The old orc waved to his companion, and soon, a mirror was delivered to the furious female orc warlock. The latter controlled her inflexible fingers to put the mirror in front of her eyes, and saw Tyrion's iconic

, belonging to the high elf, with a handsome and somewhat feminine face, the female orc warlock's anger calmed down a bit.

No matter what race you are, no matter what profession you are in, people are always more tolerant of beautiful things.

"Danglang"

The mirror was thrown to the ground and shattered. Commander Dulag struggled to control the new body to stand up. It takes time for the synchronization and integration of the soul and the body, but for now, she is quite familiar with this body.

satisfy.

She took the clothes handed over by the old orc, put them on her body, and hummed:

"I don't want this body!"

She licked her lips evilly:

"When the Elf Kingdom is conquered, I want to change into the body of an Elf female mage. I will choose it myself! I think my respected mentor will not stop my little wish."

She controlled Tyrion's body and let out a series of sharp and weird laughter. As her control over the elf body became stronger and stronger, she subconsciously flipped her fingers and released a low-level shadow arrow.

Spells.

"Whoosh"

Corrosive dark energy shot out from the palm of her hand and hit the opposite wall imprecisely, corroding the stone into a small crater.

Commander Dulag closed her eyes and felt the transmission of magic power in this body. After a moment, she opened her eyes, with a look of satisfaction in her vicious eyes.

"Very good, you are indeed a magic elf. This body's ability to conduct magic is simply... ugh!"

The ruler's laughter was suddenly interrupted by a scream. Her new body convulsed and fell to the ground. The old orc psychic hurriedly reached out to help her, but the ruler grabbed her wrist tightly.

The tyrannical sorceress screamed:

"Ah! Ahhh! The pain...it's...hungry...there's something wrong with this body! Ahhh!"

The shrill screams were like the howls of ghosts in hell, but this kind of soul was obviously successfully infused, but it never appeared, leaving the five psychics in a hurry, not knowing how to save the former Shadow Council.

Genius warlock.

"Quick! Pull out her soul!"

The old orc shouted loudly, but before they could activate the soul-absorbing magic circle, Tyrion's body, which had just revived, once again calmed down in the extreme distortion.

The manic and out-of-control shadow power surged around his body, like a shriveled sponge thrown into the water. The destructive energy was quickly absorbed by the body.

A few minutes later, the old orc stretched out his trembling hand and opened Tyrion's closed eyes. The dark red eyes had returned to their original blue color.

"The soul of the ruler...no, it's gone..."
Chapter completed!