At the same time that the High Lord used the power of death to imprint the soul of Saratas's new flesh and blood, in the High Lord's mind, he was also communicating with another existence that no mortal could imagine.

"Do you trust the old gods?"

Elune's voice was full of suspicion:

"After seeing what Cthun and Yog-Saron did, and after seeing the turmoil caused by one of the hearts left behind by Ashaji, you would still believe in these void creations... They are the lowliest, most vicious rats in the dark! Not a word of their word can be believed! You're not a madman, Tyrion, tell me why you're doing this! ”

"I have my plans."

The High Lord didn't seem to explain all this to Elune, he just said casually:

"You just need to know that it's not bad for you, that's enough."

"No harm?"

Elune's retort became unusually tough:

"Standing in front of you is a complete soul of the ancient gods, what she lacks is only a body full of depraved power, you can't really be confused by that mortal body, right? Can't you see the terrible threat she carries? She'll betray you one day! ”

"But that's... Exactly what I wanted! ”

The High Lord replied with some impatience:

"I look forward to her betraying me, and at the right moment, her betrayal will be my most powerful weapon against a powerful enemy! And before she betrays, the power she has will strengthen the abilities of my subordinates... Elune, be nice, don't be as vexatious as a rebellious little girl, and don't question me! ”

"Humph!"

A cold snort full of anger sounded in the High Lord's mind, and Elune responded coldly:

"No matter what you say, I'm going to keep an eye on her! When I think it's necessary, I'll use my power to get rid of her! I will not allow a creature with a terrible threat to roam the world. ”

"Oh?"

Elune's reply like a rebellious girl made the High Lord laugh disdainfully:

"Your strength? Do you mean those mortals? Or do you mean the Night Elves that you reshaped with my hand? Do you really see them as your strength? Oh, my poor little Elune, your understanding of power is shallow! ”

"But whatever you want."

The Great Lord waved his hand with some interest:

"You can send down oracles and encourage those mortals to do things for you, but if I see any mortals in the Darkblade Sector without my permission, you won't want to know the outcome!"

After saying that, the Great Lord took the initiative to cut off contact with the spirit of the world, and his consciousness returned to Yug-Saron's cell, where he sat on his throne and rubbed his forehead with some headaches:

"Ah, it's so unpleasant, another rebellious girl..."

As soon as the words fell, a pair of gentle fingers touched the forehead of the great lord from his side, and rubbed the corners of his forehead very gently, it was Saratas, the fifth ancient god moved his new body, and leaned on the arms of the great lord very ambiguously, and her appearance did not change at all... Well, except for the tip of the long purple hair, the strand of black hair that was upturned like an antenna.

It was the manifestation of the power of death on her body, but it was a mere imprint that did not arouse suspicion from other forces.

"Are you bothered?"

Saratas wrapped her left hand around Tyrion's neck, and with her right hand put the cold fingers of the Great Lord on her slender waist, which made the two of them posture as if they were real lovers, and she asked in a sweet and greasy voice:

"What are you worried about? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you? ”

"No, you can't help me..."

The High Lord, with his eyes closed, leaned on his throne, and he whispered:

"But if you really want to help me, then please... Putting on clothes, and, I don't remember, our relationship has gotten to this point, and I'm a little quirky person..."

"I don't really like people touching my body except my wife!"

A hint of darkness flashed in Saratas's purple eyes, she kept not getting dressed according to the Great Lord's instructions, and even took the initiative to move the Great Lord's fingers to her chest, however, just as she was about to make another wave of attacks, a sharp and cold aura appeared in the darkness behind her.

"I also don't remember my husband having such a shameless maid..."

Holding a cup of tea, Aurelia in a blood-colored dress walked out of the darkness, her blood-red eyes stared at the ** Saratas, she said calmly:

"Give you 5 seconds to get out of front of my eyes!"

The threat of the Blood Master's body was like a man's back, and Saratas wanted to refute it, but seeing the unprovoked death power in the Blood Master's body, it was like a bottomless dark lake, but it could converge into the most terrifying blade at any time, crushing everything in front of him into minced flesh.

It may not be as powerful as Tyrion, but it is enough to match Saratath, or even surpass her.

"Hmph."

Miss Saratas snorted haughtily, she glanced at the Blood Mistress, shook her head and turned around, between the purple mist, a purple dress very similar to the Mistress's long skirt appeared on her body, she walked gracefully, passing by the body of the Blood Mistress, between passing by, this inner longing for chaos and destruction, from the restless young lady suddenly whispered:

"A boring old woman... I suddenly thought it would be fun to snatch him away from you! ”

In the face of this provocation, the Blood Mistress not only did not get angry, but a haughty smile flashed on her cold face:

"You can try, Bichi!"

"Hmph"

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Saratas's face, who had failed in another provocation, but she didn't care, with the sound of her high heels clattering on the ground, she quickly disappeared into the darkness, until this moment, the edge of Aurelia slowed down slightly, she took the hot tea that had been completely frozen, and walked to her husband's side, she looked condescendingly at Tyrion sitting on the throne, like a jailer interrogating a prisoner.

But the Great Lord didn't care, he knew the character of this woman who was by his side.

The trust between them is far beyond all else.

The next moment, the Blood Lady suddenly leaned down and kissed the High Lord on the lips, and after a few minutes, she sat on Tyrion's legs, pressed her left hand on his chest, and said in a domineering manner like a queen:

"You're mine! It can only be mine! Remember? ”

"Of course, my Queen."

Tyrion was also very interested, and replied pretending to be serious, this answer made the mistress very satisfied, she swayed to her feet, glanced at the cold corpse by the Tyrion throne, she reached out to fix her hair, and then waved her hand to the high lord:

"Don't bother you with your business..."

"Tonight at midnight, on the top floor of the castle... Don't come! ”

After saying that, the figure of the Blood Master Mother disappeared into the darkness between the shattering of the Blood Phantom.

"Ah, woman..."

The Great Lord felt that his head was starting to hurt again, but what should be done, it was still to be done, and he focused on the corpse at his feet, which was Chaldean, Chaldean. Morgan, a poor mortal who has lived in the shadow of the Great Lord since before the Second Orc War began, but also the only miracle who has coexisted with the mad goblin of Saratas for more than ten years, and has not been abandoned after completely merging into the void.

This has been a testament to Chaldean's abilities, as well as his potential.

Frankly speaking, if he were put in another story, he would definitely be able to do something earth-shattering, but now, he is lying alone on this cold and dark earth, dying like a pawn, worthless.

But... After all, this is a sneak attack by the Great Lord, and it is difficult to say that it is not a real honor to let the Great Lord kill him by sneak attack.

"You and I... We could have been friends. ”

The High Lord braced his hands on his laps, and he lowered his body, as if chatting with the cold corpse beneath his feet.

"Chaldeans, when I was still weak, I met you... You're one of the few people in the world who has really seen most of my experience, and I think you might be able to understand me... But unfortunately, you have been restless, always trying to break out of my shadow, rejecting my friendship, and seeking salvation from the Light... It's like those mortals who are unwilling to be controlled by fate, shouting to choke fate. ”

Tyrion's voice was muffled, like a wisp of wind in the darkness, and his fingers hooked, and a weak soul emerged from the cold corpse.

That's the soul of Chaldeans... Half of his soul has been shrouded in darkness, but what is surprising is that the other half of his soul, even after coexisting with Salatas for more than ten years, is still shrouded in the Holy Light, which is enough to prove that the priest in front of him, from the beginning, has never abandoned the faith of the Holy Light, and he even hid it from Salatas...

What a cunning mortal, what an extraordinary soul.

The eyes of the Great Lord narrowed, it stands to reason that a priest of this rank like Chaldeans, after death, his soul will be accepted by the Holy Light as soon as possible, and then turn into a special form, forever existing in the true essence of the Holy Light, which is the six basic powers of the stars, a kind of grace to the patrons.

But alas, he died at the hands of death, and his soul can't really leave here unless Tyrion allows it... There is no real freedom.

"Now I ask you, Chaldeans. Morgan, you... Do you regret it? ”

With Tyrion's inquiry, a force of death was injected into the weak soul in front of him, so that the soul of Chaldeans who had experienced death opened its eyes at this moment, and he tried to breathe as if he was alive, but unfortunately, the soul body could not make this action.

He looked around blankly, and then saw his already cold soul, and the next moment, he saw the big lord in front of him who was holding his chin with his crossed ten fingers, and in the vision of the soul, the big lord's ice-blue eyes seemed to be shining with some kind of light.

At this moment, Chaldea knew that he was dead.

But this is not simply a bad thing, because he also feels the strange freedom of his soul... Since his fate was tied to Saratas more than ten years ago, he had never felt such freedom, the feeling of not being bound, which made the Chaldeans in soul form seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he... One last doubt.

"You, why, do this?"

Chaldeans. Morgan looked at the great lord in front of him, he was not afraid, as the great lord said, Chaldea is one of the few mortals who has witnessed the life of Tyrion completely, he has seen Tyrion when he was weak, so compared to others, Chaldea does not have that kind of sincere fear.

"You could have erased my consciousness directly, but you didn't, and you even gave me real freedom, why?"

The soul of Chaldea maintained the posture of a priest praying, and in the face of his inquiry, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the high lord, and the next moment, a touch of magic bloomed between the two, and in that mirror-like light, the figure of Miss Millie was reflected, the only beloved woman of the Chaldeans, wearing loose clothes that only pregnant women wear, kneeling there sincerely and praying silently in the quiet room of the private house of the Stormwind Kingdom, which belonged to the Chaldeans.

And the object of her prayer was not a sculpture of the Church of the Light, but a badge... A badge with a black broken blade engraved on it.

"This woman, I've been hearing her prayers since 5 years ago."

The Great Lord looked at the Chaldean soul in front of him, and he whispered:

"She's not outstanding, and there's nothing special about her soul, but she's one of the very few mortals who can make me hear, and she prays, and those not beautiful prayers bore me a little, but this woman has lasted 5 whole years without getting any response, and not a day has stopped... Do you know what her desire is to expect from me? ”

"She prayed to me, save your soul... For this, she is willing to give everything..."

"Chaldeans. Morgan, you're a lucky bastard, you have a woman who really loves you, you see, as we all know, when I'm in a good mood, I'm a very generous person, so, I met this woman's negligible expectations... I give you true freedom! ”

The Great Lord straightened up, leaned on the throne, and picked up the cup of tea that had been completely frozen, he didn't care about the ice cubes in the tea, and drank the cup of tea, he looked at the silent soul in front of him, like a devil whispering temptation, he flicked his fingers, and whispered:

"Now, it's your turn to choose, Chaldea, and I'll ask you the same as the night outside Dunhold Castle when we first met... Do you want to come back to her? Do you want to watch your son be born? Do you want to spend the rest of your free life with this silly woman? ”

The Chaldean soul looked up, the longing in his eyes barely concealed, and he asked:

"What are you going to ask me to do? Go ahead! ”

"Excellent! It looks like you're already familiar with my style of doing things, it's fantastic! ”

The Great Lord clapped his hands, he looked at the Chaldea in front of him, and he said:

"Just doing what you've been doing for more than a decade... Go to another place, a little further away, I need you to do something "insignificant"! ”

Faced with this request, Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest, bowed his head, and asked softly:

"You're going to make me a shameless and lowly traitor?"

"Why, don't you want to?"

The High Lord asked rhetorically, and the Chaldean soul shook its head, and then bowed to the High Lord as if it were one of his most loyal subordinates:

"Nope! I mean... I'm more than happy to serve you! ”