"We are not here for you in Draenor, Tyrion. You can do whatever you want in this world. We are here to find the three artifacts stolen by the orcs. This has nothing to do with your death knights.

Evacuate your undead from Hellfire Peninsula!"

"Tsk, tsk, what an arrogant request."

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and his ice-blue eyes rested on the protective holy covenant on Turalyon's chest. A touch of desire and greed flashed away, and he coughed lightly and said:

"You stepped into my territory, provoked my lord, and after being defeated by a counterattack, you shamelessly asked us to withdraw our troops... Excuse me, why?"

"Furthermore, the orcs took away the artifacts of Azeroth, but do you think that with the power of the orcs in Draenor now, do they still have the qualifications to hold them?"

These words made Turalyon almost jump from the ground. A worst prediction appeared in Turalyon's heart. At the same time, a light representing conspiracy flashed in Tyrion's eyes. He spread his hands and

Bai said:

"That's right, those three things are in my hands! It's pointless for me to keep them. Since you want it so much... Then let's talk about it. What can you pay for them? The most important thing is...

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Chapter completed!