"You must compensate me for my losses!"

The death knight put away his weapon. Under his feet was a ferocious dragon claw. He looked back at Ansu and said in a deep voice:

"Then go to Azeroth as quickly as possible and throw it into that world, where there will be the power to deal with it. If you do what you promised me, I will do what I promised you!

"

"Azeroth!"

A tired voice sounded behind Anzu and Tyrion. Archmage Khadgar held the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand. A layer of dark magic was still wrapped around his body. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but

At this time, he stared at the death knight with a vicious look:

"You want to throw that monster into Azeroth? You are crazy! I... disagree!"

Tyrion glanced at the angry archmage with cold eyes. The next moment, he turned back to Ansu and said:

"You rush to Hellfire Peninsula now, and the garrison will help you enter Azeroth, just like we once said."

The ignored archmage felt humiliated. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and shouted:

"I said, I don't..."

"Click"

Khadgar's neck was clasped tightly by the cold gauntlet. In the explosion of death energy, the magic shield he arranged outside his body was destroyed almost instantly, and his body was pulled towards Tyrion, who

Whispered in his ear:

"Stop it, Khadgar... In this world, your opinion doesn't matter at all!"

"I haven't killed you yet, so you should learn to be grateful, my friend!"

The archmage who was strangled by the neck slapped Tyrion's arms crazily. After the Skull of Gul'dan was taken away, the magic power in his body was exhausted and he could not fight back at all. He felt suffocated and was dying.

In the knight's eyes, he also saw undisguised murderous intent, which reminded Khadgar of the stranger he met in Shattrath.

"Ahem...Ahem, Sephiel...you're right...you...are not worthy of trust! But Tyrion...everything you do now, everything...is in vain...
Chapter completed!