Tyrion pulled the reins of the horse and advanced rapidly in the darkness. He said in a deep voice:

"Go to the Dark Portal, Grokush, I will rush there as quickly as possible!"

An hour later, at the entrance to the road leaving the Burning Plains, Tyrion stopped the reins of his horse. On the mountain road in front of him, some uninvited and fully armed "guests" blocked the front of his horse.

They were a dozen dark guys, and their outlines could barely be seen in the darkness. Only their dark red eyes, their weird heights, and their arrogant and rough roars could be seen.

"Dark Iron Dwarves?"

Tyrion was stunned for a moment. He looked at these short men with bulging muscles. He asked in a hoarse voice:

"You are blocking my way because you want to experience the feeling of death?"

As he spoke, Tyrion held his fingers on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and as he watched the swords tense, a black iron dwarf in robes stepped forward. He stretched out his hands and shook them, using an ugly broken gong in the darkness.

The voice shouted:

"Wait! Death Knight! We are not here to fight you! We are from the Thorium Brotherhood, a group of peace-loving Dark Iron Dwarves! My name is Hansel. Heavy Fist, and we need what you have in your hands very, very much.

thing!"

"Ha! Peace-loving?"

The death knight almost laughed. His ice-blue eyes rolled. After a moment, he pulled the reins of his horse and said in a deep voice:

"It's almost laughable that the word is associated with the Dark Iron Dwarves, and the Thorium Brotherhood... if I remember correctly, is an organization that betrays the race, let's be honest, peaceful Mr. Hansel

, I’m curious, what do you want from me?”
Chapter completed!