"His appearance may be the aftermath of death, but this arrogant and controlling aura is entirely his own product... My little cutie, you have to learn from him, his strategy, his will, his thinking, he is a good teacher. ”

The moment the Chaldean priest sneaked up to meet Tyrion in the dark night, Salatas' voice had been floating in Chaldean's heart.

The last time in Stormstorm, after this strange being helped the Chaldeans expose the true face of Archbishop Benedictas, the Chaldeans sacrificed the souls of 99 vicious prisoners to the dagger as agreed, and since then, her voice has become sweeter and sweeter, like tasting honey, but full of deadly poison inside.

Although the seemingly omniscient dagger had helped the Chaldeans a lot, the Chaldean priests, who currently represented one-third of the managers of the Stormwind Kingdom, were still using the power of the dagger with caution.

He knew that she was dangerous, and that if he failed, the dagger would abandon him mercilessly, and that she had a bad record.

"Tyrion. Dawnblade undoubtedly wanted to join the Destroyer, but he probably didn't think that those who dared to do so would end up betraying their relatives, maybe he realized the crisis, maybe he didn't, but this is the opportunity you can take advantage of, cutie, listen to me, you just need..."

"Hey, mysterious Fifth Old God, Miss Saratas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?"

Before Saratas could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Tyrion's sudden greeting, which made the Fifth Old God, who had always held the initiative, eeriely silent for a moment, and then she said as if she complained:

"You see, some people just hate it... There's no way he's going to hear you and me, don't be afraid, cutie, he's just bluffing! ”

And the Chaldean priest could not remain calm, because the whispers of Saratas, including the name of Saratas, were a real taboo in his heart, and besides him, even his closest pillow person, his lover Miss Millie, did not know the secret.

Now, this secret has been revealed by Tyrion, which makes Chaldea how not to panic.

The power of the delicate shadow wrapped around the Chaldean priest, which was two extremes that were completely different from the power of the Holy Light in the past, the deep and dark power hovered around his body, and seemed to make his whole person escape into the shadows, the fluttering power shone like a tentacle in the surrounding night, and this darkness was deeper than the night itself.

This is the power of the Shadows, the absolute backdrop of the Light, but it is also an extremely aggressive and destructive force that can be mastered by a few priests.

"Well, I'm angry."

Tyrion shrugged, his fingers spread out and clenched, and a humming Demon Blade Apocalypse appeared in his hand, and at this moment, Saratas's voice in Chaldean's heart suddenly became sharp:

"Stand back! You're no match for him, that sword... It's dangerous! ”

"Buzz"

Seeing that Chaldea took a few steps back, the playful Tyrion raised the magic blade in front of him, shook it, and whispered:

"Now, do you want to talk?"

"Cutie, let me talk to him!"

Saratas, who has always used soft and delicate seduction as a means, became strangely tough at this moment, and after feeling the will, Chaldea nodded silently, and the next moment, his eyes turned into a strange pure black, and the power of the shadows floating around his body slowly dissipated.

Chaldea raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, and that he seemed to be a little uncomfortable with his new body, and it was not until a few seconds later that he spoke:

"Well, flesh and blood, so weak, but he has formed a dark cocoon, and will soon break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly and become a member of the truly great."

The voice was hoarse, weird, delicate, deep, it was a woman's voice, it was good, but it was as dangerous as a man-eating flower.

Tyrion knew that it was the mysterious Fifth Ancient God, hidden in Saratath, who now dominated the body of the Chaldeans. The Hidden Ones of the Blades of the Dark Empire, the Chroniclers and Destroyers of the Ancient Era, the Poor Ones who have been betrayed and eaten by their kind.

"Then you will abandon poor Chaldea as you have abandoned the others, and I already knew the end when I guided him to you."

The magic blade in Tyrion's hand disappeared suddenly, and he looked at the Chaldean priest who was controlled in front of him, and he said with some pity:

"Everyone who holds you thinks they are chosen, but everyone is just a carrier destined to be abandoned, you don't have a master, right? Madame Saratas, you will never have a host. ”

"It is always a pleasure to see this weak heart sink into darkness."

Salatas took control of the Chaldean body in a very feminine pose, and he looked at Tyrion with an undisguised look of appreciation in his pure black eyes:

"You! Tyrion. Dawnblade, if there is anyone in this world that I willingly follow, it must be you, destruction and destruction... That's true beauty, and you know how to appreciate it! Finally, there is one of you mortals who can be looked at differently by me. ”

"No, no, no, don't compliment me like that, ma'am."

The King of the Dark Blades smiled:

"I've got a headache in my hand, and I don't want to get myself in any more trouble."

"Apocalypse?"

Saratas flicked his fingers and said, intentionally or unintentionally:

"The blade just looks unruly, you obviously haven't found a way to control it, the impostor whispers madly in your ear all the time, but it seems to me to be just a senseless noise. What a layman! Perhaps, let me show it the right technique, or maybe, I can help you tame it? ”

"No, you don't."

The smile on Tyrion's face faded, and he said calmly:

"The process of solving the problem is half the fun, I don't want to give it to anyone else, okay, that's the end of the chat, you should feel it, Enzos, the demon of a thousand whiskers, the power of the murderer who once devoured part of your body, is haunting this land, it is obviously planning something, and whatever it wants, I don't want to see it succeed, so, interested in getting involved?"

"Enzos, the idiot, has lived too long... It is the weakest of us, but for now, it seems to be the one that comes closest to success, and ironically, the weakest may be the victor in the end. ”

Saratas said a little lazily:

"But it is destined that only one person can devour this world, this is the predestined rule, and besides, it is not a murderer, how do you know that I was eaten by them in the first place, not some small "conspiracy" of mine? ”

"So you're not interested?"

Tyrion ignored the linguistic trappings of the old suspicions, and he asked bluntly:

"Will you let Enzos take the soul of this land? Are the Elder Gods so generous? ”

"Who says I'm not interested?"

Saratas snorted:

"The plane barrier here is weak and can be easily torn apart, but the real Shadow and the Light meet here, and it will surely erupt into a very interesting disaster, and I am eager to see it, and teach the dishonest Enzos a lesson... This guy has been wreaking havoc in this world for a long time, and his conspiracy has not all succeeded, but those who succeed have endless troubles, and it is an obstacle. ”

"Very well, Stosun Valley, that's its home base, go for it."

Tyrion pointed to the north and said to Saratas in front of him:

"I'm also looking forward to seeing your destructive power, and by the way, Naga's power is there, too."

"Naga! These deep-sea fish are always begging for all the scraps from Enzos, but their queen is greedy, she wants more, and she would be a good pioneer. ”

Saratas stretched out his hand and brushed it at the edge of his mouth, it was very spicy for a man to make such a gesture, but Tyrion turned a blind eye to it, he knew very well that Salatas had not yet said his conditions.

"I'll help you destroy the order here, I'll help you squeeze the existence space of the Human Empire, help you unite them, I've helped you so much!"

Saratas whispered:

"What do I get? I've heard that your nickname is "Generous" Tyrion, and maybe, you won't let me down. ”

"Ding"

An object was thrown at Saratas's feet, and she controlled Chaldean's body to pick it up, it was a purple gem full of soul power, shining with an eerie light in the night, Saratas put it to his nose, sniffed it gently, and then, he nodded in satisfaction.

"32,934 painful souls... So much death, so much power..."

"You are indeed a person who does great things, much more generous than my little cutie, however, the souls of filthy pirates are full of impurities, and they are not so delicious, next time you ask me for help, maybe you can send me some delicious, pure souls, such as 999 pure maiden spirits, then I will be more willing to help you."

Tyrion's face remained unchanged, and he whispered:

"If I can find another pirate colony of Liberty before I leave Kul Tiras, I'm willing to hand over all the ugly souls I harvest to you, and use them as waste."

"One more thing, about Cthun and his bugs, I want to find a soul from the dark realm of Cthun..."

The Lord of the Blades said the second thing, which caused Saratas to let out a series of rapid laughs.

"Ah, it seems that my countrymen have really annoyed you, first Enzos and then Cthun, so I wonder why you have been obsessed with finding trouble with them? We're going to be good partners, King of the Blades, and I already see that future. ”

"It's you at the end!"

Tyrion replied with a cold remark that made Saratas's laughter sound like a broken neck, and no doubt it proclaimed Tyrion's attitude, and also angered Miss Saratas, who shouted in a shrill voice:

"You are only a corrupting seed rooted in death, you do not see the irascible ghost wandering in anger and growing in pain, you are only the prey of the god of the abyss, don't talk big! Stupid necromancy, the power that belongs to our master has never completely disappeared, as if it never really appeared in this world, but the rift is already very deep, big, and beneath the abyss, some kind of power that you have never seen before is thrown and churning... The final restraint has been loosened, and you are not ready! ”

"Our master is quietly entering the realm, and all you see is a few pitiful fragments, shadows, the faintest echoes. You can ask the ethereal spirits what terrible power our master has, you have never seen it before..."

"I've seen a lot of things you've never seen before, Saratas, the Fifth Old God... I don't believe that the infection of the void cannot be removed! ”

Tyrion was tougher, interrupting Salatas' dark whispers as he whispered:

"As for the Ethereal Spirits, none of their most powerful ones dare to appear in front of me, and all I have to face are three weak "gods" imprisoned in the Titan cage, and you, a broken ghost who has been eaten by its own kind and has to survive for hundreds of thousands of years, you see, the minions of the Void, but that's it! ”

"Are you really going to win? In Azeroth? Hehe, I'm curious! ”

Tyrion moved his wrist, and he looked at Salatas in front of him indifferently:

"What if you corrupt all life? Don't forget, there's an army of death waiting for you, maybe until I take down Yog. When Salon's heart is at its core, you'll reconsider changing your door... In your stronghold, the Shadow Realm, no matter how rampant the Void Lord is, he will not dare to provoke the death of eternal silence... Look, I know all about you, and you don't know who you're fighting against! ”

"Now, tell me, do you help me, or don't you help? Do you have a good relationship with Cthun? What has it done for you that deserves the secrecy you have so devoted to it? Is it because it's "gentle" when it devours your body? ”

In the face of Tyrion's merciless questioning, Salatas undoubtedly fell behind, a strong threat is backed up by a strong force, and in this respect, Tyrion's threat is obviously more powerful.

And after being silent for more than ten seconds, Saratas also calmed down from the emotions she had been provoked before, and she let out a shrill laugh:

"Cthun is not just a compatriot to me, it was my "friend" in the endless years before the power of the void germinated, and we are "friends" beyond the meaning of the word "time" itself..."

This answer made Tyrion frown, and he asked in a low voice:

"So, price it with your favorite soul, those years, the years when you were friends, to you... How much is it worth? ”