The death knights dragged the lifeless corpses away from the square one after another. Probably because their good mood was ruined, Tyrion's methods this time were somewhat... rough.
The death of these assassins who ruined the wedding was extremely tragic, especially the assassin leader who tried to assassinate the bride. Every bone in his body was crushed by the violent death energy, and from his wide-eyed gaze
, it can be clearly seen that in order to punish him, Tyrion crushed all his bones before giving him the power to die.
The best assassin of the Red Hand, the most deadly local assassin organization, "Knife" Roland never thought that his bohemian life would end in such a tragic way, but what he should be more worried about is the future... which falls on Tyrion.
In your hands, death is not the end.
As we all know, Tyrion is never merciful to those who will ruin his mood... Let's mourn for poor Roland and his brothers. The soul furnace of the Dark Temple will be their final destination, provided that they
An ugly soul can survive the ruthless burning of black fire until it enters the furnace.
The trembling attendants lay on the ground, trying hard to wipe the blood on the ground in a dead silence. After more than ten minutes, the whole square was tidy again, and the interrupted wedding resumed.
And this time, the witness was no longer Lord Waycrest... The old Lord was frightened by the attack just now, and his already poor physical condition became worse. At this time, he could only sit in front of Tyrion.
He was watching his daughter's wedding from his seat, and beside him was the lord and lady with a gloomy and somewhat uneasy face.
"clang"
The bell rang again, but this time, the guests in the square no longer had the expressions of joy or jealousy before. Under the indifferent gaze of the death knights, everyone was on pins and needles. The tragic ending of the assassins had been revealed to them.
No one dared to complain, and no one was stupid enough to show off at this time.
"Everyone, I came here to pursue beautiful things, and today, I saw it."
Tyrion stood on the podium, like a host, and said softly to the guests with different expressions in front of him:
"I saw the fire of love ignited among a group of young people, transcending the pressure of class and power, and finally breaking through the obstruction of the world. They have gone through hardships to reach this point, and no one can deprive them of their love.
happiness."
"I am honored to be able to witness this happy moment with everyone."
The King of Dark Blade waved his hand, and the musical instrument placed on the side of the square, without anyone using it, played a piece of music that no one had ever heard before, surrounded by the energy of death. It was very joyful and full of joy.
It has a sense of rhythm and a sense of sacred ritual, and in the ups and downs of the melody, snowflakes are falling from the sky. Among the snowflakes, Miss Lucille Waycrest, wearing a wedding dress, walks stiffly from the church.
Walked out.
There was no joy or joy in the eyes of this young bride, only fear. Everyone knew that the scene in front of her was too weird, but she did not have the courage to refuse... She did not dare to refuse the kindness of the Dark Blade King, not to mention, she
The man she loved most was standing next to Tyrion with clenched teeth. From Alexander's eyes, she could see the same fear, but there was also a deep expectation. She could not let him down.
Miss Lucille took a deep breath and tried to calm down her mood. Her steps became more and more natural. Finally, like a real lady, she strolled up to Tyrion.
And this gesture made the Dark Blade King nod with satisfaction.
He coughed lightly. Under the blank gazes of all the guests, the Dark Blade King spread his hands. When the ritualistic music reached its climax, he looked at Alexander, whose body was trembling slightly. He asked in a magnetic voice.
arrive:
"Herb Alexander, a young businessman from Boralus, under the witness of the holy death, are you willing to marry the beautiful Miss Lucille beside you?"
Alexander was a little nervous. He looked into Tyrion's ice-blue eyes. There was no emotion in them, only a touch of calmness, as if he was waiting for his answer. After a while, the young businessman said in a slightly dry voice,
Say firmly:
"Yes I do!"
Tyrion asked the next question:
"No matter whether she is poor or rich in the future, whether she is healthy or sick in the future, whether she is still young or old in the future, are you willing to be with her forever? Even until death comes, you are not far away from being separated from him.
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"Yes I do!"
This time Alexander did not hesitate again. He took a step forward, inspired by the courage in his heart, stood in front of Miss Lucille and said loudly:
"Even death can't separate me from my lover!"
But Tyrion didn't pay attention to Alexander's hostile gaze. He just turned to look at Miss Lucille who was holding Alexander's arm nervously. He asked in an unchanged tone:
"Lucille Waycrest, a noble daughter from the Waycrest family, under the witness of the holy death, are you willing to marry Herb Alexander next to you?"
Miss Lucille did not answer immediately, but Tyrion also added playfully:
"Don't worry, kid, as long as I'm here, no one can force you to make a choice."
Alexander looked nervously at Lucille behind him, a very beautifully dressed young lady. After taking a deep breath, she bravely raised her head and looked directly into Tyrion's eyes. She said in a deep voice:
"Yes I do!"
"Whether he is poor or rich in the future, whether he is healthy or ill, whether he is young or old, you are willing to spend your life with him and stand with him to meet the challenges of the world and life.
Even if cold death comes, will you always be attached to him and never want to be separated from him?"
Miss Lucille took a step forward and stood arm in arm with her husband. The two looked at each other and smiled, then looked back at Tyrion. There was no longer fear in their eyes, and love gave them new strength.
"Yes I do!"
Miss Lucille's brave answer caused all the ladies in the square to fall into a long silence. Some older ladies, or some girls who were inexperienced in the world, even left behind when they saw this scene.
moved to tears.
"You're not lying, I can feel it..."
Tyrion waved his hand, and the El Knight, who was forced to change into a suit of uniform, silently stepped forward and stretched out his hands towards the newlyweds. In his palms, there were two rings inlaid with luxurious gems.
"A ring is not just a decoration, it is a kind of oath, stuck on your finger. Every time you see it, it will remind you to abide by today's oath. It can feel the beating of your heart when you
When you want to break your oath, the ring will bind you."
Tyrion stretched out his left hand and shook the black ring on his finger towards the two young men. Alexander immediately understood what Tyrion meant. He picked up a ring, took a deep breath, and revealed the ring.
Hill raised her right hand and put the ring on her finger gently, and then Lucille put the ring on Alexander's hand.
"Then, under the witness of death and the souls floating in the sky on this land, in the name of Tyrion Dawn Blade, I hereby declare that Herb Alexander and Lucille Waycrest are married.
Husband and wife, I hereby declare that even death cannot separate you."
The moment Tyrion's voice fell, the rings on their fingers flashed an obscure light at the same time, completely connecting their souls and lives.
The cheerful music sounded again. Tyrion spread his hands and said gently to the young couple in front of him:
"Now, the groom can kiss the bride."
This time, Miss Lucille, whose cheeks were red, asked in a low voice:
"Are you really going to do this? In public..."
"It has to be done!"
A faint smile flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said expressionlessly: "This is part of the ritual! Or am I forcing you to do this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Lucille took the initiative to kiss Alexander on the lips, and some excited ladies couldn't bear it anymore. They clapped their hands and cheered in unison.
You see, even in the face of death, women are still so emotional...
"Okay, it's time for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon."
Tyrion savored the happy scene in front of him, like a parasite, greedily absorbing the emotions that belonged to him. After a moment, he waved his hand, and the death knights stepped forward and "escorted" them forcefully.
The newlyweds left the church, packed them into a black carriage, and with the sound of horse hooves, the happy people left here.
After they left, Tyrion's expression did not change much. He stood on the podium and looked at Lord Waycrest below. He said softly:
"Having read the happy things, now it's time to talk about the suffering in the world... Everyone in Kul Tiras, I'm sorry, but I would like to announce here that Dailin Proudmoore's relationship with Kul Tiras
His rule will end today... He violated the sacred agreement between me and him, and as the price for breaking the agreement, his subordinates, you, will bear the future that should have been borne by him."
"In the new country, there will be no nobles. The era of bloodline determining status is over. It starts with your generous death!"
"Don't even think about it!"
The moment Tyrion's words fell, Lord Stormsong, who had been secretly preparing for a long time, raised his hands. While the black robe was floating, the sound of thick water suddenly sounded from the snow-covered church.
, this Lord is the only spellcaster among several nobles, and is the high priest of the mysterious Tide Sages of Kul Tiras. The power he possesses is powerful.
And among the sound of the tide, a faint whisper sounded in the air, which made Tyrion's expression change drastically, because he had heard such disturbing whispers before... a long time ago.
Voice.
"boom"
The huge flood that came from nowhere broke through the wall of the church behind everyone in the next moment. The surging tide roared across the entire square, pulling the unprepared guests into the water and rushing madly towards the front of the Xuelin Church.
There is a cliff, and under the cliff, there is a calm sea.
That is the source of power for the Tide Sages.
"Villain! Die!"
Lord Stormsong stood on the tide. He called for the power of the tide sages. The next moment, a huge, dark black tentacle covered with flesh and blood barbs emerged from the tide, like a
Like the tentacles of a deep-sea monster, with immense force, they struck hard at Tyrion, who was standing in the tide.
The moment he saw the black tentacles appearing, Tyrion's eyes became cold, and the whistling magic sword jumped into his hands. The next moment, black lightning-like slashes swept across the sky, and the summoned tentacles were not yet completed.
Even with one attack, he was cut into four pieces by the whistling sharp blade. As the smelly blood and disgusting pus spread everywhere, Tyrion waved his hand, and the dark red death grip poked out, and when the tide disappeared,
In a moment, Lord Waycrest and his wife, who had been swept away by the tide, were captured back to the square.
The next moment, the illusion of the tide suddenly dissipated, and the square seemed to have been hit by a big flood. The ground was covered with mud, and Lord Waycrest lay pale in the mud, while Mrs. Waycrest knelt before her husband.
Beside her, looking at her husband whose breathing was slowly and slowly, her face was filled with tears.
Mrs. Elena Waycrest is a famous shrew and a standard template of a poisonous noble lady, but her love for her husband is unquestionable.
"Stop chasing!"
Seeing several death knights about to jump off the cliff to hunt down the guests who were swept away by the waves, Tyrion waved his hand and asked them to come back.
"There's no need to chase them. Those guests... are hopeless."
The Dark Blade King narrowed his eyes, and with the strange light shining in his eyes, he whispered:
"Mortals cannot resist the whispers of the ancient gods. They did escape from death, but they also threw their souls into a more terrifying hell. The Tide Sage... Haha, the power from the deep sea
...I should have guessed earlier, isn’t that the territory of my “old friend” N’Zoth?”
"Bang"
Behind Tyrion, the weeping Mrs. Waycrest knelt at his feet and begged:
"Please, save my Arthur, save him! Without him, my life has no meaning."
Looking at the sad Lord and Lady crying, Tyrion knelt down and reached out to lift the Lord and Lady's face. He looked at those sad eyes and said softly:
"It was the assassin you hired who killed your daughter's lover, right? It was you who ruined my good mood... Why should I help you?"
"I'm willing to do anything to make amends, please, just save my husband!"
The lady's face was pale, and she clenched her fists, but Tyrion just glanced at Lord Waycrest and shook his head:
"He is already terminally ill. Even if this incident had not happened, he would not have survived this winter... But if you really love him so much and don't care about the barrier between life and death, maybe I have another way to help you.
