"Aha!"

Tyrion looked at the cold corpse in front of him, and he moved his fingers very dissatisfied:

"I knew that these dwarves with brains like stones couldn't do it, they valued friendship too much, so you survived in the end, Ronin, a lucky one, an unlucky one."

"Bang"

The sharp, blood-stained dagger was thrown at Tyrion's feet, and the dejected human mage staggered to his feet, his eyes were no longer focused, he skimmed over Tyrion's body, and walked towards the door of the open hall in a daze, the human mage who had just experienced the hell of despair did not want to stay here for even a minute.

But just as he was about to step out of the hall, the Death Lord Celent stood in front of him, and Celent looked at the lost mage in front of him, and he whispered:

"I know you, mage, your name... Your name is Ronin, and you escaped once at my hands, in the Hillsbrad Hills, remember? You threw down the corpse of your companion and fled like a mouse, and I still remember the way you jumped into the portal... It's embarrassing. ”

Luo Ning's eyes did not change in the slightest, he bypassed Celent and wanted to continue walking, but was blocked by the rune blade drawn by Celant:

"What? Is it going to leave the corpse of his companion and flee again this time? ”

"Boom"

Two flames burst out in Luo Ning's palm, and the mage who was in extreme pain in his heart raised his head, and on his bloodstained cheeks, his bloodshot eyes, looked at Celent viciously, like a madman who had completely lost his mind, he gritted his teeth, let out a howl, and pounced on this damn death lord to fight to the death.

And at this moment, Tyrion's cold palm rested on Ronin's shoulder, and the cold, deathly cold quickly swam down the mage's body, forcibly extinguishing the magical flames in his palms, and freezing his feet to the ground.

"What are you doing here? Serent! ”

Tyrion frowned, looked at his men, and whispered:

"Is that how you welcome new members?"

"Huh?"

Celent and Ronin's eyes widened at the same time, and the smiling Tyrion stepped forward, stretched out his hand towards Ronin, and said "sincerely":

"Welcome to the Knights of the Darkblade, Mr. Ronin, you will find a new purpose in life here, I promise!"

"Wait!"

Thread rubbed the corners of his forehead and asked in a low voice:

"How could it be him? I thought it was the dwarf..."

"That's right! That's not right! ”

Luo Ning grabbed his hair and took a step back, the ice cubes that were freezing his feet made a clicking sound, mixed with blood and shattered to the ground, looking miserable.

The human mage looked at Tyrion in disbelief, he knew that he had entered a strange trap, and for a moment, he suddenly felt that he had no understanding of the dangerous death knight in front of him, his eyes were full of doubts and troubles, and seeing Ronin's strange eyes, Tyrion tilted his head and said:

"What's wrong? Doesn't an organization that wants to grow and grow rely on constantly absorbing winners? And if I can choose the winner as a companion, then why should I choose the loser? ”

"But..."

"Shut up! Don't talk! Let me be quiet! ”

Celent tried to refute, but was interrupted by a roar from Ronin, the mage had fallen into an extremely confused state of mind, he looked at the corpse of the dwarf at his feet, it was his friend, he looked up, looked at Tyrion, and asked with difficulty:

"Did Alfonso and I misunderstand? You are deliberately misleading us! It is not only the dead who can join you... It's okay for a living person, he doesn't have to die, right? ”

"Generally, we only absorb the dead, but there will be exceptions."

Tyrion spread his hands and whispered:

"You see, I said it, both of you are people with a lot of potential, I can only absorb one of them, and..."

The Death Knight had a look of confusion on his face, and he looked at Ronin:

"When did I say that one of you must die between you?"

"You said it!"

Luo Ning clenched his fists and roared like a lion forced into a corner:

"You said that!"

"I've only said one thing... I need a winner! It's that simple! ”

Tyrion's face became calm, and he reached out and put his hand on Ronin's chest, and whispered:

"I'm sorry your friend died, but that doesn't matter to me... You've been so scared of your senses that you haven't even thought about the questions I've left behind, and frankly, it's disappointing to me, is that the mage of the Magic City of Dalaran like this? ”

"And most importantly, why do I feel that you two have your destiny in my hands? I'm sorry, didn't I tell you, who lives and who dies, this matter shouldn't be decided by me, I gave you the opportunity, only one person admits defeat, both of them can survive, but no... The fear of death prevents you from even calming down and thinking about such a language trap, and I'm sorry I lied to you, but I didn't kill him! ”

Tyrion's fingers tapped twice on Ronin's chest:

"He's suicidal! And you, you are also an accomplice. ”

"Bastard!"

Ronin gritted his teeth and rushed up, grabbing Tyrion by the collar, and he scolded viciously:

"You bastard who jokes with human life! You're damned! You're damned! ”

"Bang"

Tyrion raised his fist, Ronin's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and smashed into the corner of the wall in embarrassment, the Death Knight stepped forward and squatted beside him, he grabbed Ronin's blood-stained hair, turned the embarrassed face over, he looked at Ronin, he asked calmly:

"Can't I?"

Luo Ning was like a real man at this moment, even if his sternum was broken several times, he stared at the Death Knight as if he didn't feel pain, and opened his mouth to spit a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Phew!"

This rude gesture did not make Tyrion angry, and he looked at Ronin calmly:

"You're right! Ronin, mage of the Knights of the Darkblade, I did make a big joke with you, but at least I let you live! In Grimbaatar, you'll be the only one alive to walk out of the city... Shouldn't you feel honored for that? ”

"Kill me!"

Luo Ning struggled and shouted, his voice as poignant as the night owl of the forest: "Kill me!" Don't ever want me to serve you! Forever! ”

"You can't help this..."

The dark red death energy passed through Tyrion's palm, and passed into Ronin's palm, and in his scream, a black broken blade emblem was carved on the back of his hand in a cruel way, and at the moment when he was desperate to die, Tyrion approached his ear and whispered:

"You will be there for me, I know that. Remember the lovely Winlessa? My dear sister, very disobedient and very arrogant, but Aurelia and I are very busy, we don't have time to teach her what to do and what not to do, so I always wanted to find someone trustworthy to protect her and teach her, and now, I have found two good friends for her, and it's good that I have found her. ”

"Remember, Luo Ning, you live, she lives! You die, she dies! Don't measure me by the narrow thinking of a living person, if you think your relatives can restrain me, then you can try..."

"So that's it, I'll hand over my sister to you, Luo Ning, don't let me down."

The cold voice made Ronin's struggle weaker and weaker, and finally, when Tyrion stood up, Ronin asked with difficulty:

"You said Winlessa would have two friends, the other... Who is the other one? ”

Tyrion didn't answer, but turned sideways, and behind him, under Ronin's desperate gaze, the Hammer Dwarf who had slit his throat with his own hands moved and stood up from the ground, and when he opened his eyes, it was a dull and oppressive gray.

"Hello, my friend... Ronin. ”

"Grimbaatar is done."

A black-robed human half-knelt in front of Onexia, reporting on what he had gathered in the wetlands:

"Before the undead joined in, the orcs who couldn't escape out of the city were all finished, the undead had slaughtered the city, the blood even polluted the groundwater, and now as soon as you get close to that city, you can hear the wails of the souls entrenched in that city, it's just too permeating."

"I don't care about that!"

Onexia leaned against the mountain that led from the wetlands to Kazmodan, the already weak black dragon princess was now left with only two or three kittens left, and the loss of the black dragon warrior Oricien was indeed a big blow to her.

Deathwing Nesario commands the Black Dragon Legion, it has its own heirs, like other dragon kings, and once had prosperous heirs, but unfortunately, after accepting the fall of the power of solitude, most of the heirs were killed by the mad it himself, only the black dragon prince Nefarian and the black dragon princess Onexia are still alive, but they also feared their father's majesty and escaped from the Deep Rock Continent early.

After leaving the hiding place of the Black Dragon Legion, the siblings can only live like mice, fearing that the mad father or other dragons will come to the door one day, but while Deathwing's incarnation Count Presto is stirring up trouble in the Alliance, the siblings have also received their father's orders again, and this time, it seems to be much more sober.

This had made Onexia think that life would be better, and it also gave her hope.

But it's a pity that Deathwing's defeat in Draenor caused the ill-prepared Black Dragon Princess to suffer another catastrophe, her brother gathered a lot of Black Dragon compatriots and planned to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion, Onyxia had no problem with this, she was even happy to see it, but unfortunately, her cunning and vicious brother saw her as a threat.

So she had to start fighting, and winning over Olician was only the first step, but unfortunately, her plan was cut off by a nasty necromancer before it could really unfold.

"Where's the Red Dragon Queen?"

The Black Dragon Princess looked at Grimbaatar in the distant mountains, and she asked in a low voice, "What happened to our "great" Alexstasa by those necromancy? They killed her? Or..."

"As far as I know, no!"

The black dragon who was half-kneeling on the ground shook his head: "I can't enter the city, but the breath of the Red Dragon Queen still maintains its original weakness, she should not have been released, nor was she harmed, those undead spirits, it's like... It's like ignoring her presence... Frankly, it's a bit incomprehensible. ”

"Nope! They are not neglected! ”

A hint of mockery flashed across Onexia's beautiful and bevelous face, both to the enemy and to herself.

"Their leader, my Tyrion "Uncle", hehe, he's no doubt looking for a way to use the Dragon's Soul, it seems that they really joined the war on the fly, and I didn't even prepare the spell to use it, and my luck is really bad. ”

The Black Dragon Princess smiled self-deprecatingly, then was silent for a moment, she shook her head, turned around without attachment, and looked down at the ancient Holy Light Emblem that Tyrion had stuffed into her hand, she didn't know what such a thing was for, but she was sure that Tyrion suggested that she go to Stormwind, and it was certainly not out of kindness,

But since this place is no longer worth nostalgia, maybe it is not impossible to change places.

"Alterac that my father planned to occupy has been thrown into complete chaos, and once humans and orcs go to war again, there will be no hope for the place... And Stormwind, it seems like a good place to go. ”

"Also, Tripp, go do something for me..."

Onexia's bereaved black eyes blinked, and she threw something to the minions, which was the portable teleportation array that Ronin had carried.

"Sneak into Grimbaatar and throw this thing in a random place, Crassus may be impatient to wait... Let's help him. ”

The black dragon named Tripp nodded, but after a moment, it asked suspiciously:

"With all due respect, Your Highness the Princess, it doesn't seem to make sense to do this, the dragon's soul is still in the hands of those undead, and as long as Claiostraz has some sense, it will not choose to attack those undead at this time."

"yes, no red dragon with a normal IQ would do that."

In the surge of dark magic, a huge black dragon with a special purple dorsal fin flew into the night sky of the wetland. Onexia opened her fanged dragon kiss and spewed out a scorching spark, a hint of cunning flashing in her huge yellow snake pupils:

"But just because they don't attack the undead doesn't mean the undead don't attack them... You've seen the damned, arrogant Death Knights, do you think they'll let go of the dangerous ones who intrude into their territory? Once the Dalaran ** division that came to the aid was attacked by the undead, do you think those arrogant humans would choose to sit back and wait for death? ”

"It's just a dog-eat-dog game, but I hope my Uncle Tyrion likes my gift! 2k reading network