Watching Masrae collapse to the ground screaming and bleeding, Diego used almost all his strength to control himself, without a single rifle butt poking the Banshee King's face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The power of the Holy Light that overflowed his body would have guaranteed him to harm the spirit, but he didn't do that.

He jumped off the platform and came to his friends.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I sincerely ask for your protection, under your glory, evil and darkness will not be able to blind my eyes, eat away at our flesh ~ body, and defile our soul!" Diego prayed silently in his heart, and then activated the Shadow Resistance aura. A ring of glittering light centered around him, surging in all directions, enveloping his companions in the protection of the Holy Light.

Diego noticed that the power of his Holy Light spell had greatly improved compared to before. Under the shadow of his aura, the Masrae finally stopped being corroded by the power of death, and their painful expressions became much more relaxed.

The others didn't look much better than him, Masrae didn't even bother to change forms, just lying on the ground like that, while the Blood Spear was on the handle of the warhammer, and his eyes were blood-red as he stared at the Banshee King who was still screaming on the high platform, as if hesitating to go up and give her a blow. As for Guan Haifa, the big cat was clearly frightened, and it threw itself into Diego's arms like a real cat, its ears clasped to the back of its head, its eyes wide with rage. This intense soul shock was completely beyond its cognition, making its hair stand on end. Like a great enemy.

Of the several people, Dezko, who had passed out in a coma, was the best. A faint earthy yellow light shrouded his body, trembling slightly under the impact of the power of death. It is clear that some kind of miraculous change has taken place in the Minotaur who has come back from the dead, and from the current situation, this change is obviously beneficial to the Minotaur.

The Banshee King's howl lasted so long that she didn't have to worry about lung capacity or anything like that after losing the restraints of her body, in fact, this explosion of death power had nothing to do with the flesh. Rather, it is an impact from the soul plane, and only certain spells can protect the soul from it. Coincidentally, none of these spells were unleashed by the traitors here.

So, when the Banshee King finally stopped screaming, there was not a single life left from this hall to the city outside, living or dead, or something in between, except for Diego and his party. What presented them was a hellish sight: piles of rotten flesh and entrails, spiritistic resurrections of the Forsaken. The abominations stitched together with alchemy technology had long since dispersed to the ground by now, and blood and pus flowed freely between Bai Sensen's skeletons, spreading a disgusting stench.

Diego's gaze wandered through the terrifying mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and finally turned to the Banshee King standing on the high platform. He made an unexpected discovery. Sylvanas had returned to her body, like a dress again. However, this "dress" was not as torn as Diego originally thought, and it burst in the ice. The Banshee King protected it from harm with the power of death.

It can be seen that all along. Sylvanas took great care of his body, or body, with great care. But its blue complexion, blood-red eyes, and dull white hair indicate that it has lost its life and vitality, and has become a walking corpse.

"Humans, you will be rewarded for what you have done today, say, what do you want from me?" Sylvanas said condescendingly, as if what she was about to give was not a reward, but a charity.

Despite his death, the Banshee King retains the pride and pride characteristic of the High Elves, but this trait is no different from arrogance in the eyes of many people of other races.

"No, Your Majesty, you have saved our lives, and we have already cleared up." Diego didn't have much interest in the legend, and he would have preferred to stay away from her if he could. A forsaken resurrected from the dead, an arrogant High Elf, a cold, vicious woman, a politician who breathes intrigue and hatred, a banshee king who takes pleasure in spreading fear and hatred, each of these identities is enough to make him want to distance himself from her.

"We just want to get out safely now." He humbly pleaded.

"That's right, I don't want to stay in this damn place for a second!" Next to him, Bloodspear muttered in approval, but his voice was louder than Diego's.

The queen looked at them with a blank expression, as if she was thinking about what to do with them. Perhaps their answer had offended the majesty of the ruler, Diego gripped the hilt of the Death Gaze's gun, the others quietly tightened their grips on their weapons, and Masrae rose from the ground.

"The way to the surface has been opened for you." The Queen, who had been silent for a long time, finally broke the silence, and waved her hand, motioning for them to leave, perhaps next, the ruler would begin to take care of his own affairs.

Diego bowed, then turned around and walked out of the hall without hesitation, blood and pus making a disgusting popping sound beneath their feet. His companions followed in his footsteps, and Dezko was once again carried on the broad back of the Big Bear.

"But whatever you think, human, remember that I owe you a favor, and you can always come and ask for it." As they turned the corner and were about to disappear from the Queen's sight, she suddenly shouted in a loud voice.

Diego turned his head in some surprise and saw her standing alone on the high platform, and at that moment, Diego only felt lonely and desolate from her. She had given her life to defend Quel'Thalas, but was rejected by her former people as an unclean being, and although she led the Forsaken to join the Horde, from orcs to minotaurs, they saw them more as tools to use than as unbreakable allies. Ununderstood, feared, she can only pin her passion on the forsaken, but cruelly, the subjects she once trusted betrayed her and destroyed the last hope in her heart.

Diego seemed to see that an endless shadow was eating away at the poor man's heart, where only coldness and despair, pain and darkness remained.

Diego stopped abruptly. He hesitated, he didn't know if it was right to just leave, perhaps, there was another choice? (To be continued.) )