Dailin's lips moved slightly, and only he could hear the sound. At this time, on the distant sea, Garrosh, covered in blood, stared at the King of Seas, which was slowly being dragged into the deep sea by sea beasts. His eyes were filled with tears.

Blushing, the young orc lowered his weapon to his side and whispered:

"Sal, I was wrong."

"He is not hateful... He is a real warrior... He should not have ended up like this..."

As if fate was responding to Garrosh's sadness, the moment his words fell, the light of a suddenly opened space door shone in the sky above the sea, and the light scattered there, like an open door to heaven.

In the light, a black shadow fell from the sky, and his roar could be heard across the sea.

"Dai Lin! You can only belong to...me!"

"Bang"

The angry Dark Blade King hit the deck of the slowly sinking Sea King Power like a meteor, covered in blood and death. He strolled forward, and the surrounding Nagas were quickly extended to the deck one after another.

Frozen in the ice, the body of the tall Naga Warlord who raised his weapon and wanted to cut off Dai Lin's head was like being torn apart by a dozen invisible blades in an instant. The smelly blood and remains were

Corpses were scattered everywhere.

In the midst of the blood, Tyrion half-knelt in front of the dying Dai Lin. He stretched out his hand to lift his drooped head. He looked at the blurred eyes and said softly:

"I'm sorry, I came late and almost let you die in the hands of these little guys. So now, Daelin Proudmoore, are you ready to fulfill your agreement?"

The cold fingers made Dai Lin wake up for a moment. At the moment when he had a premonition that his death was imminent, he saw Tyrion wearing a blue spiked crown and wearing a dark dragon armor, just like in the tide a few years ago.

Same as on the beach of the island.

A weak smile flashed across his blood-stained face. At the moment when the Sea King Power slowly sank into the sea, he said with difficulty:
Chapter completed!