"Ah, rude elf! Let me go!"

The old shaman shouted loudly. Seeing that Lor'themar could not calm down, he simply called on the power of the Storm Spirit and used a lightning bolt with splashing thunder to force Lor'themar to "calm down", but the old dwarf did not do it. Angry, because in the past few days, the story of Lor'themar and his brother Tyrion has spread throughout the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Although the dwarves look rough and arrogant, they are actually a race with rich emotions. The old shaman took a sip of wine and looked at Lor'themar with some sadness. He said softly:

"Wait a minute, I'll find Kurdran to tell you what you want to know... But I have to say in advance, you have to be mentally prepared."

Ten minutes later, Kurdran Wildhammer, leader of the gryphon knights of the Wildhammer dwarves, walked into Lor'themar's hospital room holding a wooden box. In fact, it was the stone house where the dwarves lived. The entire Azeroth Well, only dwarves would live in such a dwelling made entirely of stone.

"At dawn Alfonso and I found the battlefield of your brother, the brave elf Tyrion."

Kurdran whispered:

"The battlefield was like being swept by a storm. I am certain that it was caused by a high-level warrior. Your brother fought against a high-level orc warrior. This kind of courage alone is worthy of admiration."

Faced with this kind of praise, Lor'themar Theron, who had become completely silent in his heart, clenched his fists, still holding on to his last glimmer of hope:

"I don't care about these, I only care about Tyrion, in the end...what happened?"

"Shua"

Kurdran handed the box in his hand to Lor'themar and whispered:

"We only found these, but we found some blood-stained weeds from the battlefield, and after showing them to the shaman..."

The dwarf took a peek at Lor'themar's expression and lowered his voice, as if he was mumbling:

"Unfortunately, he is dead and his body...was taken away."

This news made Lor'themar's body shake. Although he had already foreseen all this, when the real facts came, the endless tumbling still made his mouth feel fishy and sweet.

He reached out with trembling hands and opened the box Kurdran brought. There was very little inside.

A broken phoenix epee, broken chain armor, a bent dagger, and... a leaf-shaped pendant stained with blood.

"Well"

Lor'themar held the pendant in his hand. His face was extremely pale at this moment. The pain in his eyes made the dwarf Kurdran feel that something was wrong. After 2 seconds, Lor'themar stood up and just After taking a step, he collapsed on the ground.

"He... exchanged his own life for my life..."
Chapter completed!