"Akara, those terrible green-skinned monsters have completely captured the monastery and killed Andariel as well.

There is no power left in the land to stop them from advancing and conquering.

And according to the Scouts, everything from the Frozen Plains to the Stone Wilderness to the Bones and the Dark Forest is now overgrown with those strange spore plants.

Tens of thousands of green-skinned monsters are born from the fruits of these plants.

They even fight and fight each other, and then the winner grows taller and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it continues to breed at this rate, it won't be long before its numbers fill the entire sanctuary.

To be honest, I think these green-skinned monsters may be even more terrifying than the demons of hell.

Even if we set fire to burn the spore plants along with the forest, it won't be long before they grow out of the charred black earth again.

So you have to decide right away whether you want to take everyone with you and run away from this world.

Otherwise, once the other side turns around and attacks this camp, we probably won't be able to hold it for even half an hour.

Villages and towns that have tried to resist and have been ruthlessly destroyed are the best examples. ”

Kasha stood in front of his adoptive mother, and with a solemn expression, he explained the grim situation at the moment.

Because just a few minutes earlier, a returning Rog sentry had just reported that a small force of orcs had been spotted almost a hundred and sixty kilometers away from the camp.

It was evident that after capturing the monastery and killing Andariel, the orcs had lost the goal of continuing the war, so they began to expand their power aimlessly in all directions, looking for opponents who could fight and make themselves waaaaagh again.

Otherwise, they will start Civil War mode due to their boredom.

Yes, you read that right.

When the Orcs are unable to find a suitable war partner in the vicinity, they will split into multiple tribes and clans to fight themselves.

Therefore, the most important job of every orc warlord is to ensure that their army always has an external enemy, no matter how powerful and invincible the opponent is.

At present, Lakruutag has sent more than 50,000 orc boys and snot spirits, riding on multi-legged bionic mounts, motorcycles, and chariots made of demonic corpses and various strange machines, just like the army of nomads raiding the grasslands south, using the monastery as a starting point to attack in the four directions of the south, east, west, and north.

If you encounter a small group of demons, you will immediately rush to destroy them, and if you find human villages and towns, you will conquer and occupy them, and you will be like locusts crossing the border.

However, if they encounter a large number of demons, they will immediately report to the orc warlords, and then Lacrututag will personally lead the army to crush the enemy.

You must know that the previous bloody battle with the demons has unlocked a lot of technology for the orcs, and it is no longer a primitive infantry that only relies on two legs, but more than a dozen different types and styles of vehicles from the ground to the air.

And after killing Andariel, there are also "war bosses" wearing super heavy armor, and "crazy boys" who have been biochemically modified after being injured in pieces.

This means that a distance of 160 kilometers is actually very dangerous.

Even excluding fighter-bombers that may fly through the sky and are crammed with turrets of all sizes, the speed of the ground forces alone is about two or three hours' drive.

Of course, the Fallen Demons and Zombies scattered in the wilderness may attract distracting orcs, so Camp Rog theoretically has a few days to spare.

As someone who had witnessed the brutality of the orcs, Kasha would rather fight the demons to the death than fight this crazy group of mad men who take pleasure in battle.

"Now that the road to the East has been sealed, let's take everyone and retreat southwest and escape from the continent by boat from King's Port."

Akara was silent for a moment, and then quickly made up his mind.

She apparently didn't believe the mysterious voice that sounded in her ears for no apparent reason, and she didn't think it was a wise choice to leave the sanctuary.

After all, it was clearly mentioned in the books she had read that there was only heaven and hell except for the world in which humans lived.

And the indigenous angels and demons of both places are hostile to humans.

No one knows if what awaits the refugees after passing through the portal is an endless army of demons and merciless slaughter.

In contrast, it is safer to go out to sea by boat.

The Sanctuary is not just a continent, but is divided into two parts, east and west.

Camp Rog is now located on the western continent, in the area of Tristram south of Canduras, and the monastery is located in the only passable pass in the mountains, and further east is the pearl of the Aranok Desert, Ru Gain.

If you can start from the relatively close port of Kings, you can reach the Scovo Islands in the middle of the southern part of the two continents in half a month to a month.

And it happens to be home to the Amazons and the Blind Sisterhood.

In Akara's view, in a chaotic situation like the one in which everyone is at risk, there is no safer and safer option than to return to the Skóvo Islands.

"Good! I immediately ordered everyone to pack up their things and leave immediately. ”

It was very rare for Kasha not to quarrel with his adoptive mother, but immediately called for his Rog mercenaries to carry out the order.

Because she knew that it was time to race against the clock, and any unnecessary delay could mean being discovered by the orcs.

In less than an hour, the vast army of refugees began to move cautiously southward under the protection of the Rogge mercenaries.

However, the natives of these sanctuaries did not know that their every move was actually completely presented in a projection of another time and space.

It's just that this time the focus of the observation is not on the refugees in Camp Rog, but on the process of compleating the Orcs from quantitative change to qualitative change.

"What a near-perfect group of biological weapons.

They were born for war, died for war, and grew and evolved in war.

You can even feel the joy and satisfaction of it.

So this is the surprise that Soth has in store for the orc main god?

I must admit that he has always been quite creative when it comes to torturing and making enemies feel painful.

I just don't know how Geush will react when he sees a group of orcs who have the most perfect in his mind appear in front of him, but they are not controlled and influenced by him, but become a sword in the hands of the enemy.

I believe that this arrogant, arrogant, hateful and hostile god will have a very, very wonderful expression on his face at that time. ”

After admiring the Battle of the Monastery, Sean VII finally gave his opinion of the Orcs.

Because aside from the fact that they are not easy to control due to their chaotic nature, these green skins, which combine flesh and metal machinery, are impeccable.

Jin-Gitaxia nodded thoughtfully: "You're right.

The great Father of New Phyrexia recognized the great potential of this race and strengthened and upgraded it several times.

Now they're just like those players, they're all natural disasters.

Once you appear in a certain world, it often means that the countdown to the destruction of this world has begun.

But do you know why this world was chosen as the testing ground for the compleat orcs? ”

"Why?"

Sean VII asked with interest.

Jin Gitaxias explained with a smirk: "Because the angels and demons of this world are immortal, and the speed of rebirth is much faster than you think.

This means that the Compleat Orcs will replace the original humans and become the third party in this eternal war.

The never-ending war will make the orcs constantly upgrade and iterate themselves from the genetic level, until they change from quantitative to qualitative.

In the process, their waaaaagh force field will become more and more powerful, and even strengthen the angels and demons in reverse through the power of my search.

In this way, the three warring parties will show a trend of interdependence spiraling.

At that point, can you imagine what would happen if you let them out after a while? ”

"So you're actually using the unique environment of this plane to raise Gu?"

The corners of Shane VII's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Although he guessed part of Zuo Si's intentions, he never expected the other party to be so crazy.

At this moment, this powerful half-lich finally understood the gap between himself and Zuo Si's understanding and application of the power of the Brigade Mage's spark.

Constantly break the limitations of your own thinking and vision, make full use of the specialties and rules of every known world, and turn yourself into a node connecting the multiverse.

That's the right way to use a spark.

However, most of the new generation of travel mages only use sparks as a convenient way to cast spells, as well as a means to travel quickly and escape in case of danger, and they are completely putting the cart before the horse.

Just as Jin-Gitaxias opened his mouth to say the words "completely correct", a female figure with an explosive body wrapped from head to toe in black metal armor suddenly walked out of the passage next to the chrono beacon tower with elegant and sexy steps.

"Sheoldred? How did you end up like this! ”

The Blue Judge recognized the colleague's changed image at a glance.

After all, although the huge and terrifying part of the latter below the waist was replaced by two slender thighs, the upper body and delicate face remained the same.

"How, do you like my new look?"

Sheoldred pretends to open her arms gracefully to show off her bumpy curves that are enough to make a man's blood boil and a woman feel jealous.

However, a closer look reveals that the interior of her body has in fact been replaced by complex mechanical and magical structures, except for the deliberately exposed areas covered in white skin and a small amount of flesh.

In particular, the black crystalline gems set in the full chest contain unimaginable and amazing energy, all of which are black mana symbolizing decay and death.

You don't need to ask to know that the conquest and killing in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located has made this black praetor much stronger.

In terms of individual strength, he is now the most powerful of the New Phyrexian Meanings, not one.

Sheoldred alone was able to beat the other four praetors without looking up.

What's more, she also has a huge army in her hands that can suppress the Burning Legion and control almost half of the physical universe.

But Jin-Gitasha, who was obsessed with research, obviously didn't care about this, but looked at the magic and technology used by the other party to transform his body with interest, and after a long while, he questioned: "You don't perform your duties well, and suddenly run over is there something important?" ”

"Nothing important.

But didn't you mention last time that you wanted a few living Naru to do research, or even find a way to compleat them?

Some time ago, I happened to ambush a fleet of the Holy Light Legion, and I happened to capture a few prisoners, so I sent them to you. ”

With that, Sheoldred pulled out a device the size of a palm-sized container, activated the magic rune on it, and threw it into the clearing next to it.

Moment!

The small box grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a prison constructed with an energy force field.

Inside, there was a slightly larger and three smaller Holy Light Naru.

As soon as they appeared, Shane VII, as an undead creature, immediately subconsciously took two steps back.

Although he possessed the legendary magic of the half-lich body, which would not be destroyed by direct exposure to too strong positive energy and holy light energy, that instinctive disgust could not be avoided.

"Awesome! That's exactly what I wanted. ”

Seeing that there was a new research topic, Jin-Gitasha's eyes lit up, completely ignoring Naru's protests, and directly waved his hand to several assistants to transport him to the rare and valuable test subject storage center.

Seeing Naru disappear at the end of the corridor, Sheoldred lowered his voice and profound: "I heard that the great Father of New Phyrexia is preparing for a new war?" ”

"No, not in preparation, but in the beginning." Jin-Gitaxia corrected quietly.

"Do you think I have a chance to be a part of it?" Sheoldred continued to ask.

You don't need to ask to know that it was fake that she came back to send the prisoners this time, and she wanted to ask if she had a chance to participate in the war.

After all, as the commander of the New Phyrexian army, her greatest value is to use her talents in war to win one glorious victory after another for her master.

It is only through constant war and slaughter that the Black Judge and his forces continue to grow until they become the most powerful faction in New Phyrexia.

Jin-Gitaxias was undoubtedly well aware of Sheoldred's wishful thinking, and sneered in response, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm talking about this kind of thing, you have to ask the great Father of New Phyrexia yourself."

He is the only one who has the final say.

But I think you'd better not expect too much.

After all, in the universe where you are stationed, the war is not over, but has only entered a temporary recuperation.

And the master has a lot more power and hole cards at his disposal than you think. ”

With that, Jin-Gitaxia gently pressed a button, and immediately followed by the projection of several sons of Superman engaged in a one-on-one duel in outer space.

The heat vision that was enough to melt everything and the impact that destroyed the world suddenly made the black demon judge show an extremely shocked expression.

What made her even more unbelievable was that such a huge amount of destructive force hit each other and didn't cause any decent injuries, at best, it could only be regarded as skin trauma.

"This ...... Are these guys gods? ”

There was a tremor in Sheoldred's voice.

"Gods?

No, no, no, they're just bioweapons created by the great Neo-Phyrexian fathers through artificial insemination and cross-species hybridization.

The ones you see are the best of them all, and they will be part of Her Highness Anne's Guard.

In addition to this, there are millions of identical clones in petri dishes.

In addition, in the subordinate plane of the ninth layer of Bato's hell, a group of hundreds of millions of heavily armed devil Astartes are also ready to go, and the scale of the dragon army is also becoming unprecedentedly large.

So don't be naïve enough to think you're irreplaceable. ”

As he spoke, Jin-Gitaxia stretched out his scythe-sharp fingers and lightly cut a trail of blood on Sheoldred's face, allowing the oil hidden beneath the skin and muscles to slide down the wound.

It was not difficult to tell from the smug expression on his face that he was enjoying his special position over all the other praetors.

Because only he knows most of Zuosi's plans, research topics and achievements.

As for things like the army, with the corresponding technology and unlimited resources, it is not as much as you want.

And the original legions, whether they were constructs, corpse-embedded creatures, undead creatures, or ordinary low-level New Phyrexian cannon fodder, have long since been replaced by new, more powerful legions.

Compleat Orcs, Son of Superman, Devil Astarte, a fully automatic space fleet that covers the sky and the sun, and Katakan Bark Toad that specializes in rushing into the middle of enemies and blowing himself up......

Of course, Jin-Gitaxia is no secret.

At least he had never had a chance to study the dark dimension, and he was also strictly forbidden to study the genes of Zuo Si himself and his descendants.

"Damn! You've got to help me this time! After all, I've helped you many times before! ”

Everything in front of him suddenly gave Sheoldred a strong sense of crisis.

Because it wasn't long ago that she had received news from Mirrodin that the White Judge Norn had finally completed the transformation of the plane, completely assimilating the old oil into the new one.

This means that Norn could join the internal competition at any time.

And unlike Flinke, who pursues strong individual power, and Urabasi, who is not very interested in power, this guy has an extraordinary obsession with power.

"How do you want me to help you?"

Jin-Gitaxia thought about it for a moment and finally made his choice.

The reason is also very simple!

Compared with the black devil judgment in front of him, the god stick who started a religion made him feel even more contempt and disgust.

And during Norn's stay in Mirrodin, the cooperation between the two sides was quite pleasant.

"I need to meet the great Father of New Phyrexia."

Sheoldred made a very crisp request.

Jin-Gitaxia nodded slightly after hearing this: "No problem." The sons of Superman will soon be decided, and then baptized with two oils at the same time. You can take them to Faeron in a moment and hand them over to their master. ”

"Thank you, I owe you a favor this time."

Sheoldred solemnly expressed his gratitude, and then used the huge black mana in his body to take off directly into the air and take off from the atmosphere, to see and feel the terrifying destructive power of these super creatures up close.

After she had completely turned into a black dot and disappeared, Jin-Gitaxia smiled and said to Sean VII: "Sorry to let you see the joke." In fact, within New Phyrexia, the competition among praetors has always been fierce. Because no one wants to be a loser and be eliminated. ”

"It's nothing, I can understand it.

And I sometimes really envy Soth for having so many loyal, capable, and motivated men.

If there's nothing else, I'll go first.

Thank you for showing me these interesting findings. ”

Sean VII stroked his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, and then activated the power of the traveling mage's spark and disappeared in place.

……

At the same time, far away is the capital of the empire on the west coast of the continent of Faren - Askatra.

Zuo Si, who had transformed into the form of a great devil, was standing on the top floor of the Mage Tower, looking down condescendingly at this giant city that was already very close to the advanced magic civilization, as well as those effects that even ordinary people could use the power of magic locks to teleport and fly over short distances, making goods weighing hundreds of kilograms or even tons as light as feathers temporarily.

Residents of the major cities of the empire have largely moved away from brainless and strenuous physical labor to escalate to complex jobs that require more specialized knowledge and technology.

Literacy rates and educational attainment levels are also soaring at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Because if you don't know even words and don't know how to do simple calculations, you won't be able to find a job in big cities like Askatra, Port Carlin, and Baldur's Gate.

After all, even those who are engaged in the special service industry, now under the pressure of illusion potions and cheap life constructs, must at least master a series of skills such as makeup, costume, role-playing, physical skills, teasing skills, conversation skills, reading words and feelings, psychological analysis, comfort skills, and so on.

Otherwise, it won't attract guests at all.

Therefore, civilians who are not smart enough or unwilling to study for further studies have long been gradually eliminated and go to small towns or villages to earn a living.

Only those elites who are smart enough and willing to roll in are qualified to stay.

And all of this is thanks to the intricate magic locks that Zuo Si has woven with his own hands.

Or that his super maze lock, which has superimposed multiple spell casting environments through land cards, has long surpassed the proud Eternal Gathering Island of Mith Dronor and even the elves, and is the most complex magic system ever created on the entire planet Torrell.

This is also why the smarter people are, the more they want to squeeze into the big city to make a living.

Even if they can only huddle in a cramped dormitory of a few square meters, eat the cheapest and cheapest food, and run desperately every day to earn living expenses and the necessary expenses of the magic research institute, they are not willing to return to the relatively easy countryside to live a sunrise and sunset life.

Because only by staying in the city can you see hope, through study, research, and training to become a powerful spellcaster, and then complete the class jump.

With a huge resource tilt that has no fairness at all, young people throughout the West Coast Empire are beginning to realize that the easiest way to get ahead is to become a mage or warlock.

Even an apprentice who can only perform the Zero Ring Trick can do it without worrying about food and clothing in this life.

Just as Zuo Si was silently analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the country he had created, a pair of white arms suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind, followed by a beautiful female face with a flush of satisfaction from the side shoulder.

I saw her caressing her naked strong chest muscles and abs in the form of the Great Devil, kissing her neck and cheeks affectionately, and at the same time asking in a slightly lazy voice from her throat, "My supreme Dark Lord, what are you thinking?" ”

"It's nothing, I just think that the West Coast Empire is still a little short of what I expected, and there is still room for improvement in many places." Zuo Si replied nonchalantly.

"Hehe, I think it's perfect enough, and it's not even a bit like a tyrant ruled by a country."

The woman gently lifted the long brown hair that covered half of her face, finally revealing a pair of pointed ears peculiar to elves and half-elves.

You don't have to ask to know that she is Erebeth who has just fallen from a paladin to a dark guard.

Judging from the messy furnishings in the room and the torn transparent silk fabric, it was definitely a fierce battle between the two here, and there was far more than one.

In particular, the large number of bruises and wounds on Erebes's body speaks volumes about how wild the whole process can be.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of the fall, she is particularly obsessed with Zuo Si in the form of the Great Devil, and the second half of the journey is almost completed in this state.

The pain of tearing the flesh mixed with the feeling of excitement and pleasure is simply addictive.

"No, you're wrong.

In a way, I am the most successful tyrant in the entire Continent of Faeron.

It has even changed people's perception of the nature of power.

Countless lords and kings began to follow my example by centralizing power, suppressing and eradicating those who opposed them.

And the attitude of the people has changed from opposition to support.

They want a strong government to protect themselves, maintain a good social order and business environment, and then make life better and better.

But what these people don't realize is that the prosperity and richness of the West Coast Empire is based on my willingness to take the initiative to share.

If nothing else, lords and kings who try to centralize power will eventually turn into tyrannical monarchs who are extravagant or militaristic.

Because not everyone can resist the erosion of great power, and always keep their sanity and clarity at all times.

So for a long time to come, you'll see countless rulers trying to emulate the success of the West Coast Empire, only to get the exact opposite of what you expected.

Remember, never trust what is easy to see on the surface, let alone so-called successes.

Because this is often a false impression that someone else deliberately creates to deceive you.

The true secret of success is often just a matter of pure luck and chance, and if not it is a type that cannot be replicated. ”

Without any disguise, Zuo Si told himself about the part of the empire that was hidden beneath the water.

It's as if some developed countries, when they talk about their current success, will always attribute it to the emancipation of the Renaissance, the modern Declaration of the Rights of Man, liberal democracy, the rule of law, the market economy, and capitalism.

However, it never mentions the centuries of bloody colonization and plunder that began with the Age of Discovery, the massacre and enslavement of African and Native Americans, and the primitive accumulation of capital.

Not to mention the black history of the exploitation of child labor and female workers during the Industrial Revolution, which caused their life expectancy to be inferior to that of slaves.

Therefore, Zuo Si understood a long time ago that the essence of the so-called "success science" is a scam.

There is never much experience to learn from such a thing as success.

Hearing this, Erebes's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth pursed to reveal an evil smile: "Hehehehe, isn't it better?"

Let those stupid mortals become more and more disappointed, more and more evil, more and more selfish in the constant imitation, and finally sink completely in despair.

Then we can turn these failed states into puppets of the empire by buying and infiltrating. ”

"It's amazing how much has changed in you. After all, not so long ago, you were a paladin who swore to protect the good and the weak, but now you've fully adapted to your new identity. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si turned around and pinched the other party's chin with a hand like a dragon's claw, admiring the face that had turned from holy to gloomy.

"That's because I woke up and discovered the naivety and stupidity of my past.

Pious, kind, and trustworthy......

Only an idiot would believe in such unrealistic things!

There are only two things I want now, and that is strength and revenge.

So please give me more strength!

I will be the sharpest sword in your hand, killing anyone who dares to oppose you. ”

Erebeth's tone revealed a frightening ferocity and fanaticism.

"Rest assured, I've given you enough strength, and what you want most. Now return to Neverwinter to complete the revenge you desired. ”

Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers directly.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, a hideous black armor with a different style from the previous one appeared out of thin air, directly wrapped around Erebes's naked body.

There are also corresponding black tights, leather armor, chain mail and other linings.

The sword in her hand was replaced with a +5 two-handed sword burning with the flames of hell.

When all the clothes were dressed, a powerful energy suddenly poured out of the body, spilling out of the jewel on the chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spreading throughout the body along the armor pattern.

"It feels...... It's just amazing! ”

Erebeth swung his heavy two-handed sword with just one, and the pupils of both eyes glowed a terrifying red.

You must know that when she was a Tyr Paladin, she might not even be able to lift this greatsword with her strength, let alone wield it as easily as a one-handed sword like she does now.

On top of that, the power from Bato's Hell in her body allows her to summon hellish flames and demons at will, and perform magic like a LV20 priest.

Without any hesitation!

Erebeth stepped forward, stood on tiptoe and put his arm around Zuosi's neck again and offered a passionate kiss before reluctantly putting away the greatsword and turning to leave the room and return to Neverwinter through teleportation below the tower.

Since the two cities had already established stable portals, her appearance immediately attracted the attention of the mages who were staying in place.

The latter, apparently surprised by the change in the image and temperament of the second-in-command of Neverwinter, hurriedly stood up and asked, "Ma'am, what is going on with your outfit?" ”

"On the way back, I was ambushed by the enemy and almost died. Now I will see Lord Nasir at once, and I have something important to report to him. ”

Erebeth made a request to the mage in an unquestioning tone.

The mage obviously didn't dare to slack off, and immediately led her towards the Neverwinter Castle himself.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the lord's hall.

"Timarand, what's wrong with you?"

Lord Nasir only glanced at it and realized the change that had occurred in his most trusted right and left hand.

To be precise, the grace from Tyre, the god of justice, is gone, replaced by a terrible aura of darkness and evil.

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that I now know the mastermind behind the Neverwinter plague, as well as his accomplices."

Erebeth gets straight to the point.

Because she knew that if she said that she was degenerate and no longer a paladin, then the Lord of Nasir would immediately remove her from all positions and powers, and even be banished from Neverwinter.

Therefore, it is necessary to cut through the mess as quickly as possible, reveal the identity of Deszel's inner ghost as quickly as possible, and then let this guy jump over the wall to kidnap or kill the Lord of Nasir.

In this way, Erebeth will be able to take over the reins and promote bureaucrats from the Empire, eventually allowing Neverwinter to be completely integrated into the Empire like Luscan, rather than remaining semi-independent.

Only in this way can she take the Church of the God of Justice and her fiancé, Vanswick, and constantly humiliate and torture each other.

"What! Who? Who orchestrated the plague in Neverwinter? ”

Lord Nasir scrambled to his feet.

Because this incident has become his heart disease, the eye bags and dark circles around his eyes caused by lack of sleep are the best proof of this.

"Deszel is one of the masterminds, and Vanswick is his accomplice."

Erebeth bluntly reported the names of the two men.

Lord Nasir was stunned for a moment, then blurted out and shouted, "This is impossible! One of them was the priest of Heim, the god of the guard, and the other was the leader of the church of Tyre, the great god of justice. There is no reason to do such a crazy thing, either from the camp or from the standpoint. ”

Erebeth sneered and asked, "What if I told you that Deszel had long since reneged on his beliefs, and had used lies and trickery to trick Vanswick into helping without his knowledge?"

And I'm not the only one who knows about it.

The Lord Dumbledore was also one of those in the know.

It's just that he hasn't found tangible evidence all along, so he didn't open his mouth easily.

After all, these two people are the most important religious leaders in Neverwinter, and even if you say it, you won't necessarily believe it, but you will easily startle the snake. ”

"Damn!

If this is true, then I swear to hang Deszaire.

This bastard has killed countless innocent civilians.

Guardsman!

Send someone to arrest these two bastards at once! ”

Lord Nasir was clearly out of his rage, and did not even bend down to pick up the crown when it fell from the top of his head.

But Erebeth stood up and stopped, "Don't do that!

This would cost us the opportunity to hunt down all the enemies hiding in the shadows.

I think it's better to pretend it's happening, and then send someone to invite Deszel and Vanswijk to come here and talk about it.

By the way, call Lord Dumbledore over as well.

When the time comes, all the intrigues and dirty deeds will be unpacked here. ”

"You have a point! Just do as Erebeth says. Be careful not to show your feet. Lord Nasir quickly changed his mind and admonished the guards beside him.

The latter hurriedly nodded vigorously, and then lowered his armor to hide his face, which was flushed from shock and anger.

In this way, several loyal guards mounted their horses and rushed out of the castle and galloped through the empty streets.

In about twenty minutes, the three of them were brought back at the same time.

"My lord, what happened to make you summon us in such a hurry?" Deszel was the first to ask.

He had clearly noticed the change in Erebes, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes.

In this guy's opinion, it is obvious that the superior Margrim successfully captured the other party through an ambush, and then forced it to degenerate into his own person through some unknown means.

This also means that the next plan can be done with confidence and boldness.

Vanswijk, by contrast, was utterly shocked by the boiling evil, twist, and hatred in his fiancée.

He couldn't have imagined what had happened to Erebeth to degenerate a good and orderly paladin into what he was in such a short period of time.

As for Dumbledore......

Well, the Headmaster has been glancing out of the corner of his eye at the recently lustful Elven Priest from the moment he entered the door.

Although on the Magic Earth, he has always been calm, wise, calm and reliable.

But it was all forced.

After all, in that world, he was known as the greatest wizard of our time, and twice turned the tide and saved the wizarding world.

Coupled with the decline of physical function caused by more than 100 years of age, many of the original desires have gradually decreased, and naturally everything is downplayed.

But what about now?

His body has returned to a relatively young state, and no one in this world knows him at all, let alone holding a shelf and worrying about fame, he can release those true emotions and desires that he has suppressed before.

So along the way from Ascatla, Dumbledore had already tried to get intimate with many people who shared the same inclinations.

And Vanswijk in front of him is the only one who makes him feel excited.

Erebeth was keenly aware of this, and both his expression and his eyes became extremely terrifying, as if he might rush up at any time and chop the "adultererous adulterer" into meat sauce.