Talking to a paladin of integrity is an absolutely terrible experience.

They are stubborn, and they have a serious moral ethic, which puts an end to some shady aspects of the deal, and they often recite sacred scriptures, so that they will use some words of prayer as a mantra, and if you don't believe in the Light, then the experience of this conversation is absolutely terrible.

Tyrion was well aware of the paladin's fetishes, so he had no intention of completing an exchange and trade with Tulayan in this sacred place, and in fact, the three things that were snatched back by the orcs were not useless to him.

He's not going to hand them over honestly, at least not now.

"If you're interested, let Khadgar talk to me!"

Tyrion stopped Tulayan from trying to bargain in a tough tone, he looked at the paladin with no special glint in his eyes, in his eyes, the paladin was a big problem, and at the moment, he might not be a threat.

"Mages are better to deal with than paladins."

As she walked out of the main hall, Luminas said to Irel beside her in an unabashed voice:

"They're more practical than the fanatics, and they're not as rigid in their minds as the paladins, and most importantly, they're a pleasure to talk to, they're all very knowledgeable people, and most of them will talk and laugh with you, not like some annoying guy who only says old-fashioned advice..."

This was obviously a sarcasm, but instead of wasting time arguing with the Death Knights, Tulayan frowned and walked towards the other exit of the square, which he had to communicate with Khadgar in the shortest possible time.

The artifact falling into the hands of Tyrion was a terrible situation, but it wasn't without its benefits, and according to some of Shattrath's exiled orcs, the sudden rise of the necromancers had driven the remnants of the orcs to the westernmost part of the continent, Frostfire Ridge, and finding them would take a world across the world, making it an almost impossible journey for the Alliance Advance Army, which was currently suffering heavy damage.

But at what cost?

Given Tulayan's shallow knowledge of Tyrion, the price is destined to be staggering.

As the Death Knight left the main hall and walked on the wide upper platform of Shattrath City, Tyrion frowned as he looked at the refugees around him who were pointing at them, he hated being watched.

"Back to the Dark Temple..."

As soon as the High Lord gave the order, the Death Knights began to call out for their flying mounts, the first Bone Griffons for test flights had long been outdated, and in the past year or so, the Death Knights had new flying mounts, from the widely distributed bipedal wyverns of Draenor, these predator beasts were reawakened after death, and were infused with enough death energy to maintain their own will.

This makes them sturdy enough to communicate with the Death Knights at a low level, retain a certain amount of aggression, and most importantly, after donning heavy black armor, these carefully selected ugly beasts become formidable, in keeping with the discerning aesthetic of the Knights of the Darkblade.

"Hey, let's go first, boss."

Luminas, who was riding on a two-legged wyvern, glanced back behind him, shouted to Tyrion with a strange expression, and then pulled Iriel, who still wanted to see the excitement, to ride together, and rushed into the sky as fast as he could.

Tyrion, who had grabbed the reins of the two-legged wyvern, stopped in place, feeling the familiar gaze behind him, the familiar scent of flowers and plants, and the familiar feeling.

Rush to Aurelia in Shattrath as fast as you can. Windranger stood 10 meters away from the Death Knight and under her hood, her eyes fixed on the back of the Death Knight, who had some difficulty pulling the reins of the Necrocyptune, apparently intending to leave.

It's like running away.

"Tyrion!"

Aurelia shouted, "Do you want to have a drink?" ”

The words were uttered with a shudder, the kind of trembling Death Knight heard clearly, the kind of supplication mixed in the voice, the kind of longing, made him clench his fingers, and a moment later, he slapped the undead wyvern, and the massive death beast let out an ugly roar, flapping its wings and rushing into the sky, leaving the Death Knight in place.

He turned around and looked at Aurelia, who had not seen her for nearly 2 years, and the girl had lost a lot of weight and looked more and more fragile.

"Okay."

He said dryly, and while Aurelia had a hint of surprise in his eyes, the Death Knight wiped his chest with some silence, and there was no beating heart under the hard armor.

But... His emotions, which have been calm for more than a year, will beat so violently at this moment?

A few minutes later, the two somewhat unique guests entered the Tavern of the End of the World, in the slums of Shattrath City, a tavern run by the Draenei people who lived here, and was very popular with the exiles, but the owner of the tavern, a charming Draenei woman, was obviously hosting the Death Knight for the first time, and she was a little scared and a little scrambling.

The guests of the tavern began to make noise as soon as Tyrion stepped into it, but the "feat" of the Death Knights at the city gates had revealed the cost of provoking them, so these drunken guys just whispered insults and whispered, and after Tyrion glanced back with a grim face, even these whispers disappeared without a trace.

The reputation of the Great Lord of the Darkblade is not good for Draenor now, but it is enough to make people fearful, and he and his necromantic spirits are at war against almost every remaining race in this world, and he is definitely the king of war in this world.

In order not to cause trouble, the owner of the tavern personally led Tyrion and Aurelia into the quiet second floor of the tavern, where there were almost no guests and it was perfect for talking about something intimate.

And because of Aurelia's appearance, the somewhat upset Death Knight did not notice that in the corner of the first floor of the tavern, a slender figure was sitting there, looking at him with a slightly hostile gaze.

"I told you not to come to Draenor... This world is not for you. ”

Tyrion held his glass, he looked at Aurelia in front of him, and whispered, "And you're always so disobedient. ”

Aurelia kept her head down and didn't speak.

The Death Knight drank a glass of wine, which was a tasteless liquid, but at this moment, he was like a little drunk, and he chattered:

"I've told you more than once, stop stubbornly chasing past feelings, I'm dead, and my heart was gouged out by those orcs..."

He tapped his chest, and the heavy armor made a low crashing sound:

"Here, there's not a beating heart here, I'm a cold enough, ruthless enough death knight, swaying death, fighting against life and order is my current dogma, and you... You have challenged this dogma again and again, and sometimes I wonder if I am too lenient to you. ”

"Bang"

The frozen wine glass smashed on the table, Tyrion's gaze became cold, but when he saw Aurelia with his head down and did not say a word, his severe coldness dissipated in an instant, and the Death Knight, who did not need to breathe, was silent for a moment, and he let out a long sigh.

"Why?"

"You were once a proud and independent girl, why should you be so humble now?"

Aurelia remained silent, silent like a puppet, and after a few more minutes of silence, when the atmosphere became awkward, the Death Knight stood up, and under the cold exterior, he was so agitated that he wanted to leave the place.

"I repeat, Aurelia, leave Draenor as fast as you can, this world is not safe."

At this moment, Aurelia raised her head, she did not shed tears, and there was a stubborn calm in her eyes, she looked up at the Death Knight who stood up, and she said in a hoarse voice with a hint of magnetism:

"You've told me more than once that you're emotionless anymore, right? Tyrion? ”

"You tell me that when you look at me, at Shiva, at Weenlesa, at your mother, it's like you're watching a scene of the past and can't bring yourself into it... You tell me you're not the Tyrion I remember anymore, right? ”

"That's right!"

The Death Knight nodded, he pointed to his heart, and said calmly:

"This body is dead, it carries a soul that is cold enough, that soul is broken, it is not only emotions that have been lost, when I look at the past calmly enough, remove all emotional troubles, and show me a past that is not worth nostalgia for... Whether it's you, or... Mother. ”

"But you're lying to me!"

Aurelia stood up, and for the first time since Tyrion had fallen in misfortune, she had been so brave to meet those ice-blue eyes, and she took something out of the pouch on her belt and placed it in the palm of her hand.

"You're lying to me, Tyrion... You're lying to everyone! You're lying to yourself! ”

When Aurelia's fingers parted, the frozen flower appeared before the Death Knight's eyes, and it sketched his memories of Quel'Thalas, the night he witnessed General Liresa's death, the uncontrollable extreme emotions, the burst that broke the death commandment, and the final parting, and the cold blood and tears.

The emotion that could no longer be suppressed rushed into his mind, causing Tyrion to subconsciously take a step back, as if he wanted to stay away from the ice flower that represented the past.

All the disguises were completely shattered when this thing was taken out, Aurelia is not a stupid girl trapped in love, if she hadn't found evidence that was enough to subvert everything, how could she leave her relatives behind and come to this other world thousands of miles away?

Aurelia saw the change in Tyrion's eyes, and for a moment, she was sure that Tyrion's eyes had changed back to what they had been, no longer cold, but familiar melancholy and enthusiasm.

But immersed in the memories of the past, this is an out-and-out battle for the undead... Disaster.

The memories of the past began to get out of control, the memories from birth to death, the love with Aurelia, the skin-to-skin blind date between the two people, those beautiful memories of the past that were hidden deep in his soul, broke through the defense line of the necromantic will like a blowout, making his originally tough soul weak, and the defensive mental armor was torn apart.

And the cacophony that had been haunting his soul seemed to find a weakness, and it roared and filled the Death Knight's mind like a rapidly spreading virus, beginning to infect his soul.

Apocalypse!

Apocalypse sensed the weakness of the sword-wielder, it sensed that Tyrion's mind had become fragile, it had grasped the weakness of Tyrion's cold soul, and it began to eat back!

"Bang"

The Demon Sword Apocalypse that had been placed in the Storage Ring was thrown to the ground, and the activity of the rebellious Demon Sword had never been so violent, it even jumped on the ground, and the sound, the pervasive cacophony, made Tyrion's soul twitch as well.

"Enough! That's enough! ”

Holding his head, Tyrion staggered back a few steps, pushing the tables and chairs behind him apart, losing his balance and falling to the ground, but the next moment, he was held in his arms by a pair of warm arms.

Aurelia's fingers caressed Tyrion's twitching cheeks, she hugged the Death Knight tightly, she looked at the magic sword at the feet of the two, she knew that she seemed to have made a mistake, and this mistake was pushing Tyrion into the abyss, the nervous ranger held Tyrion's violently trembling head to his chest, she dragged the body of the Death Knight in a little panic, keeping him away from the irascible magic sword, she said in Tyrian's ear:

"Is that what you've been fighting against? Is it because of it that you keep me away from you? You're here to protect me... You're so stupid, Tyrion, you're so stupid. ”

"On your own, how is it possible to fight all this... You still need me, and I'll always stand with you, you lonely wretch... I wasn't able to be there for you when you needed me the most, and now... Now I will never leave you again. ”

"Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid, I will stand with you, and we will fight it together. ”

Aurelia lowered her head and kissed Tyrion on the cold lips, the Death Knight responded beyond her expectations, he hugged the Elven Ranger tightly, and responded passionately to the deep kiss, for a moment, Aurelia sensed the danger, but she quickly opened all her defenses to Tyrion.

She was confident that Tyrion would not hurt her.

"Bang"

Just as the kiss was reaching its extreme, Aurelia was suddenly pushed away by Tyrion, and the Death Knight stood up tremblingly, leaning against the wall, waving his hands, and motioning for Aurelia not to come near him.

"Let's go... Come on! Don't come closer... I, I'm going to... Out of control..."

"What's wrong with you? Tyrion, you..."

Aurelia's doubts were answered the next moment, and when Tyrion raised his head again, the sharp canines at the corners of his mouth pierced his lips, and those eyes... It had turned into a blood-red color, and a dangerous smell of blood filled the air around her, making Aurelia feel a mortal threat when she had left everything out.

"Nasa!"

"Take her... Take her away! ”