"boom"

The raised right fist knocked Tyrion, who was holding on to the broken sword, from the spot. Saurfang, who had lost his mind, roared and got up from the ground. His body was shaking, and he used his right hand to hold the knife that had penetrated the wound.

The broken sword, in extreme, unbearable pain, pulled the sharp blade out of the wound.

The moment the broken sword was drawn out, scorching blood splashed out, and the body of the orc warlord shook, and even fell down.

At that moment, he even felt like he was losing strength, and he also knew that if the lunatic Elf had stabbed another 30 centimeters to the right, Saurfang would have been a corpse at this time.

It is true that he is a high-level warrior of the orc tribe, but even an orc will still die if his heart is broken...

"Danglang"

The broken sword was thrown on the ground, and his battle ax had been kicked away by Tyrion. Saurfang's body shook in place a few times. He bent down and tried to pick up the half-broken sword with his right hand, but just before

The moment he raised his head, a blood-red shadow staggered into his arms, holding the broken front half of the sword with both hands. The sharp edge even cut through his flesh and blood, but at this time

Tyrion is truly at the end of his strength.

Since this is the last desperate effort, it must be a life-or-death battle...why bother with this life?

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For the Blade of Dawn!"

"For Tyrion's... destiny!"

"puff"

The sharp blade first cut through Tyrion's flesh and blood, and in his last stubbornness and madness, it pierced Saurfang's wound again. In the last surge of power in his body, at the last moment of losing consciousness.

, push the sharp blade outward.

"Tear it apart"

The wound was torn out into a more terrifying blood hole. The blood of the two people mixed together, dyeing the fallen leaves under their feet blood red. Saurfang also went crazy in the extreme pain that followed.

"Ahhhhh!"

"It's over! Enough! Die!!"

"puff"

The broken sword in the orc's right hand, driven by the endless power of the violent moment, pierced Tyrion's already exhausted body, pierced it easily, and lifted his body high into the sky, and then fiercely

Throw it out.

"boom"

The pierced body of the elf ranger rolled twice on the ground, pointing Tyrion's face towards the forest sky at his last moments. In his blurred single eye, the light of dawn dispersed the darkness, and then

Like a sword of light piercing the darkness.

The dazzling light shone on his face, and he felt no warmth at all. In the sunlight, a looming figure floated in front of his eyes, as if he could touch it if he stretched out his hand.

The last trace of strength slowly dissipated from his body, and Tyrion could only slowly close his eyes in extreme exhaustion.

"Ahem... I want to think more... I want to be with you more..."
Chapter completed!