The Tomb of Sargeras is a dangerous place, but in fact, before the human mage and Guardian of Tirisfa, Egwen, sealed the body of Sargeras here 828 years ago, this was once the Moon Temple of the Ancient Elven Empire.

It is not surprising or blasphemous that such large shrines themselves would have a large cemetery for the burial of those who are sincere in their faith.

And this temple has been buried under the surface of the sea for more than 800 years, and the corpses buried here have long since decayed, but Tyrion doesn't really care if these corpses are complete or not, all he needs is a group of warriors who can fight, and it doesn't matter if they have a body or not.

"Click"

Tyrion stood in the mossy elven graveyard, and in front of him stood a dense mass of tombstones, and in the darkness he could even see the inscriptions on those tombstones.

The Night Elves use elegant poetry-like words to record the story of this necromancy, buried here may be a great general, a strong ranger, an ancient nobleman, and a lot of commoners, they have such and such stories, but death takes everything, death, what has been done in the past, it is meaningless.

He reached out and grasped the chain seal that hung from his chest, the Healing Pact that had been completely corrupted now exuded a deep dark power, which Tyrion called the "blasphemous sign" for its dark power.

His fingers danced across the surface of the shield-shaped sigil, feeling the darkness oozing out of the sigil like a liquid, and he had something else on his mind.

"It is said that there are four more such holy deeds, if they can all be corrupted... I can have 4 more powerful Death Knights, Paladins? Hehe, it's really a natural enemy that can't coexist. ”

"Huh"

Tyrion's finger pressed against the tombstone in front of him, and the dark power drawn from the blasphemy seal was almost endless, making the death power that rolled around Tyrion even thicker, and behind him, the looming dark bat wings were once again revealed, and a huge psychic circle appeared at his feet without any material support.

Forming a circle with pure energy is something that only a true archmage can do, and with the help of this blasphemous seal, Tyrion has done it!

He's also growing, and as someone who knows fate well and is determined to rebel against it, he knows better than anyone the importance of power.

"Buzz"

The moist, decaying, dark air of the ruins of the Moon Temple was propped up by the power of death, and even an obscure storm formed in the darkness, which seeped beneath the ground in front of them, reawakening the souls trapped here who were unwilling to die.

The spirit of an elf floated from the graveyard, she looked around a little blankly, her form was transparent and pale green, the light of her eyes was on and off, and after realizing that she had been awakened from death, the elf's face became hideous at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an old witch in a fairy tale.

Her hands turned into frost-covered claws, her face was distorted and ugly, and the light in her eyes turned dark red... It's a wraith! Naturally born ghosts, instinctively hating all living beings and the real world, but unable to get relief, they can only choose to sleep in pain, or kill life in a frenzy.

However, it was a dead person like her who appeared in front of her, so this resentful spirit did not attack immediately, and if it was a living person here, it would definitely be torn to pieces in the first place.

"Ahh

Her screams shattered the silence of the darkness and made people's ears ache, but Tyrion only calmly looked at the tooth-dancing wraith, and he looked at the vicious and fierce eyes, and he said in the hoarse voice of a death knight:

"Help me get something, and then help me kill someone... I'll take you outside! I give you relief! ”

"Relief?"

The wraith tossed and turned the word over and over with what wisdom was left, and after a moment she screamed:

"I want to be free! Regression! Return to the World Tree! ”

"Of course! I'm willing to do that... But you've got to help me first! ”

Tyrion's fingers let go of the cold sigil on his chest, and he looked at the wraith in front of him:

"If you help me, I'll help you!"

Night elves are authentic immortals, after the sky collapsed, the druids planted the seeds of the first world tree, and also received the blessing from the dragons, relying on the world tree that has grown vigorously for 10,000 years, all the existing night elves are truly immortal, they will not die, even if they die in battle, they can return to the world tree in the form of elves, and then enter the cycle of life.

The Night Elves are probably the only race in the world of Azeroth whose souls will not be extracted by the Abyss of Hell after death, but it is precisely because of this trait that the elves die unexpectedly and cannot return to the World Tree, their souls will be trapped in the place of death, becoming very angry and unwilling, and the chance of the Night Elves appearing resentful spirits is much more than that of other races.

On another continent in the wilderness, Tyrion knew very well that in almost every ancient elven ruin, there was a staggering number of elven wraiths.

"Ahh

The wraith let out another scream, and her figure disappeared into the air, and a dense tide of wraiths appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes, the number of which surprised him a little, they were covered with the ruins of destruction, the ghost light on their bodies illuminated the darkness, and among these disembodied ghosts, there were three ghosts that still retained their former form, and that should be the leader of these wraiths.

"I'm a priestess moon burial, an alien deceased, I don't trust you!"

"I am Asaph. Raid the moon, you can call me Captain, in the current situation, we can only choose to help you. ”

"I'm Casparian the Hunter, the best hunter under the command of the Raven Lord, if you dare to lie to us! We will keep your soul here to suffer forever! ”

The three ghosts in front of him were extremely powerful, and there was a thick distrust in their words, but Tyrion didn't care, he spread his arms and said in a deep voice:

"What a miserable thing it is for the sake of world peace that Egwen's seal has sacrificed you, I, Tyrion. In the name of the Dawn Blade, I will fight alongside you, and when it is all over, I will set you free! ”

The Death Knight looked at their distrustful gazes, and he shook his head:

"You have no choice but to promise me or wait here for another 800 years!"

Five minutes later, Tyrion's figure reappeared at the entrance to the palace, but this time, a figure stood in front of him.

The watcher held the knife wheel in his hand and looked at the death knight in front of him vigilantly, Mavi had never seen such a existence, but this did not prevent her from feeling the darkness and evil of the creature in front of her, she said in a hoarse voice:

"Hold it down, dead, and follow me to the Caves of the Watcher! You will be imprisoned for 100 years for your actions in disturbing the tomb of Sargeras, after which you may be freed depending on your performance! ”

Tyrion knew exactly who the watcher in front of him was, Mavi. Song of Shadows, a hawk who has participated in the War of the Ancients, formed the Watcher, and finally parted ways with the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, a rare radical among the peaceful Night Elves, and a top assassin blessed by the Moon God.

She rules over the most dangerous prison in this world, and not a single prisoner has been able to escape from her for thousands of years, making her one of the most powerful mortals in Azeroth.

With Tyrion's current strength, it is impossible to escape from the pursuit of Warden Mavi.

But he was not afraid.

"Are you so sure you're going to eat me? Warden. ”

Tyrion looked at the watcher in front of him calmly, and he whispered, "I'm here to hunt down Gul'dan, a dangerous orc, I have no intention of challenging the watcher's majesty and your power, we are not enemies, now... Get out of the way! I got what I needed and I left naturally! ”

"Arrogance!"

Mavi shook her head, and with a wave of the knife wheel in her hand, seven shadows of the Warden who resembled her appeared silently beside the two of them, completely sealing off all directions around them, the most powerful binding magic of the Warden, like a prison of shadows.

"Tied up! I won't say it a third time! ”

"Come on, then!"

Tyrion stretched out his finger and flicked it in the air, and the next moment, thousands of green dots of light appeared in the darkness behind him, and the three leaders of the ghosts stepped out of the darkness and stood behind Tyrion, the priestess Moon Burial holding the staff, Captain Moon Raider with his twin swords in his hands, and the huntress Casparian raising his war bow.

A ghost owl flapped its wings and stopped on Tyrion's shoulder, and under the direct gaze of thousands of wraiths, the temperature of the darkness dropped by at least 10 degrees in an instant as a large number of spirits appeared at the same time, and the warden Mavi subconsciously took a step back.

This is no longer a numerical advantage that can be compensated for in combat effectiveness.

"Tell me... Mavi. ”

Ignoring the Watcher's presence, Tyrion strolled towards the palace behind her, and as he passed by the Watcher, the Death Knight whispered:

"Now, who among us is really arrogant?"

"Click"

The warden clattered the knife wheel in her hand, but in the face of the resentful spirits who were eyeing her, she finally disappeared into the darkness quietly, enough to control these thousands of resentful spirits, and the danger of Tyrion in her heart was raised to a notch again, and it was foreseeable that from today onwards, Tyrion would have one more dangerous opponent.

But again, the Death Knight doesn't care.

"Bang"

He kicked open the door of the hidden temple, and under the gaze of the demons standing in the temple, the Death Knight pointed his finger forward:

"Kill them!"

"Whoa"

The first wraith howled out of the darkness behind Tyrion, and with a wave of her spiritual claws, the howl pierced through the body of a demon guardian whose massive demon had only time to swing its halberd, its dark red skin covered in a layer of frost.

And behind the first wraith, a dense group of wraiths screamed and pounced out of the darkness, like a real green tide, and in an instant, it drowned out all the hundreds of demons in front of them.

"Boom"

A scorching fireball burned the body of a wraith, but the next moment, more wraiths screamed and pounced on it, its body being torn open, its soul hooked out of its body, torn to pieces in the screams of the wraiths, and devoured alive by the wraiths.

The demons' resistance is so weak.

Wraiths are difficult to destroy by physical attacks, and their own special existence also determines that most of their attacks are aimed at souls, the green cold tide swirls in the palace, and quietly returns to the darkness, Tyrion walks into the palace full of flesh and pungent smell with light steps.

He walked to the very center of the palace, in front of a dark green rune crystal that had been protected by demons.

This is a brilliant spar the size of a human head, from the outside, it is smoothly divided into thousands of planes, like the most perfect gem, and layers of dark green light linger on the gem, each shining halo, will show thousands of runes dancing on the surface of this gem.

"Eye of Sargeras, I'm here for you!"

Tyrion reached out and lifted the treasure-looking hedron from its base, and the moment his fingers touched the hedron, the Death Knight was shocked by the tremendous energy inside the hedron, and he held the hedron as if it were holding the whole world.

This thing is not ordinary, at some point in the future, the energy inside it will be triggered, and the entire northern continent will be almost shattered.

This hedron is called the "Eye of Sargeras", just by listening to the name, you know that it is related to the demon king who entered the whole world 828 years ago, but it is not the real eye of the Dark Titan, in fact, this thing is probably just a mana gem carried by the Dark Titan, but it cannot be denied that the power contained in this thing has exceeded the power level of Azeroth.

Tyrion took out a special chest from the storage ring given to him by the blood mage Severn, placed the hedron in it, and put the chest back in the ring, which was his main goal in the tomb of Sargeras.

Even more important than the hunt for Gul'dan!

Gul'dan only represents the present and the past, and this thing, it represents the future!

Tyrion wants to challenge fate, but it's not just a word on his lips, he has a complete plan.

Little by little, the figure of the Death Knight disappeared into the dark passage of the temple, the key to the future was already in his hand, and it was time to cut off the past and present hatred.

"Gul'dan, next up, it's you!"