Chapter 466 37. The Day of Disaster Is Coming (Part 2) --- Adding More to Petunia [6/7]
Chapter 466 37. The Day of Disaster Is Coming (Part 2) --- Adding more to Petunia [67]
In the Dark Blade Legion, the relationship between the Dark Blade King and the Grand Lich is very complicated.
As superiors and subordinates, the communication between Tyrion and Khadgar always maintains a "normal" relationship, mixed with the rules of respect, obedience, execution and feedback, while between personal friendships, the Dark Blade The king and the archlich were far from being friends, at least compared to him and those hand-picked death lords. Tyrion's relationship with Khadgar was very cold.
But the existence of the Grand Lich is very necessary.
For example, before Khadgar joined, the death knights of the Dark Blade Legion used a total of 12 combinations of undead runes, but after Khadgar joined, the combination of undead runes with various special functions rapidly increased. The number has been increased to 53, greatly enhancing the ability of lower-level knights to deal with various environments.
For another example, to recruit qualified lower-level undead, according to the speed of the now exhausted Auchindoun Necropolis, 400 lower-level undead can be recruited a day, but now, it is only a small large cemetery, and the speed of recruitment has reached The limit is 2000 per day.
Khadgar is a rare think tank, especially in the field of magic and energy, as well as the obscure study of the foundation and essence of power. He alone is as good as the rest of the entire Dark Blade Legion. An inseparable and important part of the Blade Legion, and the combat effectiveness of the Dark Blade Warlocks under his command is also steadily improving.
The sorcerer group of the Dark Blade Legion even has a black magic stronghold in the southern border area, attracting many deviant humans to join them.
Therefore, no matter what the two of them thought in their hearts, Tyrion showed great restraint to the archlich on formal occasions. He never intervened in Khadgar's research, and Khadgar would never let Tyrion Ang was disappointed, only at the Battle of East Valley...the only disappointment.
So at this time, facing Khadgar's problem, Tyrion did not hide too much. In fact, when it comes to understanding the magic sword Frostmourne, there is probably no one in this world who has a deeper understanding than Tyrion.
"first!"
Under the gaze of the Grand Lich, Tyrion stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the two of them:
"First of all, Frostmourne does not turn the slain into a death knight, it is just an energy converter, through a strange way, transforms the energy in the body of the deceased into death energy, and then controls it through soul fragments, that is to say, If I want to transform a knight, I must personally kill him and extract his soul, and this process may fail, and for me, it is very, very time-consuming."
"Secondly, Frostmourne's control over the soul is not perfect, especially those powerful, high-level undead with rebellious spirits, such as any death lord in the Dark Blade Knights. I can guarantee that Frostmourne It is impossible to control them, at least it is impossible to control them for a long time, as long as the will of the sword-wielder is slightly disturbed, the high-level undead will immediately flee."
Tyrion shook his head while talking, and said with some disdain:
"And the most important thing is that there are too many souls stored in Frostmourne. Once a soul escapes, there must be more than one soul that escapes. Frostmourne can only achieve 100% control over those low-level undead. The problem is, I don't need it, I can also achieve complete control over low-level undead... Do you understand what I mean?"
"Well, I understand."
The Grand Lich snapped his fingers:
"You don't need Frostmourne anymore, and it sounds like you don't like that sword, can I ask why?"
"It's very simple."
Tyrion picked up a glass of blood wine and shrugged at the Grand Lich:
"That sword is made of ice, and it breaks easily when it is bombarded by a huge force... It is not a long sword for battlefield killing at all, nor is it a reliable weapon that I like. I have found a substitute for the apocalypse And if I'm lucky enough, maybe this time, I can get a second replacement weapon."
He looked into the silver eyes of the Grand Lich, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:
"But if you are interested, I can actually find a way to bring the sword to you, but in exchange... you may have to pay a lot of things, and you don't know that Ner'zhul's control of the undead Scourge is not just Relying on Frostmourne, and a special helmet...the Helm of Dominion, a magical and evil magic weapon, its efficacy is more important than Frostmourne, which is similar to a large "soul melting furnace."
"As long as you discard some insignificant things, you can make thousands of souls and spirits work for you, and become the real master of souls. Do you... want it?"
Tyrion's strange voice made Khadgar's eyes move. After meeting the Dark Blade King's eyes for a few seconds, the Grand Lich quietly looked away, and he coughed lightly:
"I'm interested, but I believe that anything strong is dangerous, I'm happy with my life now, I don't really want to change that, I mean it."
"But everything can change, Khadgar. There is nothing permanent in this world. As long as you take a few steps forward, everything will change."
Tyrion snapped his fingers, and a deep cry came from outside the window. After a while, the ghost owl Moon Claw, which had not been seen for a long time, flapped its wings and flew into Tyrion's mansion, like a gentle Like his pet, he folded his wings and landed on the shoulder of the Dark Blade King. Tyrion stretched out his hand and put a complete soul stone in his palm.
The ghost owl put its cute face on Tyrion's face, slid up and down, and then flew out quietly with the soul stone in its sharp beak, disappearing in the darkness outside the window middle.
The Grand Lich calmly watched the ghost pet he had almost never seen disappear into the night. Behind him, the voice of the Dark Blade King came to mind again:
"I always say, I'm staring at you, sometimes it's a joke, sometimes it's real...Moonclaw has a special ability, it can freely switch between ghosts and entities, and you know, owl This creature is very strange, when it hunts, it doesn't make even a little sound, if it doesn't want others to see it, then no one can see it."
"I've had it for 7 years, it's my eyes, it tells me all the "interesting" things..."
The Grand Lich's fingers tightened at this moment, and Tyrion seemed to be joking. He took a sip of the blood wine, and without looking at the Grand Lich, he whispered:
"Human life is short, in fact, the life of the dead is not long, one day, we will get tired of all this, and then return to eternal peace, whether it is you or me, it is the same... So, do something wrong There is nothing wrong with it, after all, whether it is life or the life brought by death, there is only one life, but the premise is that there are some things that cannot be done during this one-way trip... I mean..."
"Khadgar, are you hiding something from me?"
The voice of the Dark Blade King suddenly changed into an unusually calm tone at this moment, the silver light in the eyes of the Arch Lich who was facing away from him became extremely active at this moment, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something , but in the end, he shook his head.
"No, no."
"Very well, we need to be honest with each other in order to have a happy cooperation."
The Dark Blade King waved his hand:
"Do your own thing, Khadgar, I'm looking forward to the "Day of Calamity", it will be a new dawn, and it will be the greatest contribution I can make to this world..." "."
The Grand Lich didn't use the portal this time, but walked out of Tyrion's mansion step by step. Under the illumination of the stars above the Midnight Garden, the Grand Lich's figure disappeared into the corridor of the garden. so lonely.
And behind him, above the mansion, the King of Dark Blade stood quietly by the window holding a glass of blood wine. He watched the Grand Lich leave until his figure disappeared completely, and the wine glass in Tyrion's hand also disappeared. At this moment, he was quietly crushed into powder by the huge force.
"Then let's see, Khadgar...see what you've done all this for..."
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The sun at dawn is always the most punctual clock. In the distant city of Gilneas, Mr. Wolfe Wallace, a famous physician, opened his eyes with difficulty in the gap between two beautiful bodies.
Last night was another crazy night, but thanks to the werewolf's abundant energy, he was still able to maintain his energy despite the excessive drinking. He yawned and leaned over to his little babies one by one A light kiss, then in pajamas, yawning, walked to the living room, ready to have some breakfast, and then started a boring new day.
After staying in Gilneas for several years, Wolfe seems to have adapted to this rhythm of life. This city, like this country, has a unique kind of laziness under the rigid appearance. In the event of a disaster, this country would be a great place to retire.
And just when Dr. Wolf returned to the table with the coffee, his leisurely movements suddenly stopped. On the table in front of him, in the center of the mahogany table, a crystal-clear Epiphyllum The stone communication stone is placed there quietly.
Dr. Wolfe was sure that this thing didn't belong to him, it must have been put here by someone who could fool his super-werewolf senses at some point in his wild life last night.
This made Dr. Wolf feel the slight chill on his neck. If the stalker can quietly put down the crystal in his living room and then leave leisurely, it means that he or she can also relax Take Wolfe's head in his sleep... or something.
But worry is worry, and fear is fear. Dr. Wolf immediately picked up the communication stone, activated it, and put it in his ear. The hoarse voice made Wolf's hair stand on end. Woke up, obviously, he knew who it was...he knew what that man meant in the present-day Imperium of Man.
And that voice was simple, it was an order...a call to action, the end of his leisurely career as a spy, his one last mission, and his return to where he came, to his true "home."
Wolfe destroyed the communication crystal in his hand. Standing in the living room, he looked at the home he had lived in for several years with some nostalgia. He even reached out and touched every piece of furniture he had. The gentle lady has had a great time with these furniture, and every time I come back here, I have a relaxing feeling, like returning to a real, warm, safe nest.
But in the end, Wolfe stood in the middle of the living room. After taking a deep breath, the nostalgia in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a eagerness to try.
"Wolf, shouldn't have a home..."
"click"
Dr. Wolfe's favorite vase was slashed by five dim rays of light, and the pieces were smoothly scattered on the corner of the table like fruit cut by a sharp knife. He hummed an unknown song, opened the closet, and took He took out a small dress, dressed himself in front of the full-length mirror, and used some hairspray to make himself look no different from the usual prodigal doctor. Finally, he opened the door with his briefcase in hand.
The carriage of the royal family of Gilneas was already waiting for him at the door of the clinic.
The dashing doctor greeted the waiter, and then got into the carriage. Amid the deep neighing of the Gilneas Highland horse, the carriage moved forward slowly. Today is the day when Doctor Wolfe goes to the Gilneas court to treat dignitaries and dignitaries. , and 5 days later, it was the time for his consultation with His Majesty Jean Greymane.
The King of Gilneas has been ill recently, and as a doctor hired by the royal family, Dr. Wolfe is naturally duty-bound. In the bumpy carriage, Dr. Wolfe opened his briefcase, and as an excellent doctor, he was with him The bag he was carrying was filled with medicines of various colors and unknown effects, as well as several exquisite silver syringes.
Dr. Wolf blinked, reached out from the bag in front of him, took out a thumb-sized bottle of green medicine, and looked at it in front of his eyes. In the light reflected by the glass bottle, the doctor saw his own eyes.
Those are yellow eyes...like beasts...like wolves!