Without the slightest smile, he waved his hand, and the death lords quietly dispersed.

The Arch Lich could still feel the hostility of these rebellious lords towards him, and Tyrion walked up to the Arch Lich and reached out to pat him on the shoulder:

"Accidents will always happen, I can understand it, especially if there are some small disputes between you and Ms. Garona... I will not force you to turn her into an undead, but as you said

, since you have made a mistake, you must find a way to make up for it.”

"Three days! I'll give you three days. I want to see Stormwind City burning in the wrath of the Dark Blade, I want to see Wrynn's kingship collapse on this land, I want to see...

That victory should have been in my hands!"

Tyrion looked at the most powerful lich under his command, and he whispered:

"Tell me, Khadgar, tell me with your own lips that this is the last time you will let me down."

Khadgar's silver eyes remained unchanged, and he nodded like a real undead:

"Yes, this is the last time I let you down, Your Majesty! This will never happen again."

"very good."

Tyrion turned around, and a death raven landed next to the Dark Blade King. He waved his hand:

"Just do what you have to do."

After everyone left, Khadgar stretched out his hand and pulled his mage hat. He turned around and looked at the orc assassin bound by the rune lock. A trace of tenderness flashed in his silver eyes, although it was fleeting.

He stretched out his fingers, stroked the unconscious Garona's face, and wiped the blood from her face. The cold frost quickly spread on the assassin master's body. In just an instant, Garona was frozen in the thick

In the ice, she did not die, but her life activities were undoubtedly suppressed to the lowest point.

"This way, you won't cause me any more trouble..."

At Khadgar's soft groan, the portal opened again, and he turned around and walked into it.
Chapter completed!