"Did the cold warden accept you?"

This question made Nasa narrow her eyes, revealing a dangerous aura, but after a moment, she said coldly:

"I tried to dissuade the mistress, but she won't give up so easily. Be careful when sleeping in the future..."

"I am an undead, I never sleep!"

Tyrion shrugged and handed the wine bottle in his hand to the Blood Watcher behind him:

"I have no hatred towards you and your companions, especially now that Gul'dan is dead. What I want to say is that I did not actually force you to join the Dark Blade Knights. The blood of Sarain is just for you.

A little punishment, if you can rely on your will to suppress the urge to draw blood, you can actually go back to your lady."

"Then at an unprepared moment, you took over the body and hurt Maiev?"

Nasa took the wine bottle and took a sip. She wiped the corners of her mouth and sneered:

"Come on, Tyrion, don't pretend to be a good person! Although we have only been together for less than a day, I have already seen clearly what kind of person you are! Guys like you should stay in the dark prison of the Watcher's Vault.

In the room, locked up for ten thousand years!"

"Just like Illidan?"

Tyrion asked back, which made Nasa stop drinking for a moment, causing the female elf who rarely drank to choke.

"Cough...cough, you, how do you know this name!"

"I know a lot, Nasa, you will understand it later."

Tyrion thoughtfully handed over a handkerchief. He turned back and continued to look at the calm sea in front of him. He murmured as if in a dream:

"Actually, you should thank me, Nasa. I allowed you to avoid the tragedy of eternal death, and also gave you the opportunity to tell Maiev your inner thoughts instead of keeping them buried in your heart. But what I am more curious about is your watch.

In addition to Illidan being imprisoned in the cave, what secrets are hidden behind the huge owl statue?"

"Of course I know!"

Nasa took a sip of wine, and her plump lips outlined a smile:

"Every Watcher knows what's there... but we just won't tell you! In addition, I have to warn you that the return of thousands of elves to Mount Hyjal today will definitely attract the attention of the Priestess of the Moon.

With the flying speed of the druids around her, it is estimated that you will face new troubles tomorrow morning...Druids who advocate life will not have any good impressions of death creatures like you!"

"Not "you"!"

Tyrion turned around and looked at Nasa:

"It's "us"! We are a team now, my Nasa, if you don't want to sleep yet, I hope you can take on the responsibility of keeping vigil... I have to go and take a rest."

"Don't you never sleep?"

"I have to spend at least a little time to calm down my soul... Especially after knowing that a new woman who has a preference for the same sex has joined the Dark Blade Knights, I also have to remind Luminas to be careful when changing clothes.

a little..."

"Whoosh"

Nasa's blade cloak waved up, and two poison-quenched blades stabbed Tyrion's heart accurately. The death knight lowered his head and looked at the dagger on his chest. He stretched out his hand and pulled it out without feeling, and threw it back.

Gave it to the Watcher.

"Don't stab the heart next time, Nasa, the heart is not a fatal wound to a dead person."
Chapter completed!