Azeroth’s Death Track

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The tone of King Thoras revealed an undisguised impatience.

This is easy to understand. After Danas returned from the world of Draenor, he has become the most famous legendary hero of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, and the most reliant general of the old king. Any country with a complete system is not He would let his general be questioned rudely by outsiders.

If it wasn’t too much for this incident, and it was too extensive, he wouldn’t let General Darnas come to Lordaeron to conduct such a “question”.

Since the end of the orc war, King Thoras’s body has been deteriorating, and now he has to use a scepter to advance. His white hair and pale cheeks represent that this once warrior king has reached the twilight years. He is King Terenas's peers, maybe in a few years, he will leave this world.

In this case, no one in the alliance is willing to risk the anger of Thoras and ask a few meaningless questions, except... the wizards who have not always respected the kingship.

"Cough, General Darnas, the last question."

The representative of Dalaran came to Archmage Antonidas. This old mage had almost the same status as the king in Dalaran, but at this time, he was not asking questions, but a younger, more aggressive look. Archmage.

Archmage Vargus, an excellent native caster of Dalaran, is over 40 years old this year, but in the profession of mage, he is a proper young man, at least much younger than Antonidas, you have to know As the leader of Dalaran, Antonidas is about to celebrate his 60th birthday... and this age is not old in the Archmage community.

In short, Archmage Vargas, who was wearing a decent purple robe, stood up, with a touch of alienation in a respect, looking at the equally impatient Darnas Torbain, he was quiet Say:

"About Archmage Khadgar..."

"I don't know about Khadgar's questions, and I don't want to answer them!"

Archmage Vargus had not finished speaking, but was interrupted by the general directly. He stood up from the chair and patted the dust that did not exist on his body. He said indifferently:

"Kadgar told me that it was his own choice. If you have any questions about his choice, you can go to Draenor to ask him yourself! In addition, when I left, he asked me to tell the master of Dalaran Let’s stop researching and using the magic of the Warlock as quickly as possible..."

Danas' voice became deeper:

"I also think this is necessary."

This kind of impolite answer made Archmage Vargus' face look ugly. After a moment, he responded indifferently:

"Thank you for your "reminder", General, we will find a way to contact Khadgar. In addition, as a professional, I don't think that the masters study what needs to report to the generals of other countries. This is Dalaran's freedom! "

"free?"

Danus made a loud laugh of unabashed sarcasm: "Then you should probably go to Draenor in person, my Master, to see what the orcs abused the magic of the Warlock to destroy the world. , Your freedom is based on a threat to the world! Do I need to remind you again!"

The general lowered his head like a beast with a grin:

"It's not just the Master who lives in this world...why should we take risks for your dangerous tests?"

This question made Archmage Vargus completely speechless. The mages are some guys who specialize in research, and there are very few individuals with clever tongues, and the mage is sullen and wants to refute, but Antonidas, who was sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and forced it into the chair.

The old mage gently smiled at some angry General Darnas, Antonidas said softly:

"Dalaran heard your call, General, we will consider these... rest assured, this is not perfunctory!"

This decent answer made the kings frowning around because of the incorrect thinking of Master Vags calm down. After confirming that there were no other questions, King Thoras stood up angrily and waved to Danas :

"Come with me, my nephew Danas, take me this old man home! There is no scolding and doubt in the Torbain family, everyone is waiting for the hero to return to the country."

This sentence very clearly expressed the dissatisfaction of King Thoras. Behind him, the equally gray-haired King Terenas wanted to say something, but in the end remained silent.

General Darnas moved the old king, that is, the arm of his uncle in the distance, and his relationship with King Thoras was actually very general, but at least in this case, the old king chose to support He, this is enough.

And just as the two Torbain walked out of the court, a gentle voice rang behind them:

"Sorry, Your Majesty Thoras and General Danas, I want to delay you for a few minutes."

Danus turned his head, and a high elf mage wearing a fiery red robe came into view, and the latter looked at them with a serious look and said softly:

"I am Archmage Lannacel of Quel'Thalas. I came here on behalf of His Royal Highness Kael'thas. The prince wants to know the truth about things that are not very suitable for the "big public"."

General Danas's face changed a bit, and after a moment, he sighed with difficulty:

"Okay, you have 10 minutes..."

His eyes were fixed on Lana Thrall’s green eyes, and he lowered his voice:

"Before asking a question, I have to tell you, don’t ask me about Tyrion’s thoughts...I can’t guess what the monster is thinking, but look at the world of Draenor at this time according to Azeroth’s standards. Civilization... Then you should call Terion. The Blade of Dawn is "His Majesty."

This obscure answer made Lanna Sur raise her eyebrows, and she began to understand why Prince Kael'thas wanted to go it alone and whimsically wanted to get closer to the dead man Tyrion... the power of that guy It seems to be much stronger than everyone thinks.

Of course, this also proves how accurate Prince Kael's vision of seeing people and predicting things is.

While Danas and Ms. Lannasel were discussing about Draenor and Tyrion, in the world of Draenor, the protagonists discussed by various forces were busy with another thing.

At this time, in the hall of the dark temple of the floating fortress above the endless sea of ​​the world of Draenor, Tyrion was talking to his cousin.

But the posture of the two was a little weird. Tyrion in a black robe stood on the edge of the hall. In front of him was a black iron cast cage. Myra Dawnblade sat cross-legged in the cage.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Tyrion is torturing his cousin, it’s just a necessary stage of an experiment.

"how do you feel today?"

Tyrion stared at Myra's dull face. As another heir to the Dawnblade family, Myra had the same blue eyes as Tyrion, which seemed to be a proof of the blood of the Dawnblade.

Tyrion's question made Myra raise his head. His thoughts seemed to become dull in the long detention. After a few seconds, Myra shook his head vigorously before saying in a dry, hoarse voice:

"Not very good, it feels terrible. As soon as I close my eyes, I can hear the roar of greed and hunger in my bones. It is forcing me to find new, sufficient, pure magic... "

"Magic addiction, no doubt."

There was a cold light in Tyrion's eyes, and he said to his cousin in a calm voice:

"Obviously, the curse of magic addiction flows through you and my blood. In the air where Quel'Thalas is full of magic and even beyond the standard in his eyes, the body of the high elves has been completely transformed... The magic addiction is proof that I have grown up Before, fighting as a ranger and never practicing magic. Even so, after death, the addiction flowing in the bloodline still swallowed me."

"Myra, you grew up studying the orthodox magician's line of Dawn Blade from an early age. You have manipulated magic and learned magic from elementary school. Your addiction will only be more serious than mine."

"Listening to what you mean, is this a good thing?"

Myra Dawnblade looked up, looked at Tyrion, and looked at his cousin, he tried to find a trace of concern in those ice blue eyes, but he was disappointed, and the calm in his eyes made him There is an illusion.

Tyrion seemed to be no different from looking at the other dead people.

"Of course it's a good thing!"

Tyrion seemed to feel what his cousin thought. He stepped forward, squatted down, put his cold hand into the cage, put it on Myra’s shoulder, and patted dryly as a Kind of encouragement.

"The stronger the addiction, the stronger your chances of becoming a Rhine between life and death, and once you become a Rhine, your manipulation of blood is very likely...no, not possible, you will definitely Beyond me and become the strongest Salin, my brother, you see, death loves you so much!"

Tyrion’s voice was full of expectant emotions, but Myra Dawnblade, who was the party, only looked at his relatives left in front of him quietly. After a while, he said:

"I didn't make this decision for your career, Tyrion, although this may affect your authority, but...I did it purely for Lumi."

This refutation did not change the death knight's expression, or even his eyes. He tilted his head and asked with some doubt:

"Is this any different? You see, no matter what you are for, the result is the same!"

Tyrion stood up and said to his cousin:

"We dead people have very few demands, no matter what you think in your heart, Myra, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you prove that you are on our side with action, which is enough."

"Of course, I have to thank Luminas...thank her for sending my loved ones to me."

Tyrion flicked his finger and took a blue magic gem from the storage ring and placed it on the ground in front of Myra. He whispered:

"Magic addiction is a kind of torture, especially after you leave Quel'Thalas and give up the Holy Light, you lose the energy supplement, your body becomes hungry, and with your talent for magic, that terrible The addiction will completely change you in a very short time, remember what I said, Myra..."

"Before your will completely collapses, when you feel the pain is unbearable, smoking a bit of pure magic will make you more comfortable, but this is to drink thirst to quench your thirst. The more you suck, the more you are from the end of life. near."

"The soul is the most important!"

The death knight increased his tone:

"Don’t let it get lost in the abyss of hunger for magic, keep it up, stick to the limit you can stick to, and then I will give you a complete relief... At that time, you can be with Luminas forever Together, this is for your love! My brave and stupid brother."

"Ok"

Myra nodded heavily, and the torture of the addiction that Tyrion said he had felt very clearly in the past few days, the kind of itch that could not be relieved in the bone, like hundreds of insects in the bone Crawl, the most terrible torture, if the will is not firm enough, it is estimated that the first wave of torture in the outbreak of magic addiction will eventually completely lose the sense.

Myra tried hard not to think about the consequences of the complete collapse of reason, but if you think about it with your ass, it must be much worse than becoming Saarin!

"One more thing."

When Tyrion raised his head this time, his expression was slightly subtle. He looked around and lowered his voice, asking:

"Death is not without impact on me, Myra, this is a secret that only a few people know. A lot of fragments of memory have disappeared from my mind, so I hope you can tell me...Like a long tradition like us, even in the bones How many magic families are in Quel'Thalas with magic blood flowing and manipulated by terrible magic addiction?"

"You forgot this?"

Myra Dawnblade frowned, looking at the innocent Tyrion. Eventually, he shook his head:

"Many, high elves have built civilizations with magic. In our civilization, there are countless powerful mages. There are at least dozens of magical families that have been inherited for more than 6000 years in Silvermoon City. There are nearly 1,000 descendants like you and me. More than that, the most famous one is the prince of Kael'thas, the Sunrover, and... let me think about it, the purpose of the question you asked me is not simple, right?"

Tyrion shrugged, without hiding his purpose:

"Of course, Salin needs to grow and develop, and I can't expect another young man who is attracted to me by love. We must take the initiative...if this makes you feel painful, then you can choose one you are very Annoying person, and then tell me her or his name."

Myra's eyes blinked, and after a few seconds, he whispered:

"Lanna Sal"

"Prince Kael'thas' servant, she is also the last of the lonely family like us, and her magical talent is much stronger than you and me!"

"The most important thing is that Lumi, who was once responsible for guarding Silvermoon City, was sent to Dessom because my poor lover accidentally annoyed the princess-like lady...I have enough reason to hate her !"

Tyrion was very satisfied with this reason. He looked at his cousin meaningfully. He slowly nodded:

"Well, it sounds like a very unpleasant woman, she takes it for granted...should be punished!"

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