"In short, this matter does not need to be discussed. I will personally arrange the "finishing" work. Don't worry, everything will go smoothly."

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"Whoosh, whoosh"

Ice-cold seawater laps at the coast of the Broken Islands. Ever since the last time Darkblade's Dead Sea Fleet and four battle groups buried hundreds of thousands of demons on the island, this island has completely become a no-man's land.

Although there are occasionally bold and desperate pirates or explorers who try to find the so-called "undead treasure" here, in addition to unearthing rotten demon corpses and some wreckage left by the war under the ground, they

Don't expect to find anything.

Even the temple of the Tomb of Sargeras, which sank under the sea again, has been sealed by the undead using special methods.

All the valuable things in that temple have been emptied, but the problem is that the temple itself is a very dangerous thing, and once it falls into the hands of careerists, it will also cause disaster.

Especially when the Dark Blade is becoming more and more separated from the real world, it is better for such things to be permanently sealed.

And on the edge of this uninhabited island, on the rocks lapped by the sea, the great lord Tyrion, wearing a black cloak, stood by the sea, letting the sea breeze blow up his cloak and shrouding his body in it.

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"If I remember correctly, this is probably the first time we have met so openly."

Cassanatir's gloomy voice sounded behind the great lord. Tyrion did not look back. He was like a sluggish man, calmly watching the rolling water under his feet, but unable to touch his water. He spoke with a dry voice.

explain:

"Soon, there will be no need to hide anymore. Just hold on, my friend."

"I'm used to it. It doesn't matter if I am free or not."

The Dread Lord did not approach the great lord. He stood where he appeared. He looked at the lonely back of the great lord and asked:

"I'm even more curious, what is it that makes your boss come here in person?"

"Kil'jaeden is dying."

The great lord raised his head, looked at the empty sky, and said in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep:

"Across the stars, I can feel the anger that overwhelmed his mind. The anger made him lose his mind and ignore the danger. He will come soon, and he will enter the tomb soon, but"

"Kil'jaeden's death does not mean the end of the problem. Do you still remember what I once told you about the plans and mission of the Burning Legion?"

Tyrion turned to look at Cassanatil behind him, and whispered:

"The time has come, be prepared. The Burning Crusade has reached its end. The next era of demons is coming, and you are their leader, their beacon, and their king!"

The great lord leaned forward slightly and said as if he were in audience:

"Are you ready to take the burning crown and step onto the throne of bones?"
Chapter completed!