"It's all the same old thing, loyalty, loyalty... You are not the first person to try to conquer the Dark Temple. Before you, the orcs, arakkoa, and ogres all sent their armies to try to occupy this temple, but guess what?

Guess what happened to them?"

"The Dark Temple will not surrender! Just like us, no one can truly conquer it. There will never be light shining in this dark temple. It will swallow you... Just like it swallowed

Everything that ever was.”

"The Ashtongue Deathsworn will only be loyal to the Black Temple itself. We will not resist your orders... We can even fight for you, but we will not give our loyalty unless... unless you can truly conquer

This temple!”

"Well, your understanding is slightly wrong, Mr. Akama."

Tyrion brushed his long hair and said nonchalantly:

"I don't need your loyalty. That thing is meaningless to the dead. I just want you to serve me and my knights. They have to fight. They can't be allowed to do chores all the time. Starting today, clean

The palace, maintaining weapons, making armor, and maintaining the magic circle will all be left to you and your Broken Ones. I don’t want to see the place where I live in as messy as a doghouse, do you understand?”

"Of course you can also think of ways to collude with other forces to drive us out. You can try as you like. Being driven away only means that we are nothing more than that. But Akama, please remember that every attempt has a price.

of!"

Tyrion leaned down and pointed his finger at Akama's heart:

"Actually, turning you into corpses can still serve me, and it may be more convenient. I don't kill you just because I am too lazy to do it. Don't take your life for granted, and don't wait until it's too late to appreciate it."

Akama felt a cold force seeping into his body, which made him subconsciously take a step back. As he said, before Tyrion, many forces who tried to enter the Dark Temple failed.

But none of them is as full of unparalleled confidence as the death knight in front of him.

"Tyrion, Ner'zhul is here again! He wants to see you!"

Grokush's voice rang in Tyrion's heart. The death knight coughed lightly and said to Akama who was standing there blankly:

"I may have said too much, but I believe that a smart person like you should know what to do... Speaking of which, without the protection of the Holy Light, you are really weak."

He flicked his fingers, thinking of Ner'zhul, and a gleam of light danced in his eyes. He examined Akama, and finally, he whispered:

"Are you interested in learning a new power? Mr. Akama, this will allow you to serve me better. After all, good slaves need to fight occasionally. Maybe you can use it to become a sewer king.
Chapter completed!