, and there are 30,000 awakened warriors. God, you will never know what a bad experience it is for me to awaken so many zombies by myself. Behind the portal, there are blood mages waiting there, oh, yes

Yes! I still have some hidden warriors."

Tyrion raised his eyes a few inches and looked at the space behind the black dragon. He said softly:

"My dear, come out and meet Onyxia. This beautiful girl is Neltharion's daughter. She is our niece."

"Buzz"

A cold breath appeared less than 3 meters away from Onyxia. The black dragon princess turned around stiffly and saw Alleria wearing blood-red armor. She was holding a sharp knife wheel behind her.

, and 5 similarly dressed indifferent assassins.

"What a lovely girl..."

Alleria stretched out her cold fingers and touched Onyxia's cheek. She looked at her indifferently:

"Give him the stuff, honey, you don't want to see Tyrion get pissed off... that would be awful."

Under the watchful eye, the temperature in the entire hall dropped by at least 10 degrees due to the gathering of high-level undead. Luo Ning couldn't help but shudder. Onyxia stubbornly held the dragon soul in her arms.

Here, she looked at Tyrion in front of her, who had a smile on his handsome cheeks, but there was no trace of smile in his ice-blue eyes.

It's as indifferent as the ice floes on the sea, and you can never guess what kind of darkness is hidden under the ice floes exposed above the sea.

Tyrion stretched out his hand towards Onyxia, who gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and looked at the dragon soul in her hand that she had been planning for a long time to obtain. She was very hesitant, while Lumi, who was standing behind Tyrion,

Nas sneered, she stretched out her fingers and hooked them, and the high-ranking knights surrounding the four black dragons all drew out their rune weapons.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Tyrion waved his hand very dissatisfied, and the death knights put their weapons back into their scabbards. Lord Darkblade put his hand to Onyxia's chin, and lifted her cheeks that could be broken by blows.

He whispered:

"You will make the right judgment, right? You always do. I have no intention of killing Neltharion's bloodline here. Look, girl, Northern Xinjiang is a dangerous place. It is not suitable for a lovely girl like you.

For activities, go to Stormwind City, where you can show off your talents. If you perform well enough, maybe your generous uncle Tyrion will help you get rid of Nefarian...your ambitious brother."

"It's yours!"

Onyxia suddenly felt indescribable grievance. This kind of little girl's emotion should not appear in the blood of Deathwing, but it happened to appear at this time. Like an annoyed girl, she

He threw the dragon soul in his hand to Tyrion, and then forced himself not to let the tears of grievance in his eyes flow down.

"Seriously."

Tyrion put the golden dragon soul in front of him and looked at it, handed it to Alleria, and then like a real elder, he put his hands on Onyxia's shoulders, he "

"Gentle" asked the Black Dragon Princess in her ear:

"I let you go, are you really not going to thank me?"

"Thank you for your 'mercy'...Tyrion...sir!"

Onyxia almost gritted her teeth and expressed her gratitude word by word. After she finished speaking, Tyrion frowned and made a dissatisfied nasal sound.

"Hmm? Sir?"

"Uncle Tyrion..."

"Oh, so good!"

Tyrion stretched out his hand to smooth Onyxia's hair. He smiled and kissed his "niece" on her forehead, put something into her hand, and then made a "please" gesture to the black dragon princess.

Behind him, the death knights all gave way to a road. At the end of the road, there was an open portal.

The Black Dragon Princess clenched the things in her hands tightly. She walked towards the portal in silence, and her cheeks were already full of tears of shame and grievance...
Chapter completed!