"No! I refuse! I won't accept anything except this condition!"

"Oh? Then why don't you go by yourself?"

These words made Saurfang, who had a ferocious face, freeze in place for an instant.

Tyrion moved his fingers and looked at Saurfang:

"You go and protect your chief yourself. Maybe you misunderstood my request a little. Listen clearly. I will only collect payment when the time is right. You can do whatever you want.

Until you have no regrets."

"You and I know very well what kind of trouble your chief is facing and what dangers he will encounter."

He reached out and patted Saurfang in front of him, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years:

"I'll tell you the truth. If you don't want to have such a powerful soul like you, I can't forcefully recruit you now. If I just resurrect your body, it would be meaningless. For a death knight, the soul is

Most importantly, I need your willingness! Do you understand?"

"You can even go back to Draenor to see your wife, and even leave a child for your family."

This loose condition made it difficult for Saurfang to understand for a while. After a moment, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously:

"Aren't you afraid that I will break the contract? You should know very well that if I want to run away, you will never catch me again. If you lose this opportunity, you may never have it again!"

Tyrion shrugged, he snapped his fingers, and two figures quickly appeared behind him.

"Seven, Autumn, help Mr. Overseer clean up the poison in his blood, and then help him prepare a gryphon..."

The Death Knight Lord looked at Saurfang in front of him, pointed to the ground in the south, and said softly:

"It depends on whether fate favors you as it did before, Saurfang. If you are lucky enough, maybe my knights and I will die in the upcoming adventure, and then you will be completely free. But

In the final analysis, I believe in the promise made by a soldier. You regard honor as more noble than your life, and I believe you will not let it be shamed.

He walked past Saurfang. The two zombie dragons hovering in the sky let out an unpleasant roar and slowly fell to the ground. Tyrion rode on his dragon. He took a look and was receiving blood purification.

The orc warlord, who was also looking at him.

"Tyrion, now I owe you a life. When everything is over, I will fulfill my promise! In the name of the Saurfang family!"

"I am looking forward..."

Tyrion whispered, and the next time, the zombie dragon and the bone griffon flapped their wings and flew into the sky, flying towards the hills.

Saurfang is just a sideshow. Just like when he met Arthas and Varian before, it is not appropriate to change everything at this moment. Tyrion has not forgotten his most important thing at the moment.
Chapter completed!