Sharlayan still doesn't know what Inas went through in Kul Tiras.
Based on the available clues, it is speculated that she should have dragged her injured body back and forth between Zandalar and Kul Tiras, otherwise she would not have known Death Loabang Sandy.
At dusk the next day, Olfa, who had returned to his human form, took Sarlayan to the Crimson Forest again.
Valeera stayed in the Thornspeaker's den to help take care of the little princess Jaina.
In the past two months, Jaina did not stay in the den to play wildly, but often traveled back and forth between Drustvar and Boralus.
Catherine wanted to take advantage of Daelin's time to cultivate Jaina's political literacy, but Jaina was obviously not interested in boring government affairs.
Jaina has been studying with the Tide Sage since she was a child, and her mind is much more mature than that of ordinary children of the same age.
But no matter how precocious she is, she is still just a 9-year-old girl. This age is the period when curiosity and playfulness are high.
Having been locked up in the Palace of Boralus since she was a child, Jaina had long been tired of the same scenery around her.
Catherine, who was busy with national affairs all day long, could not spare much time to take care of her daughter. With Gianna's coquettish coquettishness, she finally agreed to Gianna's request to go out for fun.
However, in order to ensure the safety of her daughter, every time Jaina left Boralus, she would be accompanied by two middle-aged female guards.
These royal guards have received a lot of combat training since they were young, and they are all elite in terms of combat effectiveness.
But having excellent fighting ability does not mean that they are also good at taking care of children.
On the contrary, these muscular men with big brains are all straight women, and they often make silly remarks that make Gianna laugh or cry.
Valeela's arrival made these helpless female guards breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, someone took over the task of taking care of them, and they no longer had to answer the little princess's 100,000 whys.
Frequently traveling between the two places, Jaina brought back a lot of the latest information from outside the island to Sarlayan and Valeera.
The Kul Tiras Islands are isolated overseas, and the Backlight Blade has not spread its intelligence network here. Valeera's only source of intelligence on the island is Jaina.
Publicly and privately, Valeela wanted to have a good relationship with this smart little princess, so it was not surprising that their friendship quickly grew.
Entering the Crimson Forest again, Sarlayan instinctively felt something was wrong.
"This forest... seems to be releasing hostility towards me?"
Sarlayan himself found it ridiculous.
The forest is full of immobile plants. Logically speaking, it is impossible for them to show obvious emotional changes like intelligent creatures.
But he dared to pat his chest and guarantee that there was indeed some kind of strange self-awareness in the crimson forest, which was currently hiding in the dark and staring at him with undisguised hostility.
"snort!"
Olfa sneered and looked around: "Who else could it be? That guy Gorak Tuor can only stare like this."
The entrance to Zlos, the Blighted Realm, is in the Crimson Forest.
The Blighted Realm, located between the Shadow Realm and the material world, has no actual coordinates. Except for its master, a "key" infused with the power of death must be used to open the door to passage.
Arriving deep into the forest with undisguised hostility, Orfa took a deep breath.
"This is it, let's get started."
Sharlayan nodded wordlessly and took out the ritual knife given by Bwonsamdi from the space package.
As Sarlayan injected a small amount of death power into it, a gray-black mist appeared on the blade.
"Hey!"
The clear sound of the knife sounded, and a space crack appeared in the mid-air where the ritual knife had been cut, and the strong power of death overflowed from the other end of the crack.
As living beings, Orfa and Sarlayan felt a little uncomfortable under the impact of the power of death.
Keeping Orfa's instructions in mind before setting off, Sarlayan reversed the majestic power of life in his body and covered the surface of his body with the power of death, which diluted the instinctive discomfort.
"Ahem!"
Olfa is old and his physical condition is not as good as before.
The power of death had a greater impact on him than Sharlayan, and just a short period of cold wind made him cough non-stop.
"call……"
After adjusting his breathing, Orfa stretched out his skinny arm and patted Sarlayan's shoulder gently.
"I, an old guy with one foot in the coffin, can only help you get here. The rest of the way is up to you to explore on your own."
"Remember, proceed with caution."
Olfa's eyes flickered a little, as if he was conveying some secret message to Sarlayan.
Sarlayan nodded knowingly and responded with an incomprehensible look.
"I will."
Watching Sarlayan slowly walk into the space rift, Olfa stood silent for a moment.
"Golak Tull, our time has long since ended."
"A race that has been eliminated by history should stay in the history books, and the Drust people's last stubborn resistance should end here."
…
Zloth, the Blighted Realm, is a special plane accidentally discovered by the Drust people, but it was not really created by them.
In this plane between life and death, many rules of the material world cannot be applied.
Sarlayan walked back and forth three times in a dark forest filled with thick fog, and finally understood this truth after being reminded by the barrage.
The environmental erosion of the power of death has been continuing. Sarlayan has limited time to operate in the Blighted Realm. He must find the controller of this plane, Gorak Tur, as soon as possible and take away all authority from him.
"Since I can't find anyone..."
Sarlayan stopped wandering around and stood there and took a deep breath.
"Just let you come to me on your own initiative!"
"Psychic."
Everything is lacking in the Blighted Realm, except souls.
In order to preserve the hope of a comeback and prevent the Drust souls from being snatched away by the Shadow Realm, Gorak Tull took the souls of a large number of radical Drust people who died in the war into the Blighted Realm.
Gorak had been promised by a certain big shot that when the time was right, he and his men would be sent back to Drustvar to give them a new life.
"No! I won't... give in!"
The face of Drust's soul that was channeled by Sarlayan was full of distortion, and Sarlayan was forcibly controlling his spirit through mediumship.
"Come here you go!"
Ordinary Drust soldiers could not withstand Sarlayan's control. After struggling for a while, they finally fell completely. The struggling expression on their faces gradually calmed down, and the originally lively expression became a bit dull.
"Tell me how I can find your friends."
Sarlayan glanced around with a half-smile. Ever since he entered the Realm of Blight, sharp ghost howls have been echoing around him.
If you are a timid person, you will have been driven crazy by these psychological things.
Unfortunately, Sarlayan has been as bold as an ox since he was a child.
To put it bluntly, ghosts are nothing more than souls.
The Necromancer has extremely strong control over the soul. If the soul dares to appear in front of the Necromancer, it is a sure way to seek death... even though they have died once before.
The soul of the Drust man who was controlled by the mind said stupidly: "Rotate in place three times, close your eyes and walk straight for 100 steps. Our..."
"Ohhhhhh!"
Drust's soul only said this, and Sarlayan was surprised to find that he actually broke free from his control.
But this is obviously not by his own strength.
Just as important information was revealed, the form of Drust's soul suddenly began to become twisted and distorted.
To put it in barrage terms, it was like there was a sudden problem with the TV signal.
"Wow!"
In the end, the wailing soul collapsed and dissipated on the spot, leaving only some soul body remains that exuded a fishy smell.
"This fishy smell is..."
Sarlayan knelt down to examine the remaining soul ashes, put it to his nose and smelled it.
"seawater?"
[Holy shit! I seem to understand something, be careful, Sasha! Gorak Tull may be related to...]
"Quick! Sluggish guys! Pad hard!"
"Hey! Drink!"
The mist filling the Blighted Realm made Sharlayan's visibility very narrow, but his hearing was not affected in any way.
Someone's command was heard in the mist, followed by a series of uniform chants.
[…Hela is in collusion.]
[Gan! You said it was a step too late, and the Nagfar is so proud of you!]