The heavy staff was wrapped in arcane magic, and it hit the ice sealing Tyrion like a sharp blade. But the moment the staff hit it, a black-gloved hand broke through the ice.

Block, firmly grasped the staff, and the ice wrapped around Tyrion shattered at this moment. He looked at Jaina in front of him, who was reversely controlled by excessive magic, and he shook his head sadly.

"Children should not play with adults' toys... This is not the power you should control now. It is too dangerous for you."

"Bang"

With a soft sound, the Dark Blade King's fingers crushed the ice around Jaina's neck. With the influx of weak but sharp necromantic energy, the circulation of ice blood that was surging crazily in Jaina's body was blocked.

Forcibly interrupted, the spread of the terrifying frost wave stopped at this moment. Jaina, who was already exhausted, rolled her eyes and fell into Tyrion's arms.

The King of Dark Blade stroked the daughter of the sea's long, pale hair, and he softly hummed a lullaby:

"Sleep, sleep, good boy, when you wake up... you will see a new world."

He held Jaina Proudmoore and stood in the center of the ice storm. The shocking pale ring almost enveloped the entire Lake of Lordamre and the surrounding land, under the raging of uncontrollable frost.

, this land will be barren of grass.

The girl in his arms has the power... to change the world.

"Dead spirit! Let her go!"

"Let go of Jaina! You madman!"

Two loud shouts sounded one after another at the edge of the lake. Tyrion raised his head. In front of him, there was the hurried Archmage Kel'Thuzad and a group of battle mages. Behind him, they rushed out of the city with the royal guards.

, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron wearing paladin armor.

"very nice..."

Tyrion's fingers moved slightly, a wisp of bone-chilling ice beat at his fingertips, and a trace of joy flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
Chapter completed!