The feeling of being spied on is absolutely disgusting, like standing naked in public with no privacy whatsoever.
Unas tried to comfort himself, thinking that this demon was essentially an alien, a completely different species from himself. Would a human be shy in front of a cat, a dog, or a tree? He should just treat it as an intelligent robot.
"Why are you helping me?" Regardless of how it helped, this demon certainly didn't have any good intentions, Unas wanted to see how it would answer.
"Helping you is helping myself. The connection between our souls is closer than I imagined. Your harm will affect me, and your death will make me disappear from this world. Moreover, I sensed one of your secrets."
"What secret?" Unas's heart pounded.
"Although you are called Holy-favored, your faith in the Holy Light is not devout; you merely use the Holy Light to pursue power."
So that's what it was. Unas breathed a sigh of relief. What kind of ridiculous secret was that? But the demon was right. As a modern person, what did he have to do with any Holy Light faith? He relied entirely on the system god.
"And my lord, Sargeras, the Lord of All Demons, is the most generous god in the universe. If you offer even a little loyalty, he will grant you unparalleled power!"
So they've come to preach. Unas scoffed. If he remembered correctly, Sargeras, the so-called most generous god in the demons' mouths, had suffered a major setback in Azeroth. He was barely able to protect himself, and his general Archimonde had been blown to smithereens by the Night Elves. The Dreadlord was just trying to fool him like an idiot.
"Even a three-year-old knows about the Burning Legion's defeat, yet your omnipotent master also failed?" Unas couldn't help but mock the demon.
"The Burning Legion is swarming throughout the universe, destroying countless worlds. Its defeat in Azeroth is but a minor setback. The Legion will surely return, and then your world will burn!"
"Your only chance of survival is to join us now. Don't wait until the end of the world to regret it," Bessarius's voice was full of allure.
Unas didn't buy into his story at all. Many cults use the doomsday prophecy to deceive their followers, but he wouldn't fall for it.
However, since I've decided to play along with this devil, I still need to maintain a certain attitude on the surface. "What you said isn't without merit; I'll consider it."
The Dreadlord knew he couldn't convince Unas with mere words, and he was already satisfied with this answer, "Our fates are intertwined; who could be closer than us? You will gradually discover that I am not your enemy, but your most loyal friend."
"Heh heh." Unas gave a forced, insincere smile.
"I meant it when I said I could help you," the Dreadlord finally got to the point. "I can easily heal your friend Joseph Gordon. Don't forget, my Dreadlord clan are all masters of mental magic."
"And the woman you want, Sally Whitemane, I know many ways to turn her into your slave girl; she won't be able to refuse any of your demands."
The word "female slave" was enough to make one's blood boil. Imagining the silver-haired female Priest subservient at his feet, Unas felt a bit anemic.
"How do you plan to do this? Tell me!" Unas a little excited; it wouldn't be illegal to hear about it, would it?
"Hehehe, I'm in no condition to cast spells right now, so you'll have to rely on yourself," Bessarius chuckled. "If you learn a few simple spells from me, you can make your own wishes come true."
"Do I also have the talent of a mage?" Magic is not something everyone can learn; one must have a certain amount of magical talent.
"This is where my Lord's generosity lies; anyone who pledges allegiance to Him will receive divine power in return."
We've come full circle back to Sargeras; his so-called divine power is probably just the Fel used by demons.
In Unas's understanding, Holy Light is a positive energy, while Fel is undoubtedly a negative energy.
Holy Light is gentle and full of vitality, and has almost no side effects when used. Fel can suddenly give a person great power, but it will also corrupt your body and mind, eventually turning you into a demon who only knows how to kill and destroy.
Who would want to become a demon unless forced to?
Unas had no desire to become a demon, but he knew of a group of people in Azeroth who, while using Fel, had not been corrupted—their profession was Warlock.
Warlocks use shadow and Fel to enslave various demons to serve them, while they themselves can escape the corruption of Fel to a certain extent. If one can find the trick, perhaps one day he can also control Bessarius.
Unas, eager to understand the workings of Fel, feigned interest and pressed, "Then, how can I make the great God of All Demons know of my loyalty?"
"Our god knows everything; as long as you are willing to offer sacrifices, you will receive the power you deserve."
Sacrifice, Unas thought of this spell. The Dreadlord had previously used Immolation burn many people on the island, thereby obtaining a huge amount of Fel to support its large-scale spells. This was a kind of trade—destroying life in exchange for energy.
This is probably the Fel system created by Sargeras, which allows beings with a desire for destruction to continuously join its demonic army. The Burning Legion's power also originates from this, which is why Sargeras set his sights on the Well of Eternity.
Maintaining this energy system requires a massive energy supply, and energy sources like the Well of Eternity would become targets for the Demon Lord.
Unas had no immediate intention of indiscriminately killing innocents, Gordon's matter wasn't urgent, so he replied perfunctorily, "I don't have any sacrifices right now, and your magic isn't needed for the time being."
"Of course, of course, I can teach you whenever you need it." The demon seemed to have anticipated this outcome and didn't press the issue too hard.
It was confident that this power-hungry human would eventually find a use for it; it simply needed to patiently wait for the opportunity to arrive.
"Now I have another question to ask," Unas seized the opportunity to change the subject, "Are you excavating the Tyr's Ruins?"
"Yes," the demon answered frankly, knowing what Unas really wanted to ask. It continued, "When the Legion was raiding Menethil's royal treasury, they found several Booty Bay maps. I obtained one of them, but at the time I didn't know it pointed to Tyr's Ruins Booty Bay, so I didn't know what was inside."
"You didn't know why you went to so much trouble to dig the hole?" Unas didn't believe it.
"If that really is Tyr's Tomb, then at least we can get Tyr's body and use Necromancy to resurrect this legendary god. He will then become a powerful weapon of war." The demon hesitated for a moment before revealing his purpose.
"So, the Dark Lady is also after this goal?"
"I don't know her purpose, but it's impossible for her to open Tyr's Tomb easily. There's a powerful magical seal there that's almost impossible to break by brute force unless she finds the key to unlock it."
"From what you're saying, you know where the key is?"
"I don't know, but I know what the key is," Bessarius said, keeping everyone in suspense.
Unas asked eagerly, "What is it?"
"Three bloodlines of you humans."