Tyrion's sword blade made a gesture on Khadgar's neck:

"I want the key to the tomb! That is the outer area of ​​Karazhan and will not affect Medivh's dark secrets. Give it to me, and then you can get out!"

"You're not going to kill me?"

Khadgar looked at those eyes. There was coldness, deadness, silence, and ferocity in them, but there was only a lack of murderous intent. This made him a little incomprehensible. Faced with his question, Tyrion's interest

Obviously not high:

"I never intended to kill you. Killing you here will do me no good at all!"

"Tyrion! The Blood Demon is here. Whatever you want to do, end it now!"

Grokush's voice rang in Tyrion's heart. The death knight pulled Khadgar up from the ground, threw the unconscious Alleria in his arms to him, and said in a deep voice:

"If you still want to know where Garona has gone! Just give me the key and take her away!"

"Garona! You still know Garona!"

Khadgar's eyes became more and more weird, but in the end, he reached out and threw a purple crystal stone to Tyrion. The next moment, the light of teleportation lit up on the battlefield. After the mage and ranger disappeared, he

The voice faintly passed into Tyrion's ears:

"Next time we meet! I want to know the location of Garona... Even if you have the key and no secret words, you can't even think of entering the tomb of Karazhan! Don't look for me, I will look for you, mysterious knight."

"Puff puff"

Three sharp arrows belonging to Alleria were pierced into Tyrion's chest. He half-knelt on the ground as if he was seriously injured. The next second, Talon Gorefiend's skeleton horse rushed into the battlefield.

"Tyrion, Dawnblade! You let him escape!"

"boom"

Along with his anger, the blood demon's scepter smashed into Tyrion's body, but was blocked in the air by the heavy sword covered with frost. The two forces collided, bringing with it the death energy and the magic power of the warlock.

They all collided in the air, and in the end, Tyrion took several steps back to eliminate this force.

He raised his head and looked at the blood demon in front of him with his ice-blue eyes without fear. He snorted coldly:

"What about you? Blood Demon... You can't hide your injuries from me. Have you won? You are also a loser. How do you have the right to reprimand me?"

He spread his arms, and behind him were the bodies of rangers, and he said in a deep voice:

"At least I killed this many..."

The blood demon's eyes wandered over the corpses of the elf rangers who died tragically around them. These were Tyrion's genuine compatriots. Seeing Tyrion kill them was enough to prove the death knight's ability in this aspect.

loyalty.

But this did not completely reassure the suspicious Blood Demon. The next moment, his eyes fell on the last living elf. He steered the war horse towards the unconscious Serent Firewing, and he let out a hoarse laugh.

:

"Oh, you are such a cruel butcher. You are so cruel to your own compatriots. You really exceeded my expectations... But why is there another one? Is it a former friend? You can't do it, right?"

The Blood Demon raised his head and glanced at Tyrion with his sinister eyes. He raised the scepter in his hand high:

"Then let me help you!"

"boom"

A corrosive winding of death knocked away the blood demon's scepter. Tyrion picked up his heavy sword and strode towards Serent. He said in a deep voice:

"I'll do it myself! You don't need to bother! I also want to say, how long do we have to continue this damn testing game? Blood Demon... In this regard, you are really childish!"

"kill him!"

The blood demon controlled the skeleton war horse and took two steps back. He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture:

"Kill him with your own hands and I will believe you!"

Tyrion didn't answer. He squatted down, reached out and took off his visor. His cold fingers slid on Serent's neck, awakening the seriously injured ranger captain. Serent opened his eyes and saw the thin and hazy sight in front of him.

The familiar face, the completely unfamiliar eyes, the completely unfamiliar expression.

"Ahem... Tyrion... actually... it's you!"

"I am no longer me."

Tyrion said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Serent, I am sorry to have crossed the door of death... I have lost a lot."

"We...the vow of revenge we swore...is just a joke, then...then kill me!"

This desperate and sad answer made Tyrion's eyes waver, but it didn't matter.

"Kacha"

Serent's eyes dimmed at this moment. His neck was instantly strangled by Tyrion, and his death was almost painless. His body was lifted up by Tyrion, carried on his shoulders, and he killed his friend's body with his own hands.

The Death Knight looked back at the Blood Demon, who snorted, turned his horse's head, and left the bloody battlefield.

"Sleep, sleep... Serente."

Tyrion's fingers brushed Serent's wide eyes, and he said in a low, hoarse voice:
Chapter completed!