The atmosphere on the rooftop became dead again. In the darkness, Tyrion sat on the cold throne, his expression was like a complete sculpture.

"Ella, what are you looking at?"

The hoarse voice suddenly burst out from the darkness, startling the little dwarf who was hiding by the door and peeping his head. She hurriedly walked into the rooftop and reported to Tyrion:

"Knight Luminas left, she left alone, and she took Deathstroke with her."

"Let her go, help me call Rogge in, and Akama."

Tyrion waved her hand, and the dwarf wanted to say something, but in the end she retreated into the darkness silently.

"Roger, you are the person I trust most."

Lord Dark Blade seemed to be in a bad mood. He waved his fingers in annoyance and said to the black-armored knight standing in front of him:

"I want to give you a secret task. No one else can know..."

"Say it, Tyrion!"

Rogge answered very simply. Tyrion picked up a roll of maps from the table on the edge of the throne and handed it to him:

"I want you to take a boat out to sea to find the legendary Faralon Plains of the orcs. It is an isolated island at the northern end of the mainland. It is said that the source of life of the world of Draenor is hidden on that island, but after all, this is just

Legend, but I still hope you can find it."

"There are still some usable ships at the docks of the Temple of Karabor, but I need an assistant!"

"Autumn will go with you."

"Very good! I'll leave immediately!"

Rogelio turned and left. Tyrion looked at his back and suddenly asked:

"Roger, do you still miss little Kane?"

"Kane, my son..."

Rogelio's figure shook, accelerated and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a slightly sad sentence: "How could I not want to? I just forced myself not to think about him..."

"It turns out...it turns out that everyone, everyone has something to worry about, everyone is pretending to be strong..."

Tyrion stretched out his hand and covered his cheek like a frustrated person. In this lonely darkness, he released his fragility and pain to his heart's content, hiding under the cold, increasingly dark shell.

What is left is an increasingly fragile soul.
Chapter completed!