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With no one to guide her, Loria stood on the edge of the cage where the ghoul Dango II was kept, experimenting, occasionally sitting on the ground and rummaging through the sacred scriptures until the dwarven mercenaries returned to the camp with a large amount of supplies, and continued until late at night.

During this time, she also tried the healing techniques of the Divine System, but she did not find the trick, and went through the content of the Precept System several times from beginning to end...... Most of the time, she continued to read about the heartbeat, as if trying to find between the lines the secret door to success hidden on the page.

However, it didn't help.

Dango No. 2 wasn't as noisy as its predecessor, but lay in the cage without any energy - perhaps too badly injured when caught.

Loria, who was sitting on the floor flipping through a book, tilted her head in a daze, as if she was asleep while sitting, saying that it seemed to be because she didn't think she was asleep...... Gradually, she saw once again the spectacle of the past—points of light flowing quietly underground, converging in the direction of Dalaran.

This time it was not as grand as the scene she had seen on the island, and no matter how much Loria struggled to see farther, she could not control her gaze and her mind at ease, and could only see so far away from the camp, where there was not even a stream of light, but a thin ribbon of light.

The noise from reality interrupted Loria and pulled her out of that wonderful world - when she opened her eyes, it was already dawn, and Dango 2, who had rested all night, seemed to regain his energy, screaming and crashing against the wooden cage, while Elie Meow was poking at it with a small stick.

Loria had no intention of stopping Elie Meow, she was still reminiscing about the wonderful and illusory world of light, until she noticed the contents of the holy scriptures that had been opened on the ground, and she realized why she had seen those points of light again, which opened the sacred texts and introduced the meditation of the precept system, which was said to have the function of increasing the upper limit of magical power.

Although she hadn't learned to blast her mind, Loria seemed to have come into contact with something else interesting, she raised her eyebrows to make sure that her magic was a little different, it was not the same as the day before, she tried to enter the world of light again, but she couldn't succeed anyway.

With no one to give you directions, to indicate where you are, to learn something you don't know at all, and in the end, Loria wasn't sure if meditation was really useful, if she would ever be able to enter the meditative state again, and if that wonderful state was really due to meditation.

Loria had only planned to stay in the glade for a few days, but they didn't expect them to stay until the end of March.

The caged ghoul Danko 2 is still alive, and although Loria tries to kill the painful undead with an ice arrow every day, she always needs a target to practice her shadow spells...... Although it has not been successful once so far.

Vanilla had tried to speak to Dango 2 in an attempt to reclaim what might still be its humanity, but she failed, the plague of natural disasters and their technology for creating the undead were not as fragile as they thought, and the ghoul may have been made of the corpses of one or a few ordinary people and his or her or their broken souls, and did not have the will strong enough to cause a miracle to happen.

Occasionally, when you look at its crazy and cloudy yellow eyes, you will see pain, which is both its pain and your pain.

"Kill it...... Just raise it like this, and feed it meat, but in the end you still have to kill it, why don't you hurry up and do it? ”

Finally, one day, Vanilla couldn't stand it anymore, and she didn't know if it was out of sympathy, pity, or simply annoyance with the annoying ghoul screams and foul smell.

Loria turned her head and glared at Vanilla, her eyes were gloomy, conveying a terrible mood to the extreme, she hated natural disasters, but she was not in the habit of torturing the undead, if it weren't for the lack of undead activity near Ambermere, she would have killed this poor and disgusting monster long ago.

Vanilla seemed to be frightened by Loria, she hesitated, said no more, and left the tent where the cage was placed.

However, Loria's mood did not improve because of this, the rough voice of the jackal in the camp, the footsteps of vanilla walking out, and the roar of the ghoul who was close at hand all upset her, and the obscure desire for destruction rose from her heart, and the vicious thoughts without concrete content germinated, she kicked the cage hard, as if trying to vent her gloomy and irritable mood, but the shackles of reason were completely detonated by the stench from the mouth of the ghoul who was lying on the edge of the cage and grinding his teeth at her.

Die, filthy and lowly things.

Emotions that were by no means rosy erupted, and they did not require any deliberate guiding magic, they naturally transformed into the form of shadows, working in a way that Loria had tried countless times and finally mastered.

Look at this devastated land, listen to the wails of those who survived but died in the plague, the kingdom has fallen, kindness and justice have become the most ridiculous qualities, the homeland that mankind has worked so hard to protect and run for generations has been ravaged by a psychotic and his minions, and beauty has become an unattainable luxury...... Parents become undead, drag out children hiding under the bed, tear them apart with their own hands, but they can't even feel sadness and pain, lose their minds, and become slaves of madmen to destroy the world.

Die, monsters that don't even exist in themselves.

She lives in a bloody monastery, and how can she not know how many evil things the natural disaster has done.

Those outsiders have never truly understood the sorrow of Lordaeron, how many people have died in the invasion of the undead, and how many happy families have been shattered.

There is no need for dusty light in the world, and more powerful power is needed to punish sin.

Die, slave who has lost his freedom, and go to hell with your savage and foul master and his boy Arthas.

The darkest of powers were enough to devour all light, and countless vicious curses were born, so that she didn't need to care about the details, and countless ways to torture and destroy her enemies were naturally presented to her.

It is not a lie that it is written, "Leave behind the thoughts of the light and embrace the deepest darkness."

……

Dango No. 2 finally 'died', without any external injuries, and died in a more twisted and terrifying appearance than when he could still move.

There was no need to worry about it getting up again and attacking the living, there was nothing left inside except for the shell.

As Bernie and Gnar dragged the ghouls outside the camp, Loria asked Elie Meow, "Now, should I replace the Light with the Shadow when I pray in the future?" (To be continued.) )