"Don't interfere with me! Otherwise, I will drag you to hell with me if the fish is dead or the net is broken!"

The death knight threw away the box in his hand, and the dark green spar bloomed with a dark light in his hand, like a pair of open eyes, which may burst out with a light that destroys everything at any time. In the storm of concentrated energy,

In the middle, Tyrion raised his head and looked directly at the nightmare in the sky without fear. He shouted:

"You can also bet that I don't know which direction Ny'alotha is, or bet that I won't use this thing... But do you dare to bet? N'zoth, a Gul'dan, and you

Which mission of shaping the world is more important?"

"Uduar, Uldaman, Uldum, Yogg-Saron, C'Thun, Y'Shaarj! And you! N'Zoth, the Thousand Bearded God, I know more than you think! I

I know you better than you think! I am not an ignorant person who will be deceived by you! And don’t try to play tricks on me! Get out! Get out of my heart! Go back to your cage!”

"Otherwise! Let's die together!"

The scorching light from the Eye of Sargeras began to make the entire Tomb of Sargeras sway, and Tyrion was like holding up a dark green sun.

In this dazzling and increasingly unstable light, every tentacle of the nightmare illusion suspended in the darkness stopped shaking. It seemed to be thinking and weighing. In the end, the disturbing whispers and heavy

The stress disappeared in an instant.

"ha..."

Tyrion felt the retreat of the ancient god. He turned to look at Cho'gall, who was full of terror. The ogre was stimulated by this scene. The moment Tyrion turned his head, he let out a scream of terror,

He turned around and fled into the dark tunnel.

The gods he believed in retreated before Tyrion's eyes, so who was he?

Tyrion's left hand was still holding the Eye of Sargeras tightly. He knew how cunning the ancient gods were. He would not place his own survival on the kindness of these dark abyss walkers. He reached out and took Lumi.

Nas handed over the sword. He looked at Gul'dan who looked desperate in front of him and raised his chin.

"Any last words you want to say? Gul'dan."

The orc warlock, who was nailed to the stone pillar with his halberd, moved his throat. His whole body was entangled with death energy, making him completely unable to fight back. A flattering smile flashed across his face, and he was about to speak.

"Shua"

The sharp and cold sword flashed away, and all the expressions of the orc were frozen on his face. The head hit Tyrion's feet with blood splashing everywhere. The blood splashed on the death knight's face, and the latter stretched out his hand to wipe it.

wipe.
Chapter completed!