"Tustin...my good friend Tyrion, you look like you could use my help!"

At the moment when Apocalypse began to bite Archimonde's soul, behind Tyrion, on the edge of the broken floating island of Dalaran, in the dark mist escaping, the strange voice of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, came out.

The sound started.

He had come to fulfill his promise, but Tyrion no longer needed him.

"Sorry, Bwonsamdi..."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the troll Death rubbing his hands, a hint of indifference flashed in his black eyes:

"But I suddenly discovered that maybe I can handle the soul in front of me by myself, and you don't need to worry about it anymore. I'm sorry to make you run in vain... but I will compensate you with 50,000 troll souls.

How about it? Is this enough to express my apology?"

"Shua"

At this moment, the sky over the entire floating island of Dalaran turned into a deep and indifferent scenery of the dead world, and the eyes of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, who always had a playful smile on his face, also had a sulky expression under the bone mask.

A spear composed of soul power appeared in his hand.

"You're kidding, aren't you? My friend Tyrion...I love your jokes, but now, step aside and I'll just take my share!"

"Oh, are you not satisfied?"

Tyrion moved his wrist and said softly:

"Then 100,000 troll souls? Or, more? Until you are satisfied!"

"Wow"

Nine black tentacles entwined with a cold and strange aura suddenly sprang up from the newly formed strait under the floating island of Dalaran, bringing up huge waves. The unsettling aura of the Realm of Death was like

It is like a double superposition, becoming deeper and deeper. In the eyes of people in this world, Dalaran Floating Island seems to have been pulled into another world, and has long since disappeared.

"I told you long ago, stupid Bwonsamdi... Mortals cannot be trusted!"

A sharp female voice intervened in the conversation. In the sky behind Tyrion, a pair of hazy and chaotic eyes slowly opened in the breath of the realm of death. They looked at the place below and above with the eyes of a toy.

Tyrion Confronted by Bwonsamdi:

"I have been observing him for a long time. He is not the kind of character who would surrender to anyone...Am I right? Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn! That little bitch Agatha thought you could protect her.

But I'm curious, can you really...can?"

The Dark Blade King turned around and looked at the looming figure of a huge woman's upper body entangled in the sky, entangled by dark thunder. A trace of resentment shone in his eyes, but in the end, he was still polite, as if

Like a gentleman, he nodded slightly to the woman:

"Hello... Queen of Hades, controller of the dead, Ms. Hela, I have admired your name for a long time..."

ps: This update is over. Everyone will go to work tomorrow. Have a good rest tonight, spend time with your family, and find a good state to start tomorrow's work. In addition, I am not sure whether there will be an update in November. I am not sure yet.
Chapter completed!