The death knight whispered:

"I'm not very good at negotiating, so I'll just tell you the truth. I need you to cooperate with me."

The hoarse voice reached Ner'zhul's ears, and the old shaman was not surprised at all. In fact, he had experienced so many things in his life that it was hard to feel surprised.

Tyrion's answer made him silent for a moment. Finally, the old shaman raised his head:

"I want to unlock the curse code! I want to save my world and people! I want to atone for my sins. After doing all this, my life will be yours!"

"Why do I want your life? It's just a meaningless thing."

The death knight did not look back, and his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep:

"I have no interest in the lives of you and your people. I have no interest in weak living people. In my future plans for this world, you and your people have no special value."

"You don't need to guess what I want to do."

"You don't need to estimate what I can do."

"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm just informing you that you want to cooperate with me to do something that will benefit you and your world. I don't give you the right to refuse, that's all."

This arrogant answer made Ner'zhul not sure what to say. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head slightly:

"So, what are we going to do?"

This answer finally satisfied the death knight. He turned around and threw the last cursed code to the old shaman, then frowned and looked up and down at Ner'zhul's image:

"First of all, go change into some decent clothes and tidy up your image. The savior of Draenor should be more majestic."
Chapter completed!