At the moment Dai Lin sank into the water, a faint whisper sounded under the sea, followed by dark fluctuations that disturbed his thoughts. The great lich frowned. Beside him, Terry

Ang shook his head, pulled out the Apocalypse from his back, and like a bolt of dark lightning, rushed into the deep sea water.

The moment he entered the sea, the Archlich could vaguely see the mysterious figure of Valkyr Agatha also appearing in the sea water.

A moment later, a dull cry of pain resounded from the bottom of the sea. At the same time, the darkness covering the entire sea suddenly dissipated at this moment. Tyrion's figure quickly returned to the ice floe. He flicked the sword blade,

The moon-shaped blade was stained with a trace of purple blood that people had to pay attention to.

"Keep it. The blood of the ancient gods is very precious."

Tyrion froze the drop of blood and handed it to the Archlich. He looked at the sea where the starlight reappeared and said softly:

"The weakest must have the consciousness of the weakest... Conspiracies and tricks cannot change the real balance of power. This time, maybe N'zoth can learn to behave better..."

"It is said that the ancient gods are sealed in their own cages, but you can hurt their bodies... Could it be that they have escaped?"

The archlich asked with interest, and Tyrion shrugged:

"The Titans have left a big trouble for this world. The ancient gods and the core of the world are closely integrated. It is difficult to say their current state, but it will be a matter of time for them to escape one by one. We cannot kill them yet.

Unless this world grows to a more powerful stage, but how to say, this is a disappointing topic, because... the method of communicating with the core of this world is not in our hands."

"Then are they enemies? Or?"

The archlich asked again, and this time Tyrion answered simply:

"Of course, these ancient gods' creations and their believers will kill every one they see. Don't be lenient."

"Wow"

While the two were talking, the Sea King Power that sank into the sea once again squeezed out of the water and appeared on the sea. At the very front of the battleship, on the mast pointing diagonally toward the sky, hung the blood-dried head of the ship.

The sea beast's shriveled body, its tentacles hung feebly like the deep sea, but this time, its owner could no longer save it.

Dailin was standing on the deck. In front of him, Lord Stormsong was kneeling and trembling. His master had also abandoned him.

The cold command knife was placed on the twisted flesh of Lord Stormsong. Dai Lin did not need this traitor to repent. He looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice:

"The original glorious bloodline of Stormsong will be extinct... It starts with you! As for your master, I will find him!"

"puff"

Between the flip of his wrist, the twisted head hit the deck weakly as the smelly blood sprayed out. Lord Stormsong's soul seemed to still retain a human body. Amidst the greedy whimpers of the Sea King, this twisted head

His soul was pulled by invisible hands, and he was pulled into the deep cabin with a look of horror on his face.

What came next was the sound of chewing that was unbearable to hear.

"So, my general, has the anger in your heart dissipated?"

Tyrion's voice sounded behind Dai Lin. The admiral shook his head and stretched out his hand to straighten his captain's hat. His blue eyes looked at the sea that had returned to calm. After a moment, he said:

"Not yet, far from it... I'm going to see Queen Azshara, "visit" her underwater empire, and ask her what she thinks about my death in battle, and at sea

The King Power is hungry...did you hear that? She's very hungry..."

"How long will it take?"

"About 1 or 2 months."

Dai Lin looked back at Tyrion. There was not much emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, took off the silver anchor pendant hanging around his neck, and handed it to Tyrion:

"Give it to my daughter or son for me... and tell them never to come to me after I die."

Tyrion took the silver anchor pendant. He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. This small pendant shone with a mysterious light. At first glance, it looked like it was not a mortal thing. The Dark Blade King put it away.

, he said to the indifferent admiral:

"There is a ghost fleet I prepared for you off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale. I call it... the Crimson Sword."

"What the hell is this name?!"

Dai Lin cursed, then waved her hand impatiently:

"Just leave if you have nothing to do. I'm going to do my thing."

"It's yours anyway."

Tyrion shrugged. As the portal opened by the Archlich shone, he turned back to look at Daelin, who had her back turned to him. He said softly:

"If you can't find Naga, you can go to the sea outside Tol Barad and take a look. I heard that the underwater city called Vashj'ir is very beautiful... After you destroy it, don't forget to give it to me.

I’ll bring a few souvenirs.”

"Also, Dai Lin, welcome to join the Dark Blade."
Chapter completed!