He reached out and took out a frozen dragon blood bead from the pocket on his waist, and waved it in front of the mage:

"Are you thirsty?"

"What?"

The resurrected mage was a little dazed, but his eyes subconsciously followed the dragon blood bead in Tyrion's hand. Tyrion could clearly see that his Adam's apple twitched. Obviously, he felt weird about blood in his heart.

Hungry and thirsty, aroused.

But probably because he was used to suppressing his body's thirst for magic power, the old mage did not act immediately. At this moment, the second mage also woke up, and his eyes were also a numbing red.

Compared with the calmness of the old mage, the second young mage was much weaker in suppressing the rising desire in his body. His eyes looked directly at the dragon blood bead in Tyrion's hand, and he asked in a low voice

:

"What is that? Give it to me! Give it to me!!"

"OK."

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth. He stretched out his hand to break the freeze on the surface of the blood beads and suspended the blood in his hand. He looked at the young mage whose whole body was trembling and said softly:

"Want it? Just get it yourself..."

This sound made the young mage subconsciously reach out his hand, but it was knocked down by Tyrion's sword. The death knight looked seriously at the elf in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"No hands allowed! Feel the hunger in your body, the desire for blood, the power formed by desire, use it! Use it to get it!"

"If you can't do it!"

Tyrion's voice became colder:

"Then you are a failure! I don't need a weakling who can't control power!"

"well..."

A hoarse sigh sounded in the darkness, and the dragon blood bead suspended in Tyrion's hand was pulled forward by another identical but weak force, and fell into the hand of the elegant old mage.

Looking at the dragon's blood beating on his fingers, he did not swallow it immediately. Instead, he set his sights on Tyrion.

"My name is Severn...Seven. Flame, a high-level mage of the Fire Wing Legion. But now it seems that I may have become a monster. Why don't you introduce yourself? The stranger who turned me into a monster!"

Hostility filled the darkness. Faced with this question, Tyrion calmly took out another dragon blood bead and let it float in his hand. He looked at the old mage Severn in front of him:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn. I want to correct one thing. Mr. Severn, you are not monsters, although you are so fragile to the manipulation of blood! But I still welcome you to join this organization... We

We have our own name, our name is Sarain!"
Chapter completed!