Chapter 107 10. Help and Request
Necromancy, which is a variant of magic that extends its power into the realm of the dead.
Due to the frequent dealings with corpse ghosts, and the fact that the current mainstream belief in the human world is the holy light representing light, this kind of spell is naturally regarded as evil and taboo by humans.
But necromancy has a long history. Although there is no official record, in the phantom of history, in fact, in the period of the elf empire 10,000 years ago, necromancy already had traces of its own existence.
And even in the 6,800-year history of the high elves in Quel'Thalas, Tyrion is not the first undead in the true sense of the high elves. If there is no problem with Tyrion's memory, he should be the second .
And the elf mage standing in front of him was the first one like the instigator.
Ms. Aegwynn looked at the death knight in front of her with complicated eyes. The encounter at the Tomb of Sargeras was not friendly. She thought the death knight was a threat, but her precious son thought that Tyrion can help them.
Mothers are naturally unable to hold back their sons, so Ms. Aegwynn also put away her hostility. She took a step back, pointed at the silent necromancer behind her, and introduced to Tyrion:
"This is an old friend of me and Medivh. He is your predecessor. He existed as an undead 2,800 years ago. Until today, his name is..."
"Merry Dongfeng!"
Tyrion looked at the silent elf mage, and said:
"I read his biography, the heroic archmage who crossed death in the battle of trolls and also fought for Quel'Thalas. Although the words were vague, at the end of the biography, it did not say that he died... Looking at it now, I guessed right, you are still alive."
"Hmm...that makes me curious."
The necromancer was not surprised when his name was called. He stretched out his hand and flipped his hood back, revealing his long silver hair. There was an emotionless light in his eyes, which belonged to the dead. light, he looked at Tyrion in front of him, and after a while, he whispered:
"Is the inheritance of the Dawn Blade finally dead? In my time, the Dawn Blade family was a well-known mage family. The powerful magic talent hidden in your body was wasted. The last time I heard about the Dawn Blade The news is that when you joined the Farstrider, you should have become an excellent mage, but unfortunately you abandoned your innate power..."
Meili Dongfeng’s dry voice is full of regret and loss. Nearly 3,000 years have obliterated a lot of things. During the time he lived as a cursed dead body, he saw the passing of his friends of the same generation. Participating in the funerals of their descendants, attending the funerals of those descendants, all these have wiped out his feelings.
But seeing his former friend's family lose their last inheritance, it still made him a little embarrassed.
And this regret caused Tyrion to shake his head, and he replied:
"The branch of Dawnblade is still there. If I remember correctly, I also have a cousin, Myra Dawnblade, who also inherited the bloodline of Dawnblade, and...who said I wasted myself talent?"
The death knight raised his head, his icy blue eyes turned red like blood at this moment, he raised his hand, the blood rushed out from his fingertips, danced wantonly, and finally spun around his body quickly, like a Ego life is like the blood snake of consciousness.
"The talents inherited from my parents made me what I am. They are an indelible part of me. Even after death, this power can be used by me!"
This scene made Meili Dongfeng's eyes widen. In the 2800 years, he had seen too many incredible things, but this was the first time he had seen such an evil ability as Tyrion's blood sucking.
"Is this a variant of blood-sucking disease?"
Ms. Aegwynn said in surprise:
"I never knew that the mysterious curse of flesh and blood would have such an ability!"
"It's also the first time I've seen..."
The figure of Meri Dongfeng appeared beside Tyrion amidst the flickering light and shadow. He carefully observed the blood flowing around the death knight in front of him. After a while, he said softly:
"Although there are records in the ancient books about bloodthirsty of some ancient vrykul who suffered the curse of flesh and blood, it now appears that the ancient curse of flesh and blood also affected trolls, and the elves that evolved from trolls inherited This effect, it was already very small, but now we have a clear example in front of us...this is really a big discovery!"
He looked up, looked directly into Tyrion's ice-blue eyes again, and whispered:
"It seems that you have also discovered the stubborn disease hidden deep in the body of the high elves... The dual effects of the remnants of the curse of flesh and blood and the addiction of magic have made you, Tyrion, you are no longer a pure elf or the dead. A monster that has never appeared before."
"I call myself Salein, and I'm not a monster!"
Tyrion replied that the name made Meri Dongfeng startled for a moment, and then he nodded in satisfaction.
"Blood Elf... a very good title!"
"Okay, gentlemen, we can discuss the issue of historical remnants later."
The Shadow of Medivh interrupted Merry Dongfeng's desire to study, and his somewhat distorted voice sounded under the stars: "Mr. Tyrion came from a long way away, and his time is short, we should get into a serious discussion. "
He stretched out his hand and waved his fingers, and a deep phantom appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was a terrifying scene among the stars. In a completely broken world, on those continents suspended directly in the icy starry sky, densely packed demons entrenched in the sky. On it, from the lowest imps to the highest abyss lords and dreadlords, all kinds of demons are noisy among the stars.
The dark green evil fire burning on them almost ignites the broken world in the void. This is a flaming legion, a legion belonging to demons.
As the angle of view of the picture gets closer, in the center of this broken world, the huge portal that has already stood up has not been ignited, but just judging from the scale of this portal, once it is ignited, tens of millions The evil spirits can pass through it and enter some unlucky world with ease.
"Marton, the demon star, this is the memory I left with Sargeras, the end of my wanderings in the astral world... I have seen the movements of the demons."
Medivh's distorted voice sounded at this moment:
"The demons are forming an army capable of destroying any world, and according to what I have learned, their destination is Azeroth. The orcs are just their pawns to disrupt this world. After the orcs fail, they want to Shirtless."
This damn news silenced Nirath, Aegwynn, and Merry Winterwind at the same time, but Tyrion was indifferent to it. After his death, he lacked responsibility for the world. After the Shadow of Medivh finished introducing the situation , he opened his mouth and said:
"With all due respect, everyone, I don't think what you want to discuss has anything to do with me. Whether or not the demons want to destroy this world is not up to us to decide. On another continent, the Kaldorei night elves have already defended against demon attacks. Ten thousand years, this is something they should worry about."
The death knight's words were somewhat cold and emotionless, but the shadow of Medivh nodded. He looked at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:
"This is something we need to worry about. The human world cannot accept the camp of the dead, so you are not useful here, and this time I invite you to come over to let you help us when we are powerless."
This sentence made Tyrion take a step back, and he spread his hands:
"Sorry! But I haven't made up my mind to join your small organization yet. Ms. Aegwynn should know that I'm not interested in saving the world."
"The Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras are in your hands! The fraudsters have noticed you! This is not the time for you to opt out."
The Shadow of Medivh emphasized his tone. Behind him, Nieras Elan raised his hand, and a mass of scorching magic power danced in his hand. The old mage looked indifferent. After his precious son finished speaking, he He coughed lightly:
"You don't really think we're discussing this with you, do you?"
This kind of strength made Ms. Aegwynn reach out and grab her husband's arm subconsciously, but Tyrion's face didn't change much, he just shrugged:
"Since the Archmage Ellan already knows that the Eye of Sargeras is in my hands, you should also know that I have the ability to kill and kill at any time. Even so, will you force me to join you?"
These unyielding words made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly tense. The Eye of Sargeras, full of destructive power, is like a nuclear weapon in this world, extremely dangerous, especially when it is killed by a dead person who lacks emotion and reason. when held in hand.
After 2 minutes of silence, Meili Dongfeng coughed lightly:
"Tyrion, maybe you misunderstood Elan, he is always used to solving problems in a tough way, and I also believe that you will not reject us so recklessly, although we don't know what your ultimate purpose is , but judging from what you have done recently, we can cooperate."
The Shadow of Medivh also spoke:
"No matter what you think in your heart, as long as your actions are consistent with ours, we can be friends!"
This change in attitude made the Death Knight, who was planning to withdraw, hesitate for a moment. His eyes shone with mistrust, but in the end, he still said:
"Then let me just say it, I won't stay in Azeroth for long, my destination is Draenor, so no matter what you want to do, you see, I can't help you."
"But you won't stay on Draenor forever!"
Lady Aegwynn stood beside her husband, and she looked at Tyrion:
"I have seen your death knights with my own eyes, and you still struggled to follow Gul'dan into the tomb of Sargeras. It is impossible for you to know the secrets of the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras, but you I know... there is ambition hidden in your heart, Tyrion, I can see it at a glance! After you are full-fledged, you will eventually return to this world! Come back with your army of undead!"
Regarding this statement, the death knight did not deny it, but he did not admit it either. He just shrugged:
"That is the future, what will happen in the future, no one knows, maybe the first time I step into Draenor, I will be dismembered by the violent orcs... This is also a kind of future, isn't it? "
"You will conquer or destroy the world is also the future, but this is not in the scope of our discussion."
The shadow of Medivh shook his head, restraining his mother's hostility towards Tyrion. He looked at the death knight and said in a deep voice:
"Since you are not willing to join at present, then we will not force it, but I hope you can help us... This is something you can do, for this, I will pay you what you are satisfied with !"
These words made the death knight frowned. Speaking of which, there was indeed one thing in Karazhan that he needed very much, so after a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the shadow of Medivh:
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"It's very simple, I need you to save my old friend Anduin Lothar from his cruel fate of death!"
The Shadow of Medivh said softly:
"Just like what you did in the Tomb of Sargeras, completely change a person's fate!"
Tyrion raised his brows, he could guess that what Medivh entrusted must be very difficult, but this kind of straightforward behavior of interfering with fate still made him unable to resist retorting:
"This is simply impossible! As long as I dare to intervene in the duel between Lothar and Orgrim, the annoying bronze dragons will appear immediately and wipe me out! They may even directly alarm the Lord of Time... With all due respect, Mr. Medivh, you are asking me to die!"
"Don't refuse in such a hurry, Mr. Tyrion, you and I both know the truth about the bronze dragon's so-called guardianship of time... From the perspective of long-term fate, they belong to poor creatures who will meet the end and destruction sooner or later. They are making desperate efforts in the desperate truth, but they can never see the hope of salvation, they have failed long ago...they can't control their fate, they can't even save themselves."
Medivh's shadow slowly disappeared in the light of the starry sky. At the moment of disappearing, he blinked at Tyrion:
"So there's no need to be afraid of them, and before you make a decision, why not look at the pay?"
Tyrion frowned, he was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he nodded.
"Good! I'm looking forward to it."