"What a boring coward. I thought the foreplay would last longer."
The enemy made no further moves after regrouping, and the two sides remained deadlocked for nearly ten minutes. Bessarius mimicked a yawning sound, expressing his disdain for the Forsaken.
"Kid, go and kill all those useless trash."
"I'm not your subordinate, demon. You're too far from giving me orders!" Unas retorted firmly.
"Is that so? Then I'll just have to make you suffer a little more!"
As soon as the demon finished speaking, Unas felt another sharp pain in his chest, as if his internal organs were being torn apart. He tried to draw upon the Shadowfiend's tentacles and the life energy within the Emerald Tree to protect his heart, but to no avail.
Am I destined to be controlled by demons in my next life?
That would be far more gruesome than any other punishment; with the cruelty of a demon, it would absolutely make him wish he were dead.
In despair, Unas could only think of one solution—self-harm!
You want to threaten me with pain? I'll be even tougher than you!
Didn't you say our souls are intertwined and coexist? Then let's see who's more afraid of death!
Unas lifted his breastplate, raised his fist, and slammed it into his left chest, punching repeatedly without holding back. In just a few blows, he coughed up blood, but he showed no sign of stopping, as if he wanted to punch his way through his chest.
The demon was indeed affected, and shouted, "You maggot! What do you want to do?!"
"Suicide!" Unas was like a gambler at the negotiating table, recklessly blackmailing his opponent.
The loud thuds of someone pounding their chest echoed like drumbeats, startling the rookie rangers opposite them. They thought the Paladin reinforcements had arrived and dared not make any rash moves.
Whether it was because Bessarius had backed down, or because the pain from his self-harm had overwhelmed the demon's methods, Unas felt a numbness in his chest, and the pain had greatly subsided. He quickly stopped—it would be a huge joke if he really killed himself.
"Heh heh, didn't you say you were going to commit suicide? Why did you stop?" Bessarius sneered, but didn't dare to push too hard. If this human really committed suicide, it wouldn't be any better off.
"Hmph," Unas retorted, "I only know that my chest doesn't hurt anymore, what do you care if I live or die?"
The demon laughed loudly; the failed threat didn't dampen his spirits. "If you're unwilling to do it yourself, then let someone else do it!"
"Others? What other people?"
Unas immediately looked around warily, but found no one. Bessarius made some strange noises indistinctly, and soon, a large number of red dots appeared on the edge of the thumbnail.
What's going on? The enemy's reinforcements have increased again? This is very unusual; Bessarius is actually in contact with the enemy?
But Unas soon realized he was wrong; it didn't seem to Forsaken, because the two sides made contact and immediately started fighting.
This was a good chance to escape. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a whoosh of wind above his head. Before he could even react, he was wrapped up like a dumpling in a large black net.
An exceptionally tall and strong black figure then descended from the sky, its enormous foot slamming down on Unas's back, pinning him to the ground and rendering him unable to move.
Unas desperately turned his head, only to see that it was not an ordinary foot, but a thick, black hoof as big as an ox, and the owner of the hoof was none other than Dreadlord with curved horns on his head and bat wings on his back!
"You! You..."
"Shut up!" The strange Dreadlord slammed its hoof down, almost crushing the Paladin into the ground. "The show isn't over yet; it's not your turn to speak!"
"Your Excellency Varimathras, I am now one with this human. To trample on him is to trample on me. It's not very nice to treat an old friend like this!" Bessarius in his chest said mockingly.
Unas felt an unprecedented humiliation, but he could only struggle weakly now. The demon's body felt like a mountain pressing down on his back, making it difficult to even breathe, let alone fight back.
"Ha ha!" The two demons laughed viciously at the same time.
Wait a minute, Unas suddenly remembered, wasn't Varimathras the Dreadlord who sided with Sylvanas? When exactly did he join forces with Bessarius?
On the battlefield not far away, Nathanos the Blightcaller was nearly in despair.
Just minutes before, he was still thinking about how to deal with the Paladin, but unexpectedly, a group of heavily armed, unfamiliar Undead suddenly broke in, surrounded them, and claimed to be the local patrol team, wanting to search and question everyone.
This is a huge joke. Who among the Forsaken doesn't know that Nathanos is one of the Queen's most trusted confidants? Apart from the Banshees, the Queen trusts him the most, even though he earned the title of Ranger in human form.
Moreover, as far as he knew, this area was quite remote, with no Forsaken outposts or patrols at all; these strangers were the ones who were really suspicious.
The other side's attitude was unusually tough. Even Nathanos's highest medal, bestowed by the Queen, was of no use. Soon, the two sides could no longer communicate verbally and could only settle their differences with their weapons.
To Nathanos's disbelief, once the fighting began, the enemy's weaponry and individual strength were in no way inferior to his newly trained army, and their numbers were three times that of his own. The battle quickly became one-sided.
Nathanos had already had half of his body blown off by the Paladins, leaving him with less than 20% of his fighting strength, and he was quickly defeated and knocked to the ground.
The enemy did not kill them. Apart from two unfortunate men, the other six became prisoners. The enemy gathered them together and tied them tightly with ropes, but made no further move.
A moment later, a deafening sound of wings flapping through the air suddenly descended from the sky. Nathanos turned around and immediately saw a familiar figure. "Varimathras, it's you?!"
The Dreadlord tossed the Paladin and Luisa to the ground, then chuckled, "It's me."
"How dare you treat me like this? Her Majesty the Queen will not let you get away with this!" Nathanos's deep blue eyes blazed with fury. He never dreamed that the one who plotted against him would be the second-in-command of Undercity.
"Therefore, that bitch mustn't know what's going on here," Varimathras said, his disloyalty blatantly obvious as he unabashedly addressed his leader. "Don't you agree, Your Excellency the Blightcaller?"
Having his most beloved person so humiliated, and knowing he was doomed, Nathanos went mad, shouting, "You vile worm from the gutter! The wise Queen will surely discover your filth and infidelity, and she will avenge me!"
"Hehehe," Varimathras laughed in fury. He had originally wanted to personally eliminate this annoying thorn in his side, but now he had changed his mind.
"Do you know why I know your every move?" The demon revealed a wicked smile. "Hal, Hake, get up, stop playing dead."