Alleria hummed with satisfaction and kissed Tyrion's neck. When her sharp teeth pierced the cold skin and blood vessels, her voice rang in the death knight's heart:

"So, what are you waiting for?"

"Wow"

The black and cold bat wings stretched out from the back of the death knight, like the thickest shield and armor, tightly wrapping the two people leaning together. After a moment, a series of sounds that made people emerge were heard.

There was a sound in the room blocked by death energy.

This is not seeking happiness, this is just comfort among the dead...the most desperate happiness.

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"So, this is the Dragon Soul?"

Alleria, who was lazily lying in Tyrion's arms, reached out and picked up the golden disk, placing it in front of the two people. She looked at the "artifact" in her hand with scarlet eyes, and she said:

"It doesn't look as magical as the legend says. It's just like an ordinary plate."

"It requires a spell to activate it, dear, and this is not a plate."

Tyrion reached out and took the Dragon Soul. This thing was heavy to hold, like it was made of some kind of special metal. The outer shell shone with a cold light, but it was not dazzling. The overall size was slightly larger than the palm of your hand.

It has a special double-layer structure, the outer ring is pure gold, and the inner ring is a slightly brighter gold, which looks really plain.

The death knight injected a trace of dark red energy into it, just like turning on a light. With the cold death energy flowing in the dragon soul, red, green, blue, and bronze light continued.

It shone brightly, and soon the disc in the death knight's hand was reflected like the most fantastic light ball.

The dragon language runes drawn and engraved by Deathwing and Neltharion were like revolving lanterns, constantly beating on the surface of the disc. Tyrion could not understand these words, and he did not need to understand them.

.

"This thing is ominous."

The death knight put it into his storage ring. He kissed his lover's hair and whispered:

"When it was cast, it symbolized disaster, and Deathwing had been tempted by the ancient gods to fall at that time. It is difficult to say whether there are any tricks left by the ancient gods in this thing, so... we just

Will use it once!”

A glimmer of light flashed in Tyrion's eyes:

"The one that determines victory or defeat!"

Alleria sat up on the bed and hugged her husband. When there were only two of them, she did not hide her beautiful figure. It was like a work of art. She rested her head on

On Tyrion's shoulder, he whispered:

"What I'm more curious about is, is there anything else in this world that you don't know?"

"a lot of."

The death knight shook his head and reached out to touch Alleria's nose:

"For example, Vereesa... Why are people from the Windrunner family always involved in these troubles? Have you talked to her?"

This question made Alleria silent for a moment, and then she let out a long sigh:

"We have talked about it, but it has no effect, and the situation in Sylvanas is also very bad. My leaving has hurt them. After this matter is over, I have to take the time to return to Quel'Thalas, Sylva

Nas fell in love with a human... this is too bad."

"And Vereesa."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Tyrion's face: "Women of the Windrunner family always have such a miserable life. How I hope that dwarf can kill Ronin, so that we don't need to worry."

"puff"

The dagger in Alfonso's hand scratched his neck. Under the desperate gaze of Ronin, who was covered in blood, the dwarf's body fell to the cold ground. Ronin held his hand tightly, Wildhammer

The dwarf looked at him, the light in his eyes dissipating little by little.

"Don't take revenge, you are not his... opponent, leave! Leave here!"
Chapter completed!