"I can't leave my friends and run away alone. I've already left you once, and it caused me great pain. I don't want to go through it a second time! You didn't mean to save me from my certain death.

Be a deserter, right?"

"But the Alliance needs your guidance!"

Medivh took a step forward and emphasized his tone: "Internal conflicts, external threats, kings fighting for power, you can't see the threats hidden in the darkness at all. You also saw the future, demons will enter this world, they

It will disrupt the world and usher in a turbulent era that consumes all hope in Azeroth."

"In the deepest part of this world, the most desperate power has revived. You know who is our real enemy! Lothar, my destiny will come to an abrupt end tonight, and you, you will shoulder my unfinished mission.

, you are more powerful than me, you can convince the people of the alliance better than me, and the most important thing is...you have the noblest blood flowing in your body!"

Medivh stretched out his hands, and the illusory soul shrouded in shadow used this method to firmly hold his friend's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

"The bloodline of Emperor Arathor cannot be cut off like this. Only that noble bloodline can bring the entire alliance and all humans together! Gathered under the banner you hold high, the alliance cannot be divided! Absolutely not!"

"But I don't know what to do!"

Marshal Lothar seemed a little at a loss. The old man whispered:

"I'm not ready yet. This... this is much harder than defeating the orcs."

"You don't need to prepare, Lothar."

Medivh took a step back. As his fingers danced silently, a portal suddenly opened at Lothar's feet, throwing the old marshal into it by surprise. In Lothar's horrified eyes, he saw Medivh's determination.

's back.

"Old friend, fate will help you prepare. Goodbye... Farewell."

"Medivh, no!!!"

Lothar's shouts still echoed in the cold rooftop. The door to the rooftop was violently smashed open. In the scene of broken wooden debris flying everywhere, Terry's whole body was covered with dark red dancing light.

Ang, holding the magic sword Tianqi, he walked onto the silent twisted rooftop.

Behind him was Khadgar, who looked unchanged.

"Well, Mr. Medivh, we meet again!"

Tyrion was wrapped in death energy, and his voice became extremely low and hollow:

"The "farewell ceremony" you held for me is still unforgettable to me. In return, I also held a grand "farewell celebration" for you!"

"You no longer need to worry about the future of this world. You will never need to worry about it again..."

The death knight stepped forward and said softly:

"I am here...to grant you true relief and...freedom!"

"Don't even think about it!"

A trembling figure held the staff and stood firmly in front of Tyrion's eyes. Ms. Magna Aegwynn, the former guardian who lost her power, fiercely protected her son as a mother. She was fierce

Staring at Tyrion, an unyielding look shone on her old face:

"You! Evil! Don't even think about touching my son!"

"Hey, Lady Aegwynn."

Tyrion stopped. He looked at the former guardian in front of him, a cruel light flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He waved the magic blade in his hand, and the roar of the apocalypse made the surrounding silence become noisy.

:

"This sword is longing for your soul. It is longing to complete its failed mission... Get out of the way! I don't want to bully a weak old woman!"

"Then come on! Evil, let me see how strong you are!"

"Buzz"

Jumping violet magic lines moved in the space around Aegwynn and Tyrion. Amid Aegwynn's shrill shout, she and the death knight suddenly disappeared into the rooftop area.

This sudden change did not surprise the remaining two people. Khadgar held the staff of the guardian. He took a few steps forward and walked out of the shadows behind him. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him with cold eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, just like before, and whispered:
Chapter completed!