"Wow, wow"

The Death Knights dragged lifeless corpses from the plaza, presumably because of the destruction of the good mood, and this time Tyrion's methods were somewhat... Brusque.

The deaths of the Assassins who ruined the wedding were extremely miserable, especially the leader of the Assassins who tried to assassinate the bride, every bone in his body was crushed by the violent death energy, and from his round gaze, it was clear that Tyrion had given him the right to die after crushing all his bones in order to punish him.

The best assassin of the most lethal local assassin organization, Roland "Little Knife" never thought that his unruly life would end in such a tragic manner, but he should be more worried about the future... In the hands of Tyrion, death is not the end.

And as we all know, Tyrion is never merciful to those who can spoil his mood... Mourn for poor Roland and his brothers, the soul furnace of the Dark Temple will be their final destination, provided that their ugly souls can survive under the merciless scorching of the black fire until they enter the furnace.

The trembling attendants lay on the ground, in a dead silence, trying to wipe the blood from the ground, until ten minutes later, the whole square was tidy again, and the interrupted wedding continued.

And this time, the witnesses are no longer Lord Vikres... The old lord had been frightened by the attack just now, and his already poor health had deteriorated, and he could only sit in the place before Tyrion to watch his daughter's wedding, while beside him was the lord and lady with a gloomy and somewhat uneasy face.

"Bell"

The bell rang again, but this time, the guests in the square no longer had the same joyful or jealous expressions as before, and under the indifferent gaze of the Death Knights, everyone was on pins and needles, and the tragic end of the Assassins had already shown them the consequences of wanting to leave by force, and no one dared to complain, and no one would be stupid enough to show off at this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I came here in search of something beautiful, and today, I see it."

Tyrion stood on the podium, like a host, and whispered to the guests with different expressions in front of him:

"I saw the flame of love ignited between a group of young people, overcoming the weight of class and power, and finally breaking through the obstacles of the world, and they have come to this point with all the hardships, and no one can deprive them of their happiness anymore."

"I am honored to be able to witness this happy moment with all of you."

The hand of the King of the Dark Blades commanded, and the instrument placed on the side of the square played a piece of music that no one had ever heard in the entanglement of death energy when no one was using it, very joyful, full of cheerful rhythm and sacred ritual, and in the melody of the melody, snowflakes fell in the sky, and between the snowflakes, Lucille in a wedding dress. Miss Vikres walked out of the church with stiff steps.

There was no joy in the young bride's eyes, no joy, only trepidation, everyone knew that the scene in front of her was too weird, but she didn't have the courage to refuse... She didn't dare to refuse the kindness of the King of the Dark Blades, not to mention, the man she loved the most, was also gritting his teeth and standing beside Tyrion at this time, from Alexander's eyes, she could see the same fear, but also a deep expectation, she couldn't let him down.

Miss Lucille took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind, her steps becoming more and more natural, and at last, like a real lady, she strolled to Tyrion.

And this gesture also made the King of the Dark Blades nod with satisfaction.

He coughed lightly, and under the blank gaze of all the guests, the King of the Dark Blades spread his hands, and when the ceremonial music arrived, he looked at Alexander, whose body trembled slightly, and he asked in a magnetic voice:

"Herbert. Alexander, a young merchant from Pelares, will you marry the beautiful Miss Lucille by your side under the witness of the holy death? ”

Alexander was a little nervous, he looked at Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, there was no emotion in them, only a calm, as if waiting for his answer, and after a while, the young merchant said firmly in a slightly dry voice:

"Yes, I do!"

Tyrion asked the next question:

"Whether she is poor or rich in the future, whether she is healthy or sick in the future, whether she is young or old in the future, are you willing to be with her forever? Even if death comes, it will not be far away from him? ”

"Yes, I do!"

This time Alexander did not hesitate any longer, he stepped forward, and with the courage of his heart, stood in front of Miss Lucille, and said in a loud voice:

"Even death can't separate me from my lover!"

But Tyrion didn't care that Alexander had a hint of hostility, he just turned to look at Miss Lucill, who was nervously holding Alexander's arm, and asked in the same tone:

"Lucille. Vicresse, the daughter of a nobleman from the Vicres family, under the witness of the holy death, are you willing to marry Herber by your side. Alexander? ”

Miss Lucille didn't answer immediately, and Tyrion playfully added:

"Don't worry, kid, with me, no one can force you to choose."

Alexander, on the other hand, looked at Lucille behind him with some nervousness, this very prettyly dressed young lady, and after taking a deep breath, she bravely raised her head, looked directly into Tyrion's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, I do!"

"Whether he is poor or rich in the future, whether he is healthy or ill, whether he is young or old, are you willing to spend your life with him, are you willing to stand with him to meet the challenges of the world and life? Even if the cold death comes, will you always be attached to him, and never want to part with him? ”

Miss Lucille stepped forward and stood arm in arm with her husband, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, then looked back at Tyrion, there was no more fear in their eyes, love gave them new strength.

"Yes! I do! ”

Miss Lucille's courageous answer caused the ladies of the square to fall into a long silence, and some of the older ladies, or some of the girls who were not deeply involved in the world, even shed tears of emotion when they saw this scene.

"You're not lying, I can feel it..."

Tyrion waved his hand, and the El Knight, who had been forced to change into a dress, stepped forward in silence and stretched out his hands towards the newcomer, in the palms of which were two rings encrusted with luxurious gemstones.

"The ring, not just a decoration, it is a vow, trapped on the finger, every time you see it, it reminds you to keep the vow of the day, it can feel the beating of your heart, when you want to break the vow, the ring will bind you."

Tyrion stretched out his left hand and shook the black ring on his finger towards the two young men, Alexander immediately understood what Tyrion meant, he picked up a ring, took a deep breath, raised Lucill's right hand, and put the ring on her finger gently, and then Lucille put the ring on Alexander's hand.

"Then, under the witness of death and the souls of this land that drift in the sky, I take Tyrion. In the name of the Dawn Blade, it is hereby proclaimed, Herbert. Alexander, Lucille. Vicresse is married, and I declare that even death will not be able to separate you. ”

The moment Tyrion's voice fell, the rings on their fingers flashed with an obscure light at the same time, completely linking their souls and lives.

The cheerful music sounded again, and Tyrion spread out his hands and said softly to the young couple in front of him:

"Now, the groom can kiss the bride."

This time, Miss Lucille, with her cheeks flushed, asked in a low voice:

"Do you really want to do this? The crowd..."

"It has to be done!"

A faint smile flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said expressionlessly, "It's part of the ritual!" Or am I forcing you to do so? ”

As soon as the words were finished, Miss Lucille kissed Alexander on the lips, and some of the excited ladies could not bear it any longer, and they clapped their hands and cheered in unison.

You see, even in the face of death, women are still so emotional...

"Alright, it's time for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon."

Tyrion savored the happy scene in front of him, like a parasite, almost greedily absorbing the feelings that belonged to the front of him, and after a few moments, he waved his hand, and the death knights stepped forward, forcibly "escorting" the newlyweds out of the church, stuffing them into the black carriage, and carrying the happy people out of the place with the sound of horses' hooves.

After they left, Tyrion's expression did not change much, he stood on the podium, looked at Lord Vikris below, and he whispered:

"Now that I've seen the happy things, it's time to talk about the suffering of the world... Ladies and gentlemen of Kul Tiras, I am sorry, but I would like to declare that Dai Lin. Prodmoor's reign over Coultiras ends today... He has broken my sacred agreement with him, and as the price of breaking it, his subordinates, you, will inherit the future that should have been borne by him. ”

"In the newborn kingdom, there will be no nobles, and the era of blood determining status is over, so it begins with your generosity!"

"Don't think!"

At the moment when Tyrion's words fell, Lord Stoxon, who had been secretly preparing for a long time, raised his hands, and between the fluttering black robes, the sound of heavy water suddenly sounded from this snow-covered church, this Lord was the only spell caster among the several nobles, and he was the high priest of the mysterious sea tide sages of Kul Tiras, and his power was powerful.

And between the sound of the tide, a whisper sounded in the air, which made Tyrion's face change drastically, because before... He had heard this disturbing whisper a long time ago.

"Boom"

The next moment the flood broke through the walls of the church behind everyone, and the surging tide roared across the square, sweeping the guests by surprise into the water, and rushing madly towards the cliff in front of the Snowlin Church, and below the cliff was a calm sea.

That was the source of the power of the sages of the tide.

"Scoundrel! Die! ”

Lord Stoson stood above the tide, he called for the power of the sages of the tide, and the next moment, a huge, dark black, flesh-covered barbed giant tentacle poured out of the tide, like the tentacles of a monster of the deep sea, with a huge force, slammed at Tyrion who stood tall in the tide.

The moment he saw the black tentacles appear, Tyrion's eyes became cold, and the whistling magic sword jumped into his hand, and the next moment, the black lightning-like slash swept across the sky, and the summoned tentacles were cut into four pieces by the whistling blade before they could complete even one attack, and between the smelly blood and disgusting pus flowing everywhere, Tyrion waved his hand, and the dark red death grip poked out, and at the moment when the tide disappeared, Lord and Mrs. Vikreres, who were swept away by the tide, were caught back in the square.

The next moment the illusion of the tide suddenly dissipated, and the square was covered with mud as if it had been hit by a great flood, and Lord Vikreth lay pale in the mud, while Mrs. Vikreth knelt beside her husband, looking at him who was slowly breathing low, and her face was full of tears.

Elena. Madame Vickles is a well-known thug and a poison-hearted noblewoman of the standard template, but her love for her husband is unquestionable.

"Stop chasing!"

Seeing that several Death Knights were about to jump off a cliff to hunt down the guests who had been swept away by the wave, Tyrion waved his hand and told them to come back.

"No need to chase, those guests... There is no help. ”

The King of the Blades narrowed his eyes, and in the strange light that gleamed in his eyes, he whispered:

"Mortals cannot resist the whispers of the Elder Gods, and they have indeed escaped from death, but they have thrown their souls into an even more terrible hell, the Sage of the Sea Tide... Hehe, the power from the deep sea... I should have guessed that it wasn't the territory of my "old friend" Enzos? ”

"Bang"

Behind Tyrion, the weeping Lady Vicresse knelt at his feet and pleaded:

"Please, save my Arthur, save him! Without him, my life would be meaningless. ”

Looking at the sad Lady who was crying, Tyrion crouched down and reached out to lift the Lady's face, and he looked at those sad eyes, and he whispered:

"It was the assassin you hired to kill your daughter's lover, right? You ruined my good mood... Why should I help you? ”

"I'm willing to do anything to make amends, please, just save my husband!"

The Lordess's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists, but Tyrion only glanced at Lord Vikreth and shook her head:

"He's terminally ill, and even if it hadn't been for this time, he wouldn't have survived this winter... But if you really love him so much that you don't care about the barriers between life and death, maybe I have another way to help you, but only if..."

"You've got to do something for me..."