"Follow me, Grom. A war more important than this child's game is about to begin. It will directly determine the fate of the entire world. I need warriors like you..."

"In exchange, I will give you a chance to liberate the souls of all the orcs..."

Grom's eyes changed drastically several times. Finally, he glanced at the battle ax in his hand, looked at his trembling hands, and asked in a low voice:

"A curse of blood?"

"Yes, freedom of soul, body and will."

Tyrion waved his finger lightly, and the roaring army of death roared out from every corner of the battlefield. Under the will of the great lord, they roared silently, like a dark and turbid current, sweeping away those who were showing off their might behind them.

The demon was completely overwhelmed.

"What about this war? You...are you not going to intervene?"

Grom looked at Tyrion, who tilted his head and said calmly:

"It's just a child's game..."
Chapter completed!