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15. The Battle of Ironforge. The Simple Man(2/2)

"You know what? Your sense of right and wrong is really twisted, my friend."

A smile also appeared on Tyrion's face, and he nodded:

"Yes, I know, you are not the first to say that."

"Shua"

Apocalypse cut through the throat, and the sharp blade did not cause Danas to feel much pain. Before he died, a cold palm was pressed against Danas' shoulder, accompanied by that cold power.

Seeping into his body, at the moment when his soul was gradually lost in the darkness, he heard a gentle voice.

"Now, Danath Trollbane, my favorite general, welcome to join the Dark Blade..."

Seeing Danaus Trollbane's body being wrapped in dark red death energy, Tyrion nodded with satisfaction, as if he had completed a masterpiece, and he put Apocalypse back into the scabbard on his back.

Standing on the collapsed city wall, he could clearly see the battlefield. The dwarves who had the upper hand just now had abandoned their easy victory. Amid the roar of the officers, they quickly retreated with the steam tanks and headed towards

Retreat in the direction of Ironforge.

Obviously, they also realized that in this crazy "switching home" strategy, while they were making great progress, they had fallen into the despicable trap of the undead.

If Ironforge falls into the hands of the undead, what's the point even if they wipe out all the undead here?

But the battlefield is like this. The defeat of one side is an opportunity for the other side. Although the lower-level knights and high-level knights suffered heavy casualties, under the command of Tyrion's direct will, the scattered undead infantry on the battlefield were once again integrated.

They counterattacked towards the human and elven legions that had lost support on both sides of the battlefield.

Judging from their numbers and equipment, their victory... no, the hope of leaving this snowy mountain of death alive is very slim.

The battle of chasing death and chasing the north did not arouse the interest of the Dark Blade King at all. After regaining control of the battlefield, he turned back, calmly looked at a corner in the cold ruins behind him, and said softly:

"How long do you want to watch there?"

"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I "invite" you to come out?"
Chapter completed!
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