"What are you doing?"

Tyrion's hoarse voice reached everyone's ears, causing Luminas's body to tremble, but she stubbornly clenched the hilt of the sword, remaining silent and unwilling to take a step back.

"The dwarf placed a communicator for help?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he asked in a low voice:

"Will anyone in this world come to save her?"

"If there is, then kill those idiots who dare to chase me. If not...then what are you arguing about? To be honest, your chattering is starting to disgust me..."

The death knight waved his hand, and the undead dragon Deathstroke flapped its wings and landed on an "island" covered in green poisonous water below. His eyes did not even stay for a second on Ella, who had caused a big disaster.

It's as if she doesn't exist at all.

"Let the dwarf do whatever she wants, and let her chase the impossible dream in vain... If you want to survive in hell, you must have an obsession."

When he was still nearly 10 meters away from the ground, the death knight jumped off the undead dragon.

"Grokush, come with me... we are going to visit Mr. Nerozhu."

At the end of the island, an old orc with a weird smell all over his body sat cross-legged. His eyes were completely blurred, and he was mumbling words that no one could understand. In front of him, there was a wooden

The statue looks like a female orc. Only when seeing this statue, a glimmer of light will appear in the eyes of this old orc.

"Bang"

The black combat boots approaching from behind kicked the statue. Amidst the desperate screams of the old orc, the wooden sculpture fell into the poisonous water in front of him and soon sank to the bottom.

The next moment, the screaming old orc was lifted up from the ground by his neck. Tyrion's cold eyes looked directly into his chaotic eyes. The death knight didn't care about the sloppy and disgusting smell of the old orc. He whispered

:

"Poor Ner'zhul, here I come...I bring your destiny with me!"
Chapter completed!