Tyrion didn't care about this small problem. He stretched out his hand towards the resurrected death knight in front of him, but the latter smashed it away with disdain.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands! Who are you? I remember...I remember that I have..."

The female ranger with a bad temper rubbed her forehead. She looked around. The positions and homes she once remembered had been turned into ruins. The memory of her death in battle revived in her mind. This painful memory made her scream.

Made a groan.

"Me? My name is Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, Lord of the Dark Blade Knights!"

Tyrion took a step back, not caring about the indifference of his new friend. He looked at the ranger with long fiery red hair in front of him and said softly:

"Your memory did not lie to you, you are dead! You were killed by the orcs. I will keep the story short. I recruited you to become the Dark Blade Knight, and then you can happily kill the orcs you saw. Now they are attacking Quelsa

Lars, you can find a lot of orcs, and you can vent your anger as much as you want! This is your freedom!"

"Shut up! Leave me alone!"

The resurrected ranger screamed, Tyrion shrugged, and shut his mouth obediently. It would be better for her to slowly accept the current situation.

"I can feel... Quel'Thalas and I have nothing to do with each other anymore!"

After a moment, the female ranger raised her head. She picked up her lost bow from the ruins nearby, and then said in the death knight's unique hoarse voice:

"I have already died for it once, and this kind of resurrection is exactly what I want! If I am destined to live like this, I have to kill a few orcs first to get rid of the anger."

She habitually reached out to brush her long hair and looked at Tyrion:

"Listen! Me! Luminas Yanghen! I'm going to kill those greenskins now, no matter who you are! No matter who you were before! As long as you go to kill the orcs with me, I will join you and whatever

What kind of knighthood, do you agree?"

"Well...it seems you have a very open mind about death."

Tyrion shrugged, took off the bow from his back, and threw the longbow engraved with runes to the new knight Luminas in front of him:

"Use this, accept the new power of the Death Knight, and get used to the new way of life. You will soon know that it is nothing. As for killing the orcs, I am happy to help you, my lady."

Three minutes later, Tyrion and the new knights walked out of the ruins of Desom, only to see a group of paladins rushing towards them, as well as the woman who made his calm thoughts ripple again, that familiar woman.

"so troublesome!"

Tyrion rubbed his forehead, and drew out the heavy sword from behind with his backhand. Luminas beside him also raised her bow. A conflict that Tyrion least wanted to face was inevitable.

The moment Tyrion saw Alleria, Alleria also saw the two figures in front of the dark ruins of Desom. This time, Tyrion was not wearing a mask. His cold and thin face was completely

Unlike the face of a living person, the surging and evil energy of death completely fell into Alleria's eyes.

Windrunner, who was never confused on the battlefield, all her emotions and will collapsed at this moment.
Chapter completed!