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1. Tyrion's Mission(2/2)

The old troll sat cross-legged in a special magic cage with difficulty. He whispered in a weird voice that made people want to beat him:

"170 years ago, I was probably still at the holy land of the Amani tribe, which was the altar of Zul'Aman. I personally sacrificed many plundered elves... Oh, I remember it! They were a couple.

..That man was very brave. He tried to protect his wife, but I took out his heart with a knife. He died miserably!"

Because of his failed escape 4 years ago, Zuljin's severed right arm has been restored. He did not lose it in the end. He waved his fingers and made a heart-wrenching gesture. There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, a bit regretful.

explain:

"As for that woman... What a pity, I have forgotten her appearance. I only remember her painful screams like a dying kitten when I strangled her to death with my own hands...

That makes me very happy.”

The old troll blinked and looked at Tyrion in front of him:

"What's her name? Teresa? Tessa? Or Taliyah? Sorry, old Zuljin is too old. I can't remember these things."

"Can you tell me the answer, my dear little Tyrion?"

The air in the cage froze at this moment. After a few seconds, Tyrion said:

"Tyrissa Dawnblade, my mother...and Carol Dawnblade, my father, my only two relatives, you killed them, so I will eventually kill you.

, do you have any objections to completely destroying Amani?"

"Hehehe! What a joke!"

Tyrion's question made the old troll burst into laughter, and his voice became increasingly weird in the darkness:

"You keep saying that I killed your beloved parents, but look at your eyes, Tyrion. Eyes don't lie. When you mention their names, I can't see a single wave of calmness in your eyes.

They are like two strangers, admit it! You ruthless bastard, your parents are not even more important to you than the woman who protects you on the battlefield!"

The old troll took two sharp breaths, letting the wild charms on his body tumble along with his skin.

"I'm curious, who are your real relatives? The poor Dawnblade couple, or the widowed and beautiful ranger general Lyresa Windrunner? Oh, by the way, her poor husband is also dead.

In my hands, and I heard..."

Zul'jin had a weird smile on his face, and touched the railings of the cage in front of him with both hands. He lowered his voice, as if he was challenging Tyrion's final bottom line:

"I heard that she values ​​you very much, and has a kind of intimacy that goes beyond the relationship between master and apprentice... Look at you, what a handsome young man... This is normal, isn't it? Things between men and women..."

"Did anyone tell you, Zul'jin, you really can't speak?"

"bass"

The elf sword was unsheathed, and the beating blade illuminated the darkness of the cage. It stabbed accurately into the old body in front of him, causing the blood to scatter in anger.
Chapter completed!
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