The next day, when Lord Thun's mangled body was lifted out of the rubble, it caused quite a stir within the Joy Sect.

Thun's death surprised countless people, after all, he was one of the most respected lords under Moras, and his ability naturally went without saying, and none of the people who could climb to the position of the fear lord were good characters.

Over the centuries of following Moras, Thun has climbed his way through the ranks of corpses and bones to rise to the throne and become the lord of Shattered Moon Harbor. However, it is difficult not to wonder if there is a cat behind the cause of his death.

Morath was furious about this, and in revenge for the desolate defenders, she did not give timely orders to restrain her plundering troops, resulting in the death of half of the population of the entire Bleak Fortress in the chaos.

A few days later, some discerning people reacted and smelled the political significance behind this strange death.

The death of a vested interest frees up many resources. After Thun's death, the Broken Moon Harbor he occupied inevitably became a big cake in the eyes of the other lords, and everyone talked about it, and finally agreed that among the existing lords of the Joy Sect, the old high-ranking sorceress Korwesz, and the newly rising Lord Hemmer were the most likely to take over Broken Moon Harbor.

At the Black Court, Moras ordered his henchman Sabios to investigate the matter thoroughly. For a time, everyone was in danger.

Her originally charming phoenix eyes were full of majesty at the moment, and she didn't dare to look at them directly, looking at the many lords below who were hanging their heads, silent, and the entire hall fell into dead silence.

Truzi's supreme empress is always high, like a kaolin flower, and rarely shows strong emotions in front of her subordinates, but when she is angry, it means that someone is about to come to disaster.

Every lord who was watched by the superior was tense and did not dare to breathe, for fear of arousing the empress's suspicion, and only when his gaze swept over the others did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Eventually, Morath's gaze fell on Hemmer's face, revealing a meaningful smile.

Hemer's expression was as usual and steady as an old dog, but he was still a little apprehensive in his heart.

He thought that with Moras's scheming, he could probably guess that he did it himself. She doesn't kill someone who is useful to her for the sake of a dead waste, though. Survival of the fittest, the weak bleed, and the strong ascended. That's what she taught herself.

Speaking of which, he is still her good apprentice.

"Everybody quit, Hemmer stays."

Hearing Moras's sneer, everyone chuckled in their hearts, and subconsciously turned their eyes to the lord who was standing straight on the ground, revealing a look of disbelief.

In the eyes of everyone, Hemer, who started from the army, is definitely an outlier.

Gentleness, kindness, and all qualities that are not compatible with Truuzzi's personality can be found in him.

Extremely concerned about his subordinates, he did not hesitate to dismantle the Temple of Kane under layers of pressure; Rarely taking prisoners and plundering, he was more like an Azul than a Duruzzi.

How would such a person murder Thun, who has never had any grudges?

really knows people and faces, but doesn't know their hearts, and was almost deceived by his appearance. The lords left with their hearts in mind.

Hemmer was the only one left in the hall, stubbornly meeting Morath's gaze.

No nonsense, Morath raised her hand expressionlessly, grabbed Hemer in the air and slammed it against the wall.

Boom!!

The sound of the crash echoed throughout the hall, and even the guards in the hallway could hear it clearly through the walls.

Extreme pain came from all over his body, and Hemer's bones were about to fall apart, and he stood up in pain, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a long sword rapidly expanded in his eyes.

However, Hemmer didn't dodge, he knew he couldn't dodge. He let the sharp sword pierce into his shoulder armor, and he was pinned to the ground without a backhand.

Morath stood up leisurely, walked gracefully, came to Hemer's side, crossed her arms and looked down at him, "Very well, I still underestimated your bottom line, Hemer." ”

"You have the audacity to do something right under my nose."

Is it true that everyone is Thun's kind of wine bag and rice bag?

Playing tricks in front of her, he was still a little too tender.

Hemmer collapsed to the ground, his eyes dripping with blood.

"I taught you to learn to be unscrupulous, but you have to understand that what I am willing to give you is yours, I don't give it, you can't rob it!"

Morath's elven language was menacing, her grammar was rigid, every word was heavy, tough and imposing, and she swayed her slender feet on Hermer's shoulders as she spoke.

Hemmer's face was as pale as snow, but he didn't scream.

As much as a person desires, he has as much endurance.

Hemmer told himself that now was not the time to rebel, and that he had to be patient.

From the time he planned to do something to Thune, he had expected it.

However, he would not hesitate to kill Thun again.

"You'd better do it seamlessly, and pray that Sabios doesn't find any clues, otherwise..."

She doesn't need a subordinate who can't even do assassination.

Hemmer sneered, and none of the witnesses survived except for the fog guards who were loyal to him. And the weapon he used to kill Thun was the same as the weapon used by the defenders of the Bleak Fortress, and Sabios could only find himself unless he could get the dead to speak.

After venting his anger fiercely, Morath had the nearly seriously injured Hemmer carried away, and then, after weighing the pros and cons, let him take over the defense of Shattered Moon Harbor and become the local lord.

At the same time, while the Cult of Pleasure occupied the Bleak Fortress and dealt with internal affairs, a series of changes were taking place throughout the kingdom of Nagarus.

Shocked by the Pleasure Cult's backstabbing desolate defenders and occupying the Bleak Fortress, and expanding its power to the edge of the Doomsday Glades, Essialion, who was fighting in the Blackridge Mountains, hurriedly retreated to Hagrid's Hall to prevent Morath from continuing north, and wrote to the Witch King Malekith for an explanation.

Mom cheated herself again, and the witch king had a headache, and under a lot of pressure, he could only go through the process and ask Moras for an explanation.

Not surprisingly, the letter sank into the sea.

Moraskeng's own son is not once or twice, besides, can the matter between mother and son be called a pit?

The Dark Elves actually started a conflict of their own, causing all the Wood Elves to laugh, and Athel Loren was suddenly filled with a happy air.

With the withdrawal of Etharion, the leaders of the remaining factions withdrew one after another, leaving Malus alone.

Without the support of his allies, Malus simply took his sister and rode back to Hagrid-Grave on his beloved grudge, and continued to live happily.

The Witch King's strategic plan failed again, but this was not the first time he had failed, anyway, every military operation against the island of Osune had failed, and it was not bad to lose the Wood Elves.

Poor Witch King is like all weekend prime-time cartoon villains, and every time he goes on an expedition, he shouts "I'll be back!" as a villain! "Wrap it up.

However, although the attack on the witch woodland failed, it was not without gains, at least the wood elves were beaten half to death, and it was difficult to threaten the kingdom of Nagarus. Rounding up, this wave didn't lose.

After a war against the Wood Elves, the Witch King did not lose, Morath won and Etharion lost a lot.

The mother-son partnership has pitted a wave of their own people.

After stabilizing the situation in the Bleak Keep, Morath sent Hemer to the port of Broken Moon.

The first thing Hemmer did when he took office was to arrest all the nobles in the area and sacrifice more than half of them to Marselan, the Lord of the Abyss.

"Lord Hemer, why don't you kill them all? lest they cause trouble. Eliden, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but ask.

If you want to clear Thun's forces in the Broken Moon Harbor, why don't you do everything and let half of them go?

Hemmer sat on a chair, staring at the bloodstains in the courtyard with a deep gaze, and said with a smile: "Politics is a bloodless war, not a war. Some people you can't deal with cleanly, and it's always a problem. There are some people you handle too cleanly, which will cause more trouble. The killing is too wide, the pressure is too tight, and there will be people jumping over the wall in a hurry. ”

Now that the Broken Moon Harbor has changed its lord, people's minds have changed. If he wants to calm the situation, he only needs to kill the thorns, and it will be too much to kill again.

"I see." Eliden chuckled.