Under the cover of night, in a crumbling palace not far from the ruins of Narthalas city, Mrs. Iresor, who was wearing a gorgeous robe, was grabbed by the arm by a heavily armed Dark Blade warrior and dragged out staggeringly.
Outside the collapsed palace.
The power of the Realm of Death is surging in these ruins. Under the pressure of Tyrion's will, these noble ghosts surrounded by soldiers rushing out from the Realm of Death are simply unable to self-destruct... and
Facing the palace that had been completely occupied by the Dark Blade, these nobles who belonged to Prince Farodis 10,000 years ago had no choice but to surrender.
Even if they wanted to resist, they couldn't resist... The soul-robbing abilities of the evil gods in the night sky were simply fatal to these weird ghosts. Some of the disobedient guys had their souls forcibly taken away.
The remaining nobles were frightened.
Even though ten thousand years have passed under the curse, their thinking is still the original thinking of the upper elf, and the only person their vicious curse can harm is Prince Faroldis... As the old saying goes, people,
Those who can be hurt are always those who have good intentions toward themselves.
"Elder Edes? Why are you here? We haven't seen you in ten thousand years!"
Mrs. Iriser was rudely pushed aside by the Dark Blade soldier. The beautiful lady glared fiercely at the undead soldier wearing a black helmet behind her. She rubbed her wrist and looked for her in the crowd.
, and soon, she found a guy who appeared here unexpectedly.
"Where have you been for the past ten thousand years? Do you know how worried we are about you? You said you just went for a walk?"
Mrs. Iriser looked at the slightly embarrassed upper elf elder in robes in front of her with suspicion. Faced with Mrs. Iriser's question and the strange look in her eyes, the latter said uncomfortably:
"I don't know what happened, my Mrs. Iriser. I just heard a huge crash, and then I was crushed under the collapsed wood. After that, I have been waiting for rescue in the water."
The old elder who had been soaked in the cold lake for ten thousand years seemed to be a little confused. He looked around and asked in a low voice:
"So, where did that cute girl I was walking with disappear to?"
It was obvious that the elder's words could not be concealed from this well-informed palace lady. Mrs. Iriser crossed her arms and said to Elder Edes:
"Don't lie to us, Eds, didn't you go out and fool around with that purple-haired goblin maid?"
"What? No!"
The old elder hurriedly shook his arms and denied:
"No! Of course not!"
As he spoke, he looked at Mrs. Iriser's disdainful look, and the old elder shrugged helplessly:
"Okay, I went to meet another girl..."
"Don't talk! Stay quiet!"
A rude voice came from the side, interrupting the somewhat naughty and somewhat ruinous conversation between the two upper elf ghosts. Mrs. Iriser and Elder Edes turned around at the same time, and saw a man riding on a horse.
The high-level death knight on the skeleton horse looked at them indifferently. The indifferent eyes under the black helmet made the two distinguished ghosts feel fear, and they closed their mouths angrily.
At this moment, the open space surrounded by 30 cold ax guns is already bustling with many ghosts with "status" similar to Mrs. Iriser and Elder Eds.
The prominent "big men" in the decadent palace were all the rulers who managed the city of Nathalas in the past. Now, these fierce soldiers who almost descended from the sky are holding them here. Obviously, they need to do something.
What worries the ghosts even more is that the forces behind these soldiers have the ability to suppress the "curse", which means that the "self-destruction behavior" they have used to protect themselves for ten thousand years can no longer protect them.
.
"I said, Mrs. Iriser, I'm still a little confused about the situation."
Seeing the death knight holding the reins of the horse and leaving, Elder Edes quietly reached out his hand and lifted up Mrs. Iriser's slim waist in an ambiguous gesture. It looked like he was protecting her. In fact,
Two people were talking quietly.
"Honey, tell me, what's going on here?"
Elder Edes glanced at the crowd and asked in a low voice:
"Why didn't that damn traitor come? Was he assassinated? That would be great!"
Because of this somewhat Menglang-like title, Mrs. Iriser glared at the elder fiercely. Then she lowered her voice and said to the elder who didn't understand the situation:
"The traitor Farodis has long disappeared. He disappeared when the demons attacked the palace two days ago. Maybe he was captured by the demons, maybe he was killed, but now these soldiers are not the same as the demons.
Man, they appeared suddenly. Just after nightfall, I planned to take a nap, but I was woken up by them. Their number was almost endless..."
Having said this, the palace lady patted her chest with some fear and said to the elder:
"I also saw the brave Captain Thades leading the Night Watch against them, but he was quickly defeated by this group of weird undead. They have some way to forcibly suppress our escape... There is no doubt that,
This is a group of villains, a group of destroyers who come to destroy Saranas..."
Speaking of this kind of thing, Madam Ghost Spirit suddenly sighed, and her always suspicious attitude seemed to return to normal at this moment, but it only took one sentence.
"That's fine, that's fine...this cursed city should have been destroyed long ago."
"Well, I don't think they are bad people."
Elder Edes hesitated, but in the end he told Mrs. Iriser what he had just experienced:
"Did you know? My dear Arisel, I was rescued by this group of weird undead soldiers. They sent people to the bottom of the lake and rescued me from under the log. On the way back with them, I also
I saw those blue dragons that live in our northern mountains...you know them, right? That old blue dragon that is very difficult to mess with..."
"What happened to those dragons?"
An upper elf noble holding a wine bottle next to him asked curiously:
"Were you killed by these undead?"
These poor guys have been trapped in Assuna for ten thousand years. They have no real entertainment activities at all, so the bit of news brought back by Elder Edes is simply the best gossip news in their opinion.
, for a time, many people's eyes were cast on Elder Edes, who had a poor reputation. The latter was watched by others. He coughed slightly in a pretentious manner, then lowered his voice and said with a stern expression:
"No! I saw with my own eyes that those blue dragons were moving! These undead were helping those blue dragons move...even the dragon eggs that the blue dragons regarded as treasures were moved out!"
"Oh, Queen Azshara is here."
Another noble lady let out a pretentious scream. She covered her mouth with half of her fan and whispered to the others:
"Those blue dragons treasure their dragon eggs. Last time I wanted to see those dragon eggs, but I was rudely kicked out by the blue dragons. They were actually willing to give the eggs to the undead. Oh, those poor ones
Blue dragons must be coerced by these terrible undead like us, they are so pitiful."
"This is not..."
Elder Edes said with a strange expression:
"I saw that the group of blue dragons were getting along well with the undead. The undead made a huge stretcher and lifted the old but powerful blue dragon leader out of his pool... There were at least 100 of them, no.
, 200 undead soldiers carried the stretcher, and I also saw some undead on black horses feeding food to those young dragons who liked to cause trouble... Those young dragons seemed to like them very much."
"That would be even worse!"
Mrs. Iriser said in a low voice:
"Then it proves that the undead and the blue dragon have done some evil things. Maybe... maybe that's why we were arrested. Those blue dragons wanted to monopolize the land of Azsuna, and they hired the undead to kill...
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"Oh, this lady, you have a very open mind..."
Before Mrs. Iriser finished speaking, another voice joined the discussion. At this moment, all the ghosts turned around and saw Luminas Yanghen Station wearing majestic armor but no helmet.
In front of them, the Death Lord was throwing a black stone up and down in his hands.
Her blood-red eyes swept over the restless upper elves in front of her, and then she shook her head:
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the time for chatting is over..."
A malicious smile appeared at the corner of Luminas's mouth, and she deliberately lowered her voice and said:
"It's time to hit the road...everyone."
"Pa"
The black stone in the Death Lord's hand was crushed, and a crack leading to the Realm of Death was opened in the dark night. The whistling wind of the spiritual world blew the cheeks and hair of all the ghosts, causing them to let out bursts of screams.
She screamed like a chicken, and in the chaotic darkness, a little man with golden glitter all over his body ran out like a gust of wind. She jumped directly into the arms of Luminas, who also cooperated very well.
Hold her in your arms.
"Sister Lumi, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Another strange existence of the Dark Blade Legion, the mysterious Holy Light Ghost Yuna hugged Luminas's shoulders, avoiding the tickling fingers of the Death Lord. She smiled and lay on Luminas's shoulders, asking curiously
:
"Why haven't I seen you come to the hot springs recently?"
"Shua"
Luminas's face immediately fell, and she waved her fingers in a dazed manner:
"I can't go... at least not for the next few years... Those old warlords have banned me from going to the hot springs in the Realm of Death, but it doesn't matter, I will find a way to find you secretly."
After saying that, Lord Death, who was in a bad mood, also lost interest in joking with these ghosts. She stretched out her black gauntleted fingers forward and shouted:
"Get in! Everyone!"
"You...are you kidding!"
An upper elf noble ghost pointed at the cracks in the world where millions of ghosts were crying and screaming like an abyss, and he screamed:
"This kind of portal doesn't look like a good place at first glance. Are we out of our minds to enter it?"
"Bang"
What answered him was a bullet mixed with holy silver. The body of the ghost with its head blown open seemed to be torn apart at this moment, causing the remaining ghosts to let out a doomsday-like sharp sound.
Xiao Xiao, but everyone knows that the guy whose head was blown off will not actually die. Azshara's curse gives these ghosts the ability to resurrect continuously, and he will soon be "resurrected" in another place.
But the pain of a headshot...that is absolutely indispensable.
Luminas put down the pistol that was still emitting blue smoke, and said coldly:
"Did I say you could refuse? Now... get in!"
"I'm only saying this for the last time!"
The moment the Death Lord finished speaking, the surrounding undead soldiers all raised their heavy axes and guns. Under the threat of those guns emitting cold light, these unwilling ghosts had to move forward.
, but the speed is very slow, as if it is deliberately delayed.
"Do you know? The best thing about you being ghosts is..."
Luminas put the muzzle of the gun in her hand against the forehead of the trembling Mrs. Iriser, and her cold voice reached the ears of all the ghosts:
"I can torture you over and over again until you obey! You cowards who only know how to hurt others with harsh words, do you want to give it a try?"
"Wow"
Under this powerful threat, the team moved very fast, and Yuna, who was sitting on Luminas's shoulder, was biting a piece of special dried meat while curiously watching Miss Lumina's movements.
, she thinks her sister Lumi is so handsome!
"But Sister Lumi, is it really okay for you to threaten them like this?"
Yuna chewed the dried meat and said vaguely:
"Can't you tell them the truth?"
"Little fool."
Luminas patted Yuna's head and whispered:
"I am doing good deeds. Only bad deeds should be stopped. Do good deeds also need to be stopped? As for the truth... When they pass, they will naturally thank me. This is just for the suffering of poor Farodis.
To vent out ten thousand years of unfair treatment... For the sake of the elf noble dress he gave me, I think I should help him vent his anger."
"Wow"
The process of passing through the rift in the realm of death is not pleasant for a pure spirit body. It is like throwing the spirit body into a washing machine that is spinning wildly, and then it is continuously stretched, compressed, and stretched again, repeating this process over and over again.
After dozens of seconds, the dizzy ghost will be truly thrown into the land of death.
"Bang"
Mrs. Iriser fell to the grass-lined ground in embarrassment. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the terrible dizziness. However, at this moment, the poor lady who had been trapped in the curse for ten thousand years suddenly suddenly
She found that her thoughts and soul, which seemed to be rusty, became extremely clear again, as if...as if she was still alive.
The memory of ten thousand years of time kept rolling in her mind. She was like a bystander watching herself become irritable, stupid and vicious in that endless time. She watched herself become angry because of the resentment and curse in her heart.
Power, constantly instigating others to use words to attack Prince Farodis and the lord to whom she is loyal.
She clearly saw how every night, under the control of vicious thoughts, she plotted one disgusting rumor after another. She could feel how she stepped into the abyss of sin step by step and became a
The kind of venomous woman I once hated the most.
"Oh my god! Oh my god..."
Mrs. Iriser, who had regained her quiet and gentle posture, lay on the ground, holding her cheek and crying bitterly:
"What have I done...Poor Faroldis, God, what have I done..."
A piece of white silk was handed to Mrs. Iriser. The mentally tortured lady raised her head and saw Prince Faroldis standing next to her, looking at her with a gentle smile.
The smile made Mrs. Iriser a little confused. It wasn't until the prince reached out to help her up that she realized what had happened.
Mrs. Iriser took a step back hastily, lowered her hands, and said to her lord in a trembling voice:
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I...I..."
"Okay, my Mrs. Iris... everything is over. Those difficult times for you and me are over. Let those embarrassing memories remain in those cursed places."
Prince Farodis stretched out his hand and held the trembling palace lady in his arms. He patted her back gently and whispered:
"We want to look forward to a future of freedom, a wonderful future worthy of our expectations and blessings...a new order, a redemption, redemption for all of us..."
"Will you join me in reshaping this new order? In the name of what we have suffered..."
