone, you can still smell the smell of the sea...

"Tidestone..."

Bannazar endured the pain from his fingertips. He used the dirty but very special fabric to hug the fragments of the tide stone again, and put it in his arms. His dark eyes A trace of strangeness and surprise flashed across it. It hugged its head tightly and frantically recalled it, but it was as if a piece of memory had been abruptly cut off in its mind, and there was only an unbearable blankness left there.

"How could this thing be in my hands? I clearly remember... I was... I was caught!"

The last picture that echoed in its mind was that when it saw Tyrion, the Dark Blade Lord, on the battlefield of Azsuna, it subconsciously turned and ran away, but the black bat it transformed into was captured by those roaring lords. The terrifying god of death surrounded them, killing them one by one, and then it knelt down in front of the great lord in extreme pain, and then its memory was dark, as if it had skipped an important memory, and so on. When it woke up again, it had already appeared on this damn ship.

There are still two fragments of ancient artifacts in his arms...

"How could I forget...damn, what the hell did I forget?"

Balnazar grabbed his hair violently, as if he was asking himself a question. The next second, his sensitive and nervous expression suddenly calmed down, as if another soul dominated his body. That The soul said in a low voice:

"Idiot! It's not that you can't remember that humiliating memory, you're trying to make yourself forget it... because it was too painful and humiliating."

The moment this voice appeared, Balnazar's expression became panicked and nervous again, as if a schizophrenic patient was performing a "double reed".

"You! Who are you! Who's talking? You're in my soul? Get out! Get out! Do you hear me!"

"Don't be stupid, Balnazar, who am I? Haha, am I not another you? During that crazy time of being tortured and humiliated by the undead, your poor self-esteem can't bear that tortured, and "I" was born, I am another you, another poor creature who suffers in your place... Do you want to see what you have experienced in the past? OK! I will let you see!"

Accompanied by this deep and indifferent voice, one picture after another emerged in Balnazar's mind, quickly filling up the missing memory.

In those pictures, it, as the noble dread demon lord, was tortured by those undead with all kinds of horrible punishments, not only torturing the body, but also torturing its soul.

It saw itself being thrown into the hell of thousands of evil spirits, its soul was torn into a thousand pieces by madness, and then healed piece by piece by those lunatic undead.

It saw itself bound up in the magma of the Doomsday Volcano, bitten by the giant beasts summoned by the undead, the terrible pain made the current Banazal tremble, as if recalling the extreme pain.

It also saw his soul pulled out of his body, put into the body of a woman, and sent to those nasty whorehouses, where those disgusting quilboar...

"Enough! Enough!"

Bannazar screamed and hugged his head. He shook his head frantically, trying to shake those unsightly and crazy memories out of his mind, and that calm, almost indifferent voice also sounded in his mind:

"Do you believe it now? Fragile and poor bastard... This kind of humiliation and torture made you collapse. For ten days and nights, I supported your soul from collapsing, and it was I who controlled your body to bring you from Saved from that hell!"

As soon as the words fell, another picture emerged in Banazar's mind. It was the picture of the scarred and vigorously killed more than a dozen death lords guarding the cage, and then escaped from Dark Blade's stronghold. That kind of ferocious wolf-like, crazy devil-like posture made Banazar, who was exhausted at this time, couldn't help nodding... This is the self it remembers, and this is the real self... .A lone hero among demons! Heroes of the Nathrezim!

"There are 5 fragments of the Tidal Stone, but unfortunately, we only got 2 back... We need to find a way, Balnazar, the other me, we have to come up with an excuse, otherwise the group of jealous Our bastards are going to put us on a bloody charge, banish us from Azeroth, and take credit for what we gave it all for!"

The voice chattered endlessly in Balnazar's ear, persuasively:

"We have to keep our secrets, you can't let other people know that you have a meltdown, it's so embarrassing ... it will damage your image."

"etc!"

Balnazar suddenly screamed:

"How do I know if you're real? How do I know if you're the spy that devilish Tyrion planted in my soul?"

This question silenced the deep voice, and after a while, it said helplessly:

"Poor little cutie, the long blows have already made you unconscious... You are a nathrezim, a demon with soul and body, and the control of soul is the most powerful in the entire legion. Am I another A you, yourself...can't you tell the difference? Don't you just not believe in yourself?"

"..."