In Ulduar, in the sealing chamber of Yog-Saron, the dark flesh of the Elder God was like a soulless body, lying in the pool full of green blood and swaying, the dozens of black tentacles were trembling abnormally, occasionally nervously slapping the liquid next to the soft body, lifting up those extremely corrosive, filled with the power of the void, and falling on the dark earth, making a faint sound of rock corrosion.

Tyrion's slender body stood at the edge of the pool of Yug-Saron, an invisible wind blowing his black swordsman's robes, and the dim light around him shrouded the High Lord's body, as if it was about to bury him in the dead darkness.

In front of his eyes, the power from the Death Realm was cutting through Yug Saron's body little by little, so that the soulless fallen body continued to remain weak, and the essence of death was like a never-ending gust of wind, and wherever it went, no matter how twisted life was, it would wither and eventually wither due to the blessing of death, like a flower that bloomed and failed, like a fallen leaf in autumn, like a branch trembling in the cold wind.

This is no weaker force than the Deep Void, which may corrupt everything, even the mighty Titans, but alas, it still can't corrupt death...

Tyrion looked at the ceremonial dagger in his hand that was wrapped in the brilliant seven-colored heavenly locks, this purple ceremonial dagger that looked very simple on the waist of Chaldea had already revealed its true ugliness and appearance in line with the identity of the Fifth Ancient God under the gaze of the Great Lord.

It was a strange material covered with strange gray and white bone spurs, like the claws of some ancient beast, and in the center of the S-shaped curved bone dagger, there was a tightly closed eyeball, it was self-aware, it should have been open, but now, it, or the chaotic consciousness inside this ancient evil thing, seemed to be afraid of that gaze.

From Tyrion. The gaze of the Dawnblade.

"I remember a time when we could be considered friends, I spent more than 20,000 souls of ugly pirates to buy some knowledge about the Elder Gods from you, we made a pleasant deal, you betrayed your brother in exchange for my friendship, alas... You don't value it. ”

The High Lord flicked the light dagger in the air, and found that it was not suitable for hand-to-hand combat, its balance was a mess, its bone blades were not sharp, and the meaningless bone spur decorations seemed to be a symbol of some kind of evil, but they had no practical meaning... Instead, it hinders the dagger's stabbing effect.

This disappointed Tyrion a little, the High Lord was a man who liked to collect weapons, but the large dagger in front of him was undoubtedly just a ritual thing, and it was not even a real weapon.

"Alas, even as a weapon, you are so disappointing, so unqualified..."

At this moment, Tyrion felt the dagger in his hand tremble, and he didn't know whether it was fear or anger, but this did not affect the Great Lord's chat**, he flicked his fingers, and the power of death lingered, and he suspended the sealed dagger in mid-air, and between the strange mist emitted by the withering flesh and blood of Nayug Saron, the High Lord continued:

"Of course, I can understand your thoughts at the time, in front of you, the well-informed Fifth Ancient God, who is full of dark glory, at that time, I and my Darkblade Legion were just a regional force with some potential, not even as powerful as the forces of some of your past hosts, so you think I am just a dispensable partner, and my friendship is not as valuable as I think it is..."

"I can understand that."

Tyrion wasn't angry, he wasn't angry, he was like saying something very ordinary, but every time he said it, the blade of the Dark Empire suspended in mid-air trembled, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict, there were a lot of emotions surging in Chaos's heart, maybe it was impossible to distinguish specifically, but there was definitely one of them... It's called fear.

Saratas is a well-informed soul, but it is precisely because of her knowledge that she is more aware of... There is a good chance that she will not escape today.

Not only because the Great Lord she hadn't seen for a long time showed an absolutely superior power in front of her eyes, but more importantly, in Tyrion, she smelled the smell of the spirit that belonged to the world, that is, before she knew it, this Great Lord of Death had already been connected with the weak spirit of the planet, and he was on Elune's side, which meant that there was no longer room for buffering between him and the Elder God on the side of Saratas.

The ruthless Tyrion would not allow the Elder Gods to continue to exist, even if it was just a disembodied ancient ghost who had been devoured in flesh and had been forced to hide in the shadows for hundreds of thousands of years, displaced, pitiful and helpless.

Yes!

This bastard wouldn't let her go so easily...

As soon as he thought of this, Saratas, who was hiding in the blade of the Dark Empire, felt his dark soul swaying.

Is there any fear for the Elder Gods who were born to devour planets?

Of course they are! It's just that this depraved mood is very deeply hidden, and in most cases, it will not be reflected.

"You... What the hell do you want to do! ”

After a few minutes, the long silence made Saratas feel extremely depressed, under the indifferent gaze of the Great Lord, she finally couldn't help it, in the center of the Dark Imperial Blade entwined by the seven-colored chains, the closed eyeballs suddenly opened at this moment, the dilated eyeballs rotated a few times, and then stared at the Great Lord:

"Say! What do you want? Or just kill me! Or..."

"Bang"

Before Saratas could finish speaking, the power of death that lingered around the blade of the Dark Empire suddenly tightened, like a steel finger around the neck, and between the collisions of power, one-third of the front end of the stubborn dagger blade was completely annihilated under the riot of the cold power!

Not smashing! It's not a break... but annihilation!

From the material form to the purest elemental body in an instant, the fracture is smooth and natural, as if the blade never existed!

The blade of the Dark Empire has never been a simple place for Saratas, nor is it some kind of mysterious symbol, the connection between this dagger and the fifth ancient god is much deeper than it seems on the surface, it can be said that this bone dagger is an extension of the consciousness of the fifth ancient god, and it is part of its fallen soul, and now, the annihilation of the blade is like a red-hot long sword piercing the heart of a life, the kind of pain that directly acts on the soul, so that the caught off guard Saratas let out a deafening scream at this moment.

The power of her depravity was like a sonic boom at this moment, shaking in all directions, and the dark storm mixed with endless whispers rushed towards her face, blowing up the Great Lord's long gray hair, however, it did not hurt the Great Lord... Between the bursts of fallen power, a dark red, moonlight-like halo shrouded Tyrion's body, perfectly counteracting the power of the Fifth Old God, which was not so powerful.

"Know who you are now!"

Tyrion moved his body backwards, the blue power of death flowing rapidly behind him, and in the blink of an eye, an ice-like throne appeared behind him, the high lord leaned on the throne, his hands on the armrests, he looked very relaxed at the broken blade fixed in the dark air in front of him, he flicked his fingers, and whispered:

You can think of it as a "friendly" reminder, or a warning "carved into the bone marrow". ”

"Now, get out of your warm little den, little Saratas."

The Great Lord's cold voice echoed in the darkness, not strong, not even like a request, but the Fifth Ancient God, who was curled up in a ball in the broken blade of the Dark Empire, knew very well that this was an order... If she doesn't comply, the next "warning" may directly annihilate her existence.

The blow just now was like a signal, and it had already told her the current power of the Great Lord in an extremely obscure way, as one of the ancient gods born in ancient times, she was the most powerful minions of the Void Lords of the Void Realm, and the power of the Void was also a pure high-level power, but this kind of power was not useful at all when facing the Great Lord.

In other words, the power of death in the hands of the man in front of him is already enough to match her "masters", that is, the Void Lord wandering in the Void World... and the extreme creatures of arcane power - Titans, mythical creatures of one rank.

Tyrion, having touched the edge of that life rank, may not be a match for the Void Lords, but he is definitely beyond what the Elder Gods can deal with, unless... Unless the ancient Asha reappears, or the power of the four existing ancient gods merges into one.

"Buzz"

With the rapid atomization of Yug Saron's severed bodies, the flesh essence was quickly transformed into something more pleasing to the eye.

In the glow of the dark purple power of the void, a pulsing light flowed out from the eyes of the Dark Imperial Blade, like a touch of enchanting smoke that appeared extremely thick in the darkness, and like a thick fog, in that mist, with the distortion of Yug-Saron's flesh essence, a slender figure quickly appeared.

She walked out of the dark purple mist with graceful steps.

It was not a projection of energy, but a real body that Saratas had fashioned from the flesh and blood of his companions, no different from the body of a mortal.

Her body is slender and perfect, especially the waist that is pinched, and the upper body is not plump, but with this perfect body, there is a trace of charm that can dazzle all men, especially the long legs that are so slender that they touch the heart Sutra, between steps, it is like a paradise slowly opening.

She has long purple hair, very light and scattered on her ** shoulders, the long hair is very unique, not pure purple, but a luster infiltrated by the void, which represents the manifestation of the power of the void in the present world, between her walks, the tail end of the long purple hair shines with a luster like stars, as if reflecting the whole world.

On her white chest, a strange pendant hangs, resembling the image of an octopus, but upon closer inspection, it is actually the manifestation of the body of the old god very similar to the bodies of Yug Saron and Cthun.

Under the calm gaze of Tyrion sitting in front of the throne, Saratas, who appeared in human form for the first time, stood in the purple mist, this somewhat clever fifth ancient god simulated the size of the High Elves, presumably, she felt that appearing in front of Tyrion in such an image would add a touch of different possibilities to her current uncertain fate.

The ancient gods have no gender, but Saratas has existed in the form of a female soul for the past tens of thousands of years, and she does not have the shame of mortals.

However, in Tyrion's eyes, from beginning to end, there was no light representing "**".

It was as if he was looking at a work of art.

"Hmm..."

The Great Lord turned to his side, propped his chin with his left hand, and said:

"Perhaps, you are not useless, in you, I see another possibility of life..."

"I know that at the beginning of the Ancient Chaos, you and your brothers came to this world to claim it for your master, but unfortunately your luck was not good... You were devoured by the weak, four-headed old gods, and you died from the beginning, leaving only a weak soul, and that may have been a disaster, but for now, you should be glad for it. ”

"I won't allow a true Old God to exist in Azeroth, but you... Maybe you're worthy of me opening up for you..."

Tyrion looked at Saratas's purple eyes, which seemed to be able to speak, he coughed lightly, nodded at the purple-haired beauty in front of him, and said in a tone of course:

"Get on your knees, then."

A hint of resentment appeared on Saratas's face, she knew what Tyrion's request represented, the arrogant elf in front of her was asking her to offer her loyalty, however, this was not what a great, powerful, Elder God with a mission to the Void should do, before her, in the journey of the Void to corrupt several universes, in the war where countless stars fell, no Elder God had ever succumbed to other forces.

She... Don't want to be the first traitor!

Not only is that humiliating, but... Very dangerous! Emptiness cannot accommodate traitors.

"I can't do that!"

In a seductive voice, Saratas struck a pitiful gesture, and she swayed her perfect body, which was so dazzling that it was hard to think, and she pleaded:

"If I betray the Void... My fate will not be easier than death, I can't do that! Please, I can do things for you, but I can't... I can't..."

The sobbing of the beautiful woman in front of him made the Great Lord sigh, the tender Tyrion seemed to be moved, he straightened up and stretched out his finger towards Saratas, the Fifth Old God did not dodge, let the cold fingers gently touch her cheeks, the Great Lord stroked the face, he pulled Saratas's body close to him, in a very ambiguous gesture, he was like a lover, and whispered in the hot ear of Miss Fifth Old God:

"My dear Saratas..."

"You're dead... Or don't die, what will happen to you..."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

This question caused the unwispred body of Miss Salatas, who was caressing the chest of the Great Lord like the gentlest lover, to a sudden frustration, and at this moment, all the emotions on her beautiful face disappeared, replaced by a cold gesture, and she pushed on the High Lord's chest with a look of disgust, allowing herself to stand in front of Tyrion again.

She snorted:

"That's the man... Huh"

The next moment, the young lady knelt in front of the Great Lord very decisively, she lowered her head, like the most loyal guard, seeing this action, a satisfied smile flashed on Tyrion's cold face, he reached out and stroked Saratas's long purple hair, as if stroking his own pet.

"That's good..."

"Bang"

The power of death touched the body of the Fifth Old God, and behind her, the blade of the Dark Empire, which had existed as a body... Suddenly cracked!

As if to represent... Say goodbye to the past, and be resolute to run towards a new life.