Tyrion ignored the Death Lord in front of him. He walked forward step by step. In the dilapidated palace, an old man with white hair and beard was half-kneeling in the center of the palace, seeming to be repenting and praying.

"I think Saurfang has already told you those things, so I came here this time to get an answer."

The Dark Blade King stood in the shadow of the palace entrance and asked in a deep voice:

"Are you willing to join us?"

"What's the difference?"

The old man asked in a hoarse and bleak voice:

"The moment I die and open my eyes, I will already be one of you."

"Of course there is a difference. After encountering a sudden disaster and suffering that destroys everything, it will be difficult for the living to find a new goal in life. They will be at a loss and may lose themselves in this confusion. This is not what I think.

What I see, what I painstakingly want to see, is a new civilization that is attracted by a noble goal and is willing to sacrifice everything for it..."

Tyrion explained patiently:

"They don't have much time to indulge in losing themselves. If they can't find a way forward, then I'll give them one!"

"Hate! Among thousands of emotions, only this emotion can truly and long-term guide the direction... If possible, I also hope to use some more positive emotions, but unfortunately, I am an undead, this is the only one I can control

Familiar means... So, Terenas Menethil, I need you to stand up and guide the future path for your son and the new king of Lordaeron... I need you, give it to him

New strength is injected into the blank shell."

"I need him to grow up quickly. It doesn't matter what the starting point of greatness is, it's the greatness itself that matters."

"My son, he will eventually destroy your dark empire..."

The undead King Terenas stood up. Aging and weakness had been completely expelled from this body. The gathering of death energy and the transformation of the weak dragon blood, under the hands of Saurfang, had already transformed this body.

The old king regained the bravery of his youth.

He became a warrior again. Although he was not accustomed to this kind of power, it was enough to go on the battlefield.

He turned around and looked at the Dark Blade King and the figures behind him with his brown-grey eyes. Finally, he let out a series of deep laughter.

"Of course, I am willing to join you... I will watch all this in a boring time, I will watch my son grow up slowly, I will watch him make a career, I will watch him.

..Destroy you with my own hands!”

"I...willing to guide him in the initial direction, as you said, hatred!"

Facing this malicious curse, Tyrion smiled unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand towards the king in front of him:
Chapter completed!