Chapter 939 Just think that I am from the Selune family
"You two." 'Nan Feng' pushed away the big shield on his body and stood up Shi Shiran, "There is someone here who has something to say."
Demogorgon was stunned. After being a demon prince for so many years, he felt for the first time that mortals were so fucking magical. Was this talking to him?
Graz'zt, who had some dealings with the undead, was okay.
Although he is not unirritated, he understands that being angry is completely useless.
The undead will only think that there is something wrong with them and that they cannot understand human speech... To have such an awareness, one can imagine how much effort Graz'zt put in when he was in Toril.
After the Demon Gate under his control completely collapsed, one can imagine Graz'zt's anger.
Although the real sinner is that bitch in Vol'jin... but knowing that Vol'jin is a big trap, Graz'zt will never go to trouble the goddess of wealth.
Anyway, Wo'jin doesn't need a reason to trouble him, and it's not unusual for him to shy away from Wo'jin.
As for whether it will make people think that there is something wrong with Woking... what does that have to do with him?
Whether there are smart people in Toril or not will not affect Vol'jin's inevitable fate.
But Grazite’s losses must be compensated by someone, right?
The most suitable one is the undead who have been fighting the demon army for too long and even lured Wo'jin over!
Of course, in Graz'zt's mind, at least at that time, the undead, who were so numerous and extremely greedy, were quite valuable.
Then, Graz'zt, who was secretly commanding across the closed world of Toril, enjoyed endless humiliation.
It's not because every time he attacks the undead, he fails. The devil doesn't care about that kind of thing.
But he couldn't accept that all his judgments were wrong.
For the first time, Graz'zt felt that his brain was not enough.
He even went to see Rose because of this.
There's obviously something wrong with that Spider Queen's behavior.
Normally, it would be strange for her not to command the drow army to continuously attack the undead who dare to build dungeons in the Underdark.
Then, Graz'zt felt that he had not lived long enough and had not seen enough and heard enough.
He really didn't know how Rose could accept all this naturally, and even cooperate with the undead here and there.
But Graz'zt has always known what compromise is... after following the undead's trail to get to the bottom of it.
Frightened by some terrible realities, he deeply understood why Rose was so honest and planned to do the same.
The unkillable enemy is always the strongest... If he could deal with the undead, Orcus would have been killed by him long ago.
Do you really think he is willing to cooperate with that skull head to deal with Demogorgon?
The two-headed baboon was annoying, but Orcus, who Graz'zt had to compromise with, was even more disgusting.
Graz'zt knew very well that Orcus had the same attitude towards him.
The only basis for their cooperation is whether Demogorgon is sane or mad.
When the two-headed baboon can still control himself, believing that Orcus is a good ally is suicide.
Of course, the reverse is also true, but Graz'zt doesn't want to analyze his own nature.
However, since he can tolerate even people like Orcus who he can attack, and existences like the undead that do not affect his actual interests at all, Graz'zt can accept it even more.
He won't even get angry because he can't do anything.
Especially when he discovered that although these undead people were troublesome, they were not necessarily against him.
Then it doesn't matter.
Graz'zt will never come to a place like Toril in person again... It doesn't matter even if someone is killed, dead men are the most useless anyway.
If you die, just die.
It's better to be like now, and be able to cooperate with the undead when necessary.
That is, you have to lower your arrogance a little bit, don't treat yourself as a devil prince, and you can't treat everyone as the mud under your feet.
But Graz'zt has always been indifferent to this... During those years in the Witch Queen's hands, he almost disguised himself as a real, flesh-and-blood human being.
He slowly flew in front of Demogorgon... and even dropped down a little, so that he was at the same level as the head of the giant two-headed ray. His posture was really low.
Demogorgon, who had already reached an agreement with the other party, did not feel threatened or condescending. Naturally, he was still the rational head in charge of the overall situation.
After all, the most important agreement between Graz'zt and him was that as long as the situation was under control, Demogorgon could not let that violent head speak out.
Even though his head was bloody and his bones were broken after being beaten by Demogorgon, Graz'zt still insisted on the reality of this agreement and let the two-headed baboon take control of himself.
Of course, the most important reason is that Demogorgon also knows that if he wants to achieve his goal, he must not fall out with the undead.
There's nothing scary about these little things. Demogorgon has never been afraid of crowds.
But Lansander, Shar, and Selune, who doesn't know whether they will come, are a big trouble.
When it comes to fighting, Demogorgon certainly doesn't care who he fights.
But if you want to dig out what you want from those guys and figure out some secrets... Demogorgon still knows that he doesn't have that ability.
He still can't understand what kind of miracle it is that allows those three guys to squat in the same place and do the same thing!
If one person is missing, Demogorgon will be able to take a gamble.
If there was only one, the two-headed baboon would definitely dare to straighten up and do it by himself!
But...the reality is that when Graz'zt flew to the edge of the colorful cloud and chatted gently, the huge two-headed ray shrank its head and took a step back.
He was a little worried that when he heard the undead's rude remarks, he would be unable to control his violent temper and really strangle the little knight to death.
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‘Nan Feng’ really didn’t think there was anything wrong with him, he was so polite!
Therefore, when facing Graz'zt, he stood straight and spoke confidently.
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ just asked him to introduce the current battle situation and inform the other party that Vecna’s target was Shar’s shadow power.
"You mean..." Graz'zt actually found it difficult to listen, and even more tired from thinking about it.
He never expected that one day he would hear the story of Shar squandering his power to create some gem wonders for fun.
Ah, it's not a story, it's reality.
Graz'zt couldn't hear the value of those mission puppets that forced Shar to use her pure power of shadow.
What's the use of that thing?
Where Shar is, isn't the passage to the Shadow Realm open casually?
Graz'zt felt in a daze that what he heard was Shar who was being impersonated... The first thought that came to his mind was that when AO was cleaning up the Shadow Realm, he simply destroyed Shar's head.
Did you clean it up too?
But he had just seen the Lady of the Night in Paradise Mountain, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with her at all... She was still so wicked.
Graz'zt couldn't help but scratch the itchy top of his head before continuing to ask, "Vecna, what is the value of that thing?"
The demon's invasion of the Greyhawk world is quite powerful, and of course he knows that world very well.
Just Vecna?
Is it worthy for Shar to use his own power as bait?
"Shar is quite interested in his secret priesthood. She stole his eyeball before and turned it into a divine weapon." 'Nanfeng' didn't know what he was thinking, and he very frankly followed the undead's point of view.
Gave him the answer.
Demogorgon, who was standing in the distance and listening to the conversation, shook his head at the same time. After making sure that he had shaken the P released by the undead, he nodded together.
"I understand." Graz'zt decided to end this topic.
The undead's views on Shar were a bit too sincere, sounding like they were talking about a good person.
Such a solid reason, give it to Lansander, ah, no, Tyr can still use it.
‘Nan Feng’ lowered his head and looked at his tablet: “Oh, our commander asked me to tell you, don’t worry about why, this is the reality.
Anyway, Shar has already done this.
Vic is not of much value to you, is he? Except that he can get out Igwilf."
Graz'zt finally became more serious: "Just him?
Although Demogorgon and I did try our best to hide the information we came in, Iggwilf should have felt it.
The only thing that can be hidden from her is who comes, not who doesn't come."
‘Nanfeng’ waved the tablet in his hand: “You are of no use, you need Demogorgon.
You'd better keep hiding and don't show your face."
The two-headed ray suddenly let out a low laugh... He hadn't been so happy for many years.
Graz'zt silently reached out and put on his hood, leaving only a pointed chin for 'Nanfeng'.
Feeling the look from under the hood, 'Nan Feng' put down his big shield and scratched his head awkwardly: "I said the wrong thing, didn't I?
Then you just think that I am from the Selune family. I don’t know how to speak human language anyway, so just listen to me.”
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Selune pointed at the giant screen coldly: "Why does this undead talk about my people like this?"
She also decisively turned this sentence onto her followers.
Hill let out a breath and slowly explained: "He has a relatively good relationship with Tyr's Knights of Justice, and he also participated in their formal knight training."
There is one place that the Knights of Justice must go to in Aglaia...the Tomb of Justice.
Because there is a huge square in front of the cemetery, they will also let their reserve knights do daily training there...to give the sacrificed seniors a glimpse of the future.
However, they have a very rude neighbor.
Silver Moon Priests would often appear next door to feel the moonlight left by their Lord God in the Silver Moon Tomb.
The arrogant Silver Moon Priest never let go of any righteous knight who failed in training...especially those who fell off their horses and were trampled by them.
Of course Selune knew about these things, she even laughed at them.