"But the character of the Dark Iron Dwarves determines that they will not be good slaves..."

This sentence made Tyrion turn his head in confusion, and he looked at Myra:

"Wait a minute, in your opinion, are there any slaves who are disobedient?"

This rhetorical question left Myra speechless, but he also understood what Tyrion meant...his cousin had been immersed in darkness for too long, when Alleria was not by his side.

, his ruthless side will always be clearly revealed.

"Bang"

In front of the two of them, a closed door was pushed open wildly. The interrogator Gerstahn, who was covered in blood, climbed out of the hell of green mist with difficulty. She let out a laugh like a night owl after escaping from death.

, she turned over with difficulty, lying on the ground breathing heavily, but when she turned her head, she saw Tyrion standing next to her, looking at her calmly.

The Dark Blade King knelt down, reached out and touched Gerstarn's pale and painful face, and took off the emblem representing the Twilight Hammer from her neck. Tyrion shook his head and said to Myra behind him:

"Look, the Twilight Hammer has taken root here, and this city is hopeless..."

As he spoke, his fingers touched Gerstarn's neck. The coldness of death made the interrogator tremble all over. She begged for mercy with difficulty:

"No! Please, let me go! Please..."

"Why refuse?"

A gentle smile appeared on Tyrion's lips, and he whispered in the interrogator's ear:

"Isn't this the doomsday you have been waiting for? The Twilight Trial you want, don't worry... I will realize it for you bit by bit. Now, go on your way in peace, you madman of Twilight's Hammer."
Chapter completed!