There was a playful smile on his strange human face:

"Really, I think the evil name Blood Demon suits you better, brother!"

Faced with this familiar conversation, Tyrion originally did not intend to pay attention, but after a moment, he still said softly in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you."

"Well? Why do you want to thank me? We are already brothers, aren't we?"

A false smile appeared on Talon Blood Demon's face, and at this moment, obscure consciousness sounded in his mind. His face became uglier, and he turned to Tyrion and tilted his head:

"Let's go. Mr. Gul'dan, who only gives orders from a high position, asked me to teach you more warlock spells. He is very optimistic about you, but believe me, this may not be a good thing."

"But I can feel that you have a dislike for the greedy Gul'dan. What a coincidence, I do too! Maybe we can become real "friends"!"

Talon Bloodfiend turned and left, and Tyrion followed behind him. Before leaving the hall, he looked back at the withered corpse behind him and clenched his fists.

"Although the apology seems a bit hypocritical, but... maybe I should say sorry to the unknown victim..."

His figure turned forward and finally disappeared into the darkness. His self-questioning rang in his heart, echoing like Huang Zhongdalu:

"As irresistible as death, what kind of monster will I become?"
Chapter completed!