Chapter 94 27. The Last Night of the Tomb of Sargeras

Human female mage Magna Aegwynn, this is a character who was active in the 800s.

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

It is a secret organization that gathers the most powerful and knowledgeable mages of human beings. The original intention of its establishment is to deal with the extraterritorial creatures and internal threats caused by the almost unbridled and dangerous magical experiments of mages thousands of years ago. .

Magic is a dangerous thing that can easily cause all kinds of troubles, and most of the original human mages were rebellious and disobedient. Under such circumstances, the Council of Tirisfal decided to "create" a The "Guardian" with a strong deterrent force suppresses those presumptuous mages while responding to threats.

They gathered all the magic power on a talented mage through the secret spells taught by the high elves, making him extremely powerful, and the original guardians were modest gentlemen. Every few hundred years, they According to the tradition, they will hand over the huge magic power to the successor until the appearance of Aegwynn.

This female mage has a very troublesome and suspicious character, and she was safe for the first few hundred years, but she soon realized that the Tirisfal Council was using the guardian's deterrence to spread its influence to every human kingdom. And there is suspicion of manipulating the politics between the kingdoms, which makes Aegwynn very dissatisfied.

And at this juncture, she fought against the incarnation of the Dark Titan trying to invade the world on the distant Northrend continent. Although she won in the end, the soul of the Dark Titan lived in the depths of Aegwynn's soul. Dark forces affected her, and eventually, Aegwynn made a rash decision.

With the huge magical power of the guardian passed down from generation to generation, she escaped from the control of the Tirisfal Council and used her own way to protect the world. As for her son, the more legendary last guardian Medivh Elam, that is Another story.

In short, Aegwynn is the guardian of the most messy life in the mage world, but the facts have proved that Aegwynn's decision back then was not completely wrong. In the past hundreds of years of division of the human world and conflicts between kingdoms, Tiris The roles played by the law council and mages are actually not glorious...

It was because of Aegwynn's leaving without saying goodbye that the mages' ambition to control the world was completely dispelled.

"What did you say!"

Aegwynn's magic projection seemed to be irritated by Tyrion's arrogant words. Her voice became more ruthless, and the power entrenched inside the temple became more dangerous. It began to spin chaotically.

It seemed that the next moment, this powerful guardian would activate this incomparable magic power, and completely blast Tyrion, who provoked her, into scum.

And that irritable magic power also made the death knights grip their weapons nervously again. This kind of scene where they can't even counterattack is really very powerless.

But in the face of this threat, Tyrion didn't change his face. He really wasn't afraid of the magic projection in front of him. He knew her details very well. This is the advantage brought by knowing the future history. confidence.

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

The death knight flicked his fingers and lowered his voice:

"Perhaps after I leave here, I should visit you in Dustwallow Marsh, Ms. Magna, I am very clear about your actions in Karazhan in recent years. No one in this world understands you better than me." It's a bad situation, and I don't want to expose it..."

Tyrion coughed lightly, straightened his body, looked at Aegwynn's magic projection, and whispered:

"Let us preserve our decency and dignity to the last, Ms. Aegwynn."

"Forcibly killing me at the price of breaking the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras will not bring you any benefits, and I have no intention of becoming your opponent... As for the Eye of Sargeras and the scepter, if you If you survive until then, 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 around and strode out of the last shadow of the tomb of Sargeras. Behind him, the death knights were a little uneasy, but seeing Tyrion leave, they followed behind Tyrion, quickly Disappeared in this broken land.

Aegwynn's magic projection stared fixedly at Tyrion's back, but in the end, she sighed, and with a wave of her finger, the heavy stone door of the Tomb of Sargeras was slowly closed. The next moment, this The tomb that was summoned by Gul'dan from the bottom of the sea sank silently under the sea again.

The surrounding sea water was squeezed to both sides by the huge magic power, and the reversed sea water merged into huge waves, slapping mercilessly on the broken ground covered with blood, after the tide subsided, everything around was reshaped, blood, Death, all gone... as if these things never existed.

The night of this broken island came very quickly. When the death knights came to the beach, the light of stars had already appeared in the night sky above their heads. Tyrion originally planned to leave the island immediately, but seeing Gloku Due to the weird atmosphere between Shi and Red Blackhand, he gave the order after thinking for a moment.

"Camp here...we'll rest for the night before leaving!"

Hearing this order, the orc death knight's eyes flashed with relief. He glanced gratefully at Tyrion, who nodded to him. The tall orc stood up, walked to the other side of the island indifferently, and sat down. Red Blackhand at the side hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wooden box containing Gul'dan's heart, and followed.

Before leaving, Red turned his head and glanced at Tyrion, he whispered:

"Thank you, Death Knight."

Tyrion didn't look up at all, as if he didn't hear it at all.

After Red's figure disappeared from the meeting, he reached out and stroked Moonpaw's head. Although the ghost owl had already died, its special experience kept its body intact, and every feather was neatly organized by it. Supple, the ectoplasmic feathers are very smooth to the touch, and there is a kind of refreshing coldness, and this guy is very psychic and has his own wisdom.

For the dead, this is definitely the best pet.

"Nasa... let's go."

Tyrion looked at the burning bonfire in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Go and bid farewell to your companions and your past. Next, you will embark on a road that the living cannot walk."

"Mistress will kill you!"

Nasa, who was hiding in the shadows, gritted her teeth and said, "You can't dodge the blade she swings in the shadows!"

"No! I don't believe she will!"

Tyrion reached out to take the flagon from Celent, and said softly:

"Kill me, and you will die too. Can Ms. Maiev be so cruel? I doubt...after all, you are her most trusted subordinate, and she is your spiritual support and...you are the most loyal spiritual mate, isn't it?"

"Shut up! You monster!"

This description with a hint of taboo made Nasa, who was hiding in the dark, blush with shame, but what the vulgar Tyrion said may have some truth. Thousands of years of guarding career, the relationship between the ladies who guarded each other Isn't it normal and a completely acceptable fact that there are some relationships that go beyond friendship and spiritual companionship?

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

"Go, Nasa, don't forget to say goodbye to Ms. Maiev for me, and remind her to be careful of those dangerous prisoners she guards!"

The darkness behind him was as calm as usual, but the shadow guarding there had disappeared.

Tyrion picked up the flagon, felt the cold liquid run down his throat, and stared directly at the campfire in front of him.

Amidst the beating of the flames, a beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes. The death knight shook his head fiercely, as if he wanted to throw this chaotic memory out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the figure was still stubborn. His eyes became clearer.

"Life and death are endless. In this world, life is born and dies every second, no matter when I am still alive or after I die. My death is like my life. So far, no one has given To make any difference in the world..."

Tyrion's voice sounded in his heart. On this quiet night, he seemed to use this method to talk to himself and his past memories.

"But that's not the reason why I walk on the earth and still wield weapons after death. My emotions, joy, anger, despair, hope, all of them leave me little by little after I die...O Lelia, can you understand?"

Tyrion reached out and took a sip of the drink, feeling nothing at all, but as Glokush said, sometimes, just knowing you're drinking is enough.

"Gul'dan used his methods to allow me to avoid death, but in exchange for a part of my existence..."

The death knight's cold eyes became blurred little by little. When the figure in front of him turned around in his memory, and when he saw the iconic blond hair and the blue battle pattern on his face, he muttered to himself, In a voice only you can hear, whisper:

"I should have been angry about it, but unfortunately, it's too artificial for me now...I miss you so much...I'm so...lonely..."

While Tyrion tossed and turned in his buried memory, on the other side of the island, Glokush stood on a rock, looking out into the distance at the encampment of the orcs of the Blacktoothed Grinling clan that survived the battle. And the bonfire, in the cold wind of the night, he pointed his finger in that direction.

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

Behind him, the orc warlord Red Black was holding a wooden box, and his eyes were fixed on the strange but familiar orc death knight in front of him. After a while, he said in a trembling voice:

"It's you! Father! It's you, isn't it?"

He took two steps forward, grabbed Glokush's icy wrist tightly, and said in a pleading voice:

"Tell me, this dead body carries a soul named Blackhand! Tell me! Please!"

Glokush looked back at the longing in Red's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and pulled Red's fingers off his wrist. He reached out and stroked his son's cheek, just like when he died 2 years ago That way, little has changed.

Red was already a brave enough and qualified leader.

"Don't call me father, son."

The always silent orc death knight tried his best to calm his restless soul, but his voice was still trembling:

"I'm already dead, I should leave your life and Maim's life, death is like a line, separating you and me on both sides of fate, in fact, I feel very much for Talon Gorefiend, If it wasn't for his call-up on a whim, I might have fallen into the abyss of death with all my regrets."

A difficult and ugly smile appeared on Glokush's cold cheeks. He could no longer shed tears. He moved his cold fingers away from Reid's face, just like a father's entrustment to his son, he stretched out his hand and patted Red's shoulder.

"This is the last time I will protect you, son, you have grown up, you have to go on your own in the future! I am sorry for my indifference to you and Maim, but those words hidden deep in my soul, I I can't say enough... I am satisfied to see you all again."

"I have to thank Tyrion, he gave me the opportunity to make amends."

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

Red's eyes were already full of tears. The orc warlord was like a child, weeping in the dark night. He grabbed Glokush's hand and whispered:

"Come back, come back and continue to command the Blackstone tribe! Orgrim is not worthy to rule us!"

"No!"

Glokush refused. He took a rare deep breath. Although the dead no longer needed to breathe, he looked at his son and said softly:

"My fate has been diverted, Red, the future of Blackstone has fallen on your shoulders and Maim, don't tell your brother about my current situation, he is not as strong as you, boy, go on bravely Go on, let Heishi be proud of you, let me be proud of you..."

"I should go, goodbye, Chief Blackhand."

Glokush's figure finally disappeared into the night. Reid Blackhand stood in the cold wind. He looked at the direction his father left. He wiped away his tears, raised his fist, and thumped his chest hard twice. Down, then turned and walked towards the camp of the orcs.

"Goodbye... Chieftain Blackhand."

It's like a soldier's farewell... not so much weakness, and no tears, just sincere blessings.

If you are destined not to meet again, then I wish you... die without regret.

There are only two Skulls of Gul'dan. The second one is the head of Terongol, which is barely 0.7 Skulls of Gul'dan. In fact, if the elder brother of the ancient god cooperates, 30 Gul'dan heads will be spawned. In fact, the head can also ~