The bright red blood ball was frozen bit by bit in Tyrion's hand. He put it to his nose and smelled it, and let out a sigh of satisfaction:

"Well...the blood of warriors is a delicacy worth tasting."

After saying that, he looked at Captain Scarlock who had run nearly 30 yards away. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. The ice epee in his hand was inserted into the ground. He stretched out his right hand and a complex red spell was written on it.

There was a flash on his arm.

"Your life is in my hands!"

The dark red death energy spurted out like a snake, crossed the not-so-long distance in the forest, clung tightly to the captain's back, and then retracted crazily.

Like a rope made of death energy, the escaping captain was caught back in front of Tyrion.

"Snapped"

The captain's body fell to the ground covered with fallen leaves in a spinning leap. He wanted to struggle to get up, but the next second, the sharp-horned combat boots decorated with black skulls stepped on his back, and Tyrion held his hands

Holding Captain Drake's heavy sword behind his back and staring at Captain Scarlock who was struggling at his feet, he said softly:

"Cowards...will not survive until the end..."

"puff"

Tyrion pressed down his arms, and the heavy sword surging with dark red light pierced the captain's armor, pierced his chest, and pinned him to the ground. The pain of the sword blade passing through his heart made Si

Captain Carlock's struggling face had veins popping out, his eyes widened, and his body was beating like a fish thrown out of the water at this moment.

The next second, this body was completely abandoned by life.

"Buzz"

A drop of warm blood, controlled by the energy of death, fell onto Tyrion's fingertips. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, with a hint of disgust in his ice-blue eyes.

"The blood of cowards...disgusting!"

At the same moment when the two leaders were easily defeated, the remaining dozen soldiers who followed the two men were also killed by the silent human knight manipulating the moving corpses.

After smashing the head of the last escaping soldier with his own hands, the silent human knight took out the sword from his body and threw it aside. The spell of resurrection of the dead also dissipated at this moment, and the moving corpses began to

Fell to the ground.

He walked up to Tyrion, bowed respectfully, and said in a jerky voice:

"The enemy has been dealt with. It's time for us to leave, Lord Tyrion."

"No, there is another one..."

Tyrion looked back at Lieutenant Drake who was kneeling on the ground with only half a life left. He walked up to the lieutenant, squatted down, and put his hand on the lieutenant's shoulder. He looked at Drake and said in a deep voice.

:

"I like warriors, so you have a chance to survive... When you return everything here to your general, don't use "cruel" to describe me! You see, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your acquiescence.

..”

Tyrion stood up and whistled. The silent skeleton war horse came to his side. The elf knight got on his horse and pulled down the broken hood. Behind him, the human knight also rode a silent war horse.

, the two people quickly disappeared into the forest, and the strange conversation between the two people could still be heard faintly.

"Grokush, do you think I am very kind? Look, I just spared his life!"

"If no one finds him in 20 minutes, he will die. This behavior is far from being kind. He will wait there alone to die... Sir, this is cruel."

"Damn Grokush, you are so humorless, why did I choose you as my retinue!"

And on Lieutenant Drake's shoulder, where Tyrion had just touched, terrible frostbite appeared on the lieutenant's skin, spreading to other parts of the body at an extremely fast speed, taking away Germany little by little.

The only heat left in Lieutenant Lark's body.
Chapter completed!