His neck was clasped by those fingers shining with pale light.

"Darkan Drasil, you have failed your city, you have failed your country, and you have failed those who have expectations for you... Now, enjoy the feeling of being swallowed by the void... This is rare

experience.”

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"Huh, we...seem to be late?"

When Myra and his party appeared in the completely destroyed forest glade, the battle was already over. The weak black knight leaned on his horse. At his feet, there was a pile of strange bones and a faint dim light.

Wrapped around these white bones, facing Myra's doubts, the black knight turned back, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the back of the dense forest.

There, the Blood Mother's blood crystal was placed intact on the ground. Myra rushed over. After confirming that Alleria had just sealed her consciousness, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Aznab, thank you very much this time."

Myra turned around and shouted to her former brother. The black knight silently shook his head:

"This is what I should do, but it's not for Tyrion, Myra, it's for you and Lumi."

"Shua"

The blood maids appeared around everyone in a strange way. When Cordana saw the intact blood maid, all the worries in her heart disappeared. But just a moment later, Keeshan's shout came here.

There was a sound in the dense forest:

"Everyone, it's time for us to go! The elven rangers are rushing in this direction... They seem to be going to support Silvermoon City. No one wants to say "hello" to them at this time, right?"

"Where is Tyrion? Your Majesty, shall we not wait for him?"

Maris was carrying Sylvanas on his back. He looked at Myra's back, and the latter waved her hand without looking back:

"Don't worry about him, he can always get away... That's the King of Dark Blades. Don't underestimate him. By the way, Mr. Maris, if you don't mind, we may have to invite you to Southern Xinjiang.
Chapter completed!