22. The Temptation of Death--The Presumptuous Brothers for Midsummer【4/10】
"Tyrant" Vihari, whose whole body was covered with wounds and whose legs were broken, was only wearing close-fitting underwear, with a black magic pattern bag covering his head. He was being held by two tall Draenei death knights who exuded a cold aura.
His arms were dragged out of the cage of the Dark Temple like a dead dog.
She struggled desperately subconsciously, but the heavy magic-forbidden chains on her hands imprisoned her weak evil energy. Now she is not much stronger than a low-level demon, but Haveli is unwilling to let others slaughter her like this. She is crazy.
She roared like a beast about to be sent to the slaughterhouse. Unfortunately, her struggle earned her a more vicious and vicious beating with a barbed blood whip.
The green blood dragged a shocking green blood trail behind her, but soon a ghost attendant came and wiped the ground clean... Both the Great Lord and the Blood Mistress like to be clean, and no one wants it
See these annoying bloodstains.
Pain... Pain is nothing to Vihari. When she fell into the hands of the violent orc tribe, the treatment she received was much more brutal and horrific than this beating, but this time it was different from before.
If Vihari guessed correctly, she was going to die... Her bloody nose could even smell the smell of death.
This tall female demon was a high-level eredar lord three hours ago. Unfortunately, she has now become a prisoner. After joining the Burning Legion, she once thought she could control her own destiny, but that Bi Chi sent her away again.
Into this kind of situation where people are at the mercy of others.
"Bang"
While Weihari was thinking wildly, she was thrown onto the cold floor by the two Draenei death knights. Before Weihari could recover from the severe pain of the wound, the black demon above her head
The tattoo bag was taken off, and a slender figure appeared in front of her. But before Weihari could see clearly, her neck was strangled by cold fingers, and she was roughly lifted from the ground, and was thrown on the ground again.
On a chair made of steel.
"Click, click"
With two soft sounds, the rune locks binding Haveli's arms were cuffed behind the chair, and the high-level Eredar demon was trapped in this chair in a posture unable to struggle.
It was only then that she saw the figure in front of her clearly.
That should be a woman. She is wearing a white mask. There is no decoration on the mask. Under the mask, there are a pair of blood-red eyes. She also has a pair of pointed ears. Her long hair hangs down behind her.
Wearing a uniform with the Dark Blade logo and riding boots, she held a black whip in her hand, which was covered with barbs.
Shadow looked at the high-level demon lord who was captured alive by Yrel on the battlefield with an indifferent gaze. Just from those eyes, Shadow could tell that this woman was very fierce, not because of her external strength.
Beneath the body of this eredar demon lies a true warrior...a warrior who has endured many hardships.
And most importantly... Yrel, the Death Lord, knows her!
"Your name is...Vhari, right?"
Shadow used the blood whip in her hand to lift Haveli's chin. She looked down at the eredar demon. Her face was considered to be pretty, but unfortunately, long-term exposure to evil energy made her face look ugly.
It was dry, even had abnormal cracks, and there were scars on the face, and it looked like they were left a long time ago.
While the shadow looked at Vihari, the tyrant was also looking at the shadow. She stared at the shadow with her eyes that were blurred by blood congestion, and a disdainful smile flashed across her face.
"Pooh!"
She spat blood-laced saliva on Shadow's uniform. This malicious action did not anger Shadow. When she was trained among the Watchmen earlier, she was already accustomed to the various struggles of the prisoners, but Vihari's
The movement reminded Shadow of the years when he studied interrogation with Ms. Maiev. This unpleasant memory made Shadow's eyes become cold.
Fingers with black gloves grabbed Haveli's chin. Shadow leaned down and looked into those bloodshot eyes. The blood whip in her other hand was placed on the broken left leg of Vihari.
On the wound, after coming into contact with blood, the blood whip cultivated by the forest elf began to go crazy. Vihari's blood was absorbed by the plant. What's more terrible is that the barbs of the blood whip became sharper and pierced.
It penetrated into Vihari's wound, and kept penetrating deeper.
"Ugh!"
The evil energy was sealed, and the physical pain was completely transmitted into Vihari's mind. The pain made Vihari's expression twitch, but he still said the same thing, as a man who was captured by the orcs in the chaotic era of Draenor.
Vihari had already seen the real hell as a draenei prisoner, and Shadow's methods could not make her feel scared at all.
Of course, the shadow's original intention was not to make her feel scared.
"Yrel told me that she had seen you more than once in the Temple of Kapura, Vihari. In the era when the orcs and the draenei were not at war with each other, you were one of the high-ranking guards who specially protected the prophet Velen.
One...you are not one of those Eredar who defected to the Burning Legion in the world of Argus, you are an out-and-out Draenei!"
Shadow spoke in Haveli's ears in pure Draenei:
"You are one of the die-hard loyalists who followed Velen across the endless stars to Draenor. You once hated the Burning Legion and regarded them as the most hateful enemies. So I am very curious about why and what happened.
Made you join the Burning Legion? Made you become the kind of person you hated most? You hate Velen, right? You want to kill him..."
"Bang"
Vihari's answer to these words was a fierce headbutt, which hit Shadow's ear hard, but it did not hurt Sarain.
"Haha, are you angry from embarrassment?"
Shadow reached out and touched her ears. She lowered her head and strolled around behind Vihari. Like a good sister or even a lover, she gently stretched out her hand and put it around the scarred Vihari.
Whisper in the ear:
"Is it because I told you the biggest secret in your heart? You...traitor!"
"I'm not!"
Weihari gritted his teeth and struggled in a hoarse voice:
"I didn't! Velen is the traitor! It's because of him... that the Draenei will... be in so much pain! He, Velen, is the source of all evil!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, you really don't know how to hide secrets..."
Shadow stretched out his bright red tongue, licked Weihari's ear, and then lowered his voice:
"It's a pity, I don't care... You think I'm here to explore your little secret? No, no, no, silly boy, I'm just here to torture you, that's all... Maybe you will say, you have already seen it
hell..."
One of Shadow's fingers waved gently, and the wound on Vihari's leg was torn open crazily at this moment. Sarain's power aroused the blood in her body, and it was extracted from the blood vessels as if it was given life.
This feeling, which was a hundred times more painful than pressing the wound, made the weak Vihari's body twitch crazily as if he had been shocked by electricity.
"Hey, don't talk, baby...save some strength."
Shadow's deep voice reached Weihari's ears: "Tonight is still very long... I mean, this is just the beginning. Evil energy is actually not suitable for you, kid... you are fast
There will be another kind of grace.”
"Tonight, I will purify all the evil energy from your blood. Tonight, I will turn you into a pure Vihari again... But this process will be a little... painful.
!”
The moment the words fell, Shadow's left fist clenched tightly. The wound on the poor evil hoof girl's left leg seemed to be sucked by a water pump, and the blood with green evil energy spurted out crazily, like a fountain.
Vihari wanted to scream in pain, but the next moment, a cold finger was placed on her lips, blocking all sounds. In the extreme pain, she could see with her eyes,
In front of her, Shadow's blood-red eyes shone with undisguised malice...and a touch of mockery, as if a little girl was playing with a favorite toy.
After more than ten seconds, the shadow straightened up. On her left hand, a ball of blood stained by evil energy was changing its shape. On the chair in front of her, the Eredar Demon Lord had curled up in a circle due to pain and weakness.
, Tyrant Vihari looked at the Dark Blade agent in front of him with a look of hatred.
"You...madman!"
"crazy?"
Shadow shrugged, waved his finger, and the ball of evil blood was put into a bucket of extremely compressed holy water. The two energies of evil energy and holy light collided crazily and were consumed, and the blood became transformed again.
Be pure.
Shadow looked at Haveli. She reached out and grabbed Haveli's blood-soaked underwear. She whispered:
"I'm not crazy... I'm just giving you a chance, little baby. Soon, you will realize your wish, your biggest wish."
"Tear it apart"
Amidst the tearing sound of clothes, the last covering of Vihari's body disappeared, and he appeared in front of the shadow in a naked posture. The shadow took off his gloves, and Sarain's power was wrapped around her fingers, and it soon became...
Becoming a vampire's claw, she placed the claw on Weihari's towering chest. She stared at the eredar demon in front of her, and she narrowed her eyes:
"Be patient, this will be a little... painful."
"puff"
blood splattered
"Am I...going to die?"
Having his heart pierced made Vihari's eyes become dazed, just like a fantasy before death. This fantasy did not last long. When the pain of bleeding again came, Vihari's eyes went dark.
All senses were completely lost.
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Dreams are weird fantasies produced by flesh and blood. When you dream, you are equivalent to entering another dimension and entering another world. Some people say it is fake, but others firmly believe that dreams contain more profound meanings.
Deep secrets.
"Shua"
Weihari opened her eyes suddenly and woke up from the chaotic and noisy dream. The instinct of the high-level demon still existed in her body, which made her sit up from the bed subconsciously, but the next moment, there was a violent
A headache hit Vihari, causing her to subconsciously cover her forehead.
However, at the same moment, Vihari discovered something abnormal about herself. She tremblingly put her arms in front of her eyes. The ugly arms covered with demon scales in her memory returned to smoothness overnight, just like a baby.
Her skin is as beautiful as jade.
Vihari's other hand caressed up his arm, to his smooth neck, and then to his tall chest, wandering over his almost perfect body, flat belly, slender thighs...etc.
,She is whole-fruited?
This discovery made Vihari instinctively tighten the quilt to cover her body... The strange thing is that during the decades she spent in the Burning Legion, she did not have the shame and anger that a woman should have.
In other words, not only has the human body been restored, but the emotions that were missing after absorbing the evil energy have also been restored? In other words, the soul that was corroded by the evil energy... has been restored?
"Pa"
She suddenly opened her five fingers and summoned the fire of evil energy in the way she remembered, but this time, the evil energy rejected her, or in other words, another strange power had filled her new body, but the evil energy, violent
The evil energy disappeared...
"You...what on earth did you do to me!"
A few minutes later, Vihari, wearing a simple nightgown, stood in front of a mirror, looking at the face that belonged to him in the past in his memory. There were no scars, no scales, no evil contamination, just a simple face.
Its face, big eyes, white horns, and flexible tail...just like a dream.
But Vihari is afraid of this change. She has been in the Burning Legion for too long, and she knows very well that any gift in this world comes with a price... And until now, she still doesn't know that she has paid for this change.
What price she paid, or in other words, what price she was about to pay for this.
"Bang"
The door to the room was pushed open, and Weihari subconsciously touched behind her, trying to hold onto her war hammer, but her touch came up empty. The shadow stood at the door of her room. The tall Dark Blade agent looked glowing in front of her eyes.
The new Eredar woman threw a black uniform in her hand to her and said calmly:
"Dark Blade Intelligence Agency Level 1 Agent Vihari, put this on! Then follow me."
