"oh?"

Tyrion took a sip of the cold wine. He squinted his eyes and savored the wonderful feeling of the wine in his taste buds. Looking at Farodis, he whispered:

"As smart as you are, why haven't you discovered it yet? Prince Farodis, when you stand in front of me... you have regained your body... You're welcome."

After Tyrion's reminder, Prince Faroldis lowered his head and looked at his soul body that seemed more solid in the warm firelight. In addition to the lack of flesh and blood, the abnormal illusion of ghosts was already there.

He physically disappeared, and before he noticed it, he could even feel the warmth brought by the flames burning in the fireplace.

That strange sense was something he had never felt in the past ten thousand years of soul imprisonment.

At this moment, even Faroldis, the wisest magic prince in the Elf Empire, seemed a little confused. He reached out and took the wine glass handed over by Tyrion. Feeling the slight coldness of the glass against his fingertips, he

Like a country bumpkin, he put the red wine under his nose and sniffed it. The strange sweetness with a hint of blood and the unfamiliar smell even made the Magic Prince's taste buds burst.

Finally, he trembled slightly, put the wine in his hand to his mouth, and felt the cold liquid flow into his mouth along his tongue. The chaotic taste made him suddenly widen his eyes at this moment, as if

Like being struck by lightning.

This sluggish posture lasted for nearly ten seconds, until Tyrion's cough woke him up. At this moment, Prince Faroldis lost his hostility and vigilance, and stared at him with his new green eyes.

Looking at Tyrion in front of him, he said solemnly:

"You...who are you? Queen Azshara's curse was actually caused by you...by you..."

"Azshara, the most powerful woman in the history of Azeroth, I admit that the complexity of the curse she cast through the Tidestone is beyond my understanding. The principle of that curse is very obscure and I cannot unravel it.

, I admit it.”

Tyrion shook the wine glass and looked at Prince Faroldis:

"But I don't need to unravel it. You are ghosts, a special variant of undead creatures, but you are still undead... As long as you are undead, you must obey the rules I set for this land.

..."

The great lord drank up the remaining wine in one gulp. He put down the cup and looked at Prince Farodis with a smile:
Chapter completed!