, there is no plan, no strategy, just rush forward and scatter them!

Amid the roars and bites of the corpses, and the screams and retreats of the living people, the small melee battlefield soon separated into a road, like a skeleton avenue specially prepared for the noble king. Under the low roars of the corpses,

, the death knight pulled the reins of his horse, and with the swing of his broken dark cloak, he quickly rushed out of the land shrouded in despair.

"What another hope for the future! You really worked hard, Mr. Medivh."

The death knight taunted ruthlessly:

"But fortunately, just like you, I also have a hand."

"Don't judge us by your bad thinking, Tyrion, we are on the side of justice!"

Medivh's voice became calmer, and he was trying to persuade Tyrion to return to Karazhan:

"Listen to me, we are friends and partners, and we will help each other!"

"It's your world, your justice, Medivh, this is not mine! You want to save people, but you are unwilling to kill..."

Tyrion didn't appreciate it. As the death horse galloped, he looked back at the battlefield behind him. Outside the dark sky, the yellow light of time had begun to shine rapidly. Maybe in the next moment, a dozen angry bronze beasts would appear.

The dragon will rush out of the halo and tear him into pieces.

Dancing on the blade of destruction that could come at any time gave the dead Death Knight a long-lost feeling in his heart. Perhaps, this is called "freedom"?

"Trying to play a trick of deception in front of a real prophet? Medivh, you see, I am even better than the things you will do in the future, your person, your character, your methods, everything about you.

You know better!"

Tyrion raised his head, his gray-white hair fluttering in the wind, and his ice-blue eyes shining with a dark light.

"Let me go back to Karazhan so that you can recover the dangerous magic sword Apocalypse! Or simply let me who caused all this die here. I saved Lothar, and I was also murdering them. The bronze dragons killed

Get rid of me and the timeline will return to normal. You have never directly intervened in this matter, so no one will doubt you!"

The death knight laughed forward and backward, as if he had heard the most interesting joke. But when he raised his head, was there a trace of smile in his eyes?

"No matter which path I take, I am just a pawn used by the great astral mage to save my companions. Now that my companions have been rescued, I have no value... Should I keep something worthless for Christmas?

?”

"Tyrion, you!"

Medivh's voice sounded again with a hint of surprise, but was directly interrupted by the impatient Tyrion:

"Enough!"

"You thought you could save your world by tinkering in the timeline. Your desire for salvation and redemption became your weakness, allowing you to be played by the real enemy! Medivh, you are a lesson, teach

I don’t want to be as stupid and stubborn as you!”

The death knight running in the darkness smiled happily, and his voice became extremely cold:

"You don't understand at all! The future you want to protect is not worth saving at all! I want to destroy it and start everything over again! And I also know that you will help me leave this place of death. I know very well that this

a little."

"Why? Why should I help you? Tyrion?"

Medivh's voice suddenly became very calm, and Tyrion could even guess the expression of Medivh's shadow in Karazhan:

"Since you have guessed everything, you should know that I will not allow you to live. Your existence is a threat to this world! I think the Bronze Dragon will not allow the waves of time to become more and more chaotic."

"No! Medivh, believe me, you will!"

Behind Tyrion, three huge adult bronze dragons have passed through the time rift. The moment they appeared, they locked their sights on the death knight who fled the battlefield. This dangerous behemoth roared and rushed towards Tyrion.

Came over.

The death knight tightened the reins of his horse and looked back at the three bronze dragons that jumped down from the sky. In the dragon's roar, his hair was blown back, but the expression on his face was very calm and seemed determined.

Medivh would help him, he whispered:

"My friend, why don't you take a look at the Dark Portal at this time?"

"What I want to say is that if I die, there is a half chance that the world you want to save will be buried with me... But seriously, you can take a gamble! Maybe my subordinates won't manipulate it.
Chapter completed!