(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [12/15])
When the arrogant and ambitious demon prince Peroth'arn felt "the sun is moving", he should have escaped in time.
But it is a pity that this smelly foreign demon who just came to Draenor to beg for food has no understanding of the local "customs and customs", so it made a wrong and regrettable choice, holding the magic blade to prepare to face the enemy, and will use the Magic Plague power given by Polluter to behead the enemy, in order to show the Invincible and toughness of the Burning Legion.
It got its wish.
When Sunwing flew down at high speed and collided with the roaring Demonic Green Dragon, the hot Solar Storm exploded in the air, almost igniting and overflowing with Burning Light visible to the naked eye.
The horrified Lord Fel Elves was thrown out of the saddle as if facing the explosion of a Lightforging bomb, and landed hard with burns all over his body from the flapping of the demonic wings behind him.
The luxurious and cool magic blade in its hand was shattered under the weight of the first impact, and its gorgeous and corrupt pollution armor was also filled with miserable traces of burning under the Ashbringer Most Holy Slash explosion.
But those Shadow Council Warlocks who have long since scattered will not show any mercy to this arrogant fool. They just told you to run away quickly, but you didn't listen!
Now you are being targeted by the Blue Skins dog Saint who is as terrifying as Holy Light Mad Dog. You deserve this!
By the way, who among the "People of the Demon Realm" hanging around in Draenor today doesn't know what "Moving Sun" stands for?
A series of tragic encounters with Gul'dan, Kilrogg Deadeye, Cho'gall, Teron'gor, Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter and Grom Hellscream, who was just burned with only a drop of blood left, and other legendary Chieftain, have taught the bravest and most cunning Warlock the "truth".
If you haven't lived enough, then it's best not to appear in front of Vigilant casually!
There are only a few idiots Fel Elvess with hair on their ears who are blind and unable to see the true God. Even your Annihilator demigods have to temporarily avoid their attack, and you, a little legend Demon Lord, are pretending to be crazy!
Those Orc Warlocks who were enjoying the fun of being bad-mouthed and laughing weirdly while running away rode their lame wolves to a safe area, and even took the time to look back at the exaggerated scene of the fiery Blinding Light "shooting unparalleled" in the square in front of Holy Land.
In short, when we see the powerful Vigilant punching those arrogant Fel Elves who don't regard them as Warlock as human beings, these sinister guys actually feel a little happy in their hearts.
Yes!
Let you rush into our Draenor so arrogantly and do evil! I have already told you to enter the village quietly without any shooting. Why don't we just grab it and run away while Auchindoun Sanctuary is not aware of it?
You insisted on creating such a big scene, but now "Light Butcher" has been attracted, right?
"These Fel Elves and Withered Druid are hopeless!"
Shadow Council's high-level Warlock, who called himself "Shadow Master", Griver, turned back with a sneer, and said to the group of dark prison companions behind him who were dressed like Van:
"It's not that we were unlucky this time. We successfully opened Demon Gate according to the requirements of Gul'dan and Zuluhed. Dragonmaw Clan also dropped Red Scourge's plague seed in advance. We have done everything we can!
It's all the fault of these stupid elves who are so arrogant that they caused trouble themselves.
The last time Annihilator came here in person, he failed to capture this Holy Land. They had already asked them to invite another more powerful and powerful demon demigod to come over to have a chance of winning!
Haha, it's because they don't listen! Every day they always feel that Burning Legion is the world's Invincible, so they deserve to die!
Ah, how can we accomplish the great cause of the Burning Legion with such an insect? I'm not telling you, considering the despicable behavior of this stupid demon prince, I can definitely do better than him in his position!"
"Yeah, I can do it too!"
"The stupid devil deserves to die!"
A group of Warlocks suddenly started making noises. They ran along the Talador ridge with gloating laughter, planning to hide in the Ogres bandit territory in the mountains.
But to be honest, if you run away, just run away. Why do you have to stop and laugh at your incompetent companions?
By wasting precious time, aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?
Sure enough, before they could rush out of the edge of Holy Land in a very obscene manner, with a weird whistling sound, Sunfire Arakkoa fell from the sky and flew into the sky screaming while grabbing a few unlucky ghosts in the iconic "Death Drop".
This scene scared "Shadow Master" to death. He ran away, but within a few seconds he saw a familiar figure jumping out of the shadow in front of him.
"Garona! What the hell are you doing here?"
High-level Warlock Griver is in despair.
As a loyal subordinate of Gul'dan, no one knows better than him how dangerous this Havorosen is. When he saw Garona wearing a Draenei-style assassin armor, he knew that Cho'gall After the artifact was taken away by a dog Saint, Warlock Master Gul'dan, our beloved master, also suffered the tragic experience of being bullied. Shadow Council has completely lost the sharpest sword in their hands.
Damn it!
There are cows!
Is this dog Saint the reincarnation of Tauren? How come Warrior Bull Hunters, the pure love, does not appear here? Save him!
Feeling deeply uncomfortable, Shadow Master shouted:
"I don't want to be involved in the mess between you and Gul'dan! Give me a chance. I'll quit Shadow Council as soon as I escape! I helped you when you were tortured, and I even spoke to you. You have to be conscientious!
You are already Partner of Justice now, right?
You can't be as unethical as us shameless Warlocks, you! The just Garonas must act according to their conscience now! So, you have to let me go!"
"Well said!"
Garona waves Arakkoa Wing Blade in his hand.
There was no need for the dangerous Kingslayer to deal with the guy in front of her, and she, who had been training with Grandpa Saint's recruits recently, also wanted to test her melee attack skills.
She let the dangerous wing blade spin in her hands and said to Shadow Master in front of her:
"It's my terrible elder's job to pardon you, and my job is to take you to see him. Since you did say a few words to me, I'll just cut off one of your hands. Of course, you can also choose to surrender.
My terrible grandpa asked me to capture a few people alive, and I won't offend him for you."
"Bang"
A ball of briquette-like Shadow Bolt hit Garona's chest, but most of the impact was absorbed by Sethe Scales hidden under her armor. The assassin's body swayed and he appeared behind Warlock with a superb Shadow Step.
Amidst the wind sound of the wing blade rotating at high speed, she said:
"You were the one who made the first move! As a righteous person, I can fight back! So, bear the consequences at your own risk!"
"Ah!"
The shrill screams spread far away, causing Maraad who was tying up the prisoners to look back, and then looked at the Warlock apprentices at his feet who were rolling their eyes and talking nonsense. He helplessly raised his head and said to Eredath who was reciting scriptures beside him:
"Can you be gentler next time? I don't want to bring back a few captives who are frightened and crazy every time. It's impossible to interrogate. Are you Shadow Priest so vicious?"
"According to Vigilant, this is called "necessary punishment" rather than vicious torture. After all, I didn't tear their minds apart. I was just angry because I witnessed Magic Plague infecting my people and making them suffer!"
Eredath turned over the scroll in his hand, waved his hand and applied a Power Word: Fortitude on Maraad. In the reverberation of the brilliant broken light, he said softly:
"I originally thought that the evil people who could do such evil deeds should have colder and tougher minds, but it turns out that in the shock and whipping of their hearts due to fear, they are far less strong than the good people.
Evil is not brave at all!
To be kind is to be brave!
Ah, may Holy Light forgive these cowardly and vicious souls."
"Eredath! Stop chanting and come here quickly!"
Just as the two good brothers were talking, the scream of Yrel came from the distance:
"That "magic dragon" is clinging to me! Nubodon is not around, and I am unable to fight against its breath due to the lack of long-range attacks. Use your vicious and dark mind spells to help! Knock that damn magic dragon down from the sky and break its wings that splash Fel!
I want to use its ferocious skull to pay homage to our disturbed ancestors! By the way, I can get some cool dragon bones for us to decorate our armor with.
Ah, Holy Light! Witness the piety of Hand of K'ure!"
"She's getting more violent, right?"
Maraad grabbed Gemstone Warhammer to support him over there, and said to Eredath:
"She looks more and more like Vigilant, not only in her fighting style, but also in her fiery power of punishment."
"Yrel is your deputy company commander. If she ends up becoming the second "Light Butcher", it only means that you did not lead her on the right path."
Eredath is indeed Shadow Priest, and it touches people's hearts as soon as it opens its mouth.
While calling the shadow body, he was preparing to cast a spell in the midnight raven illusion surrounding him brought by Anzu's Midnight Blessing, while reminding Maraad:
"Yrel's character has a very extreme side. She has become more and more fanatical recently, which is a bad sign. Vigilant shoulders a heavy responsibility and has no time to take into account the changes of the apprentices. You must shoulder the responsibility of guidance.
Just like Malderan Commodore guided Vigilant, whose moral integrity was shattered, to regain Holy Light, you can also guide Yrel into a more correct morality."
"Oh, I'm no match for her now."
Maraad sighed and said:
"Her talent blessed by Holy Light is terrifying, but you are right, I am the first company commander of Hand of Argus recruits appointed by Vigilant personally! I have my responsibilities!"
"Boom"
Dazzling white flames exploded like the explosion of a heavy bomb at "Spore Contamination Zone" close to Auchindoun Sanctuary, and a hot glow like a shock ring swept across the surrounding Fel Elves and the lower-level demons.
When Maraad and Eredath turned back, they clearly saw the scene where Demon Guard, who turned to run away, were "swallowed" by the surging white flames.
The running Solar Storm is just like the most ferocious Hunter Cavalry. Under their sweeping impact, these low-level demons can't even hope to leave a whole corpse. What's even more terrifying is that the demons purified by Vigilant have no chance to return to Twisting Nether to be resurrected, so the scene of the ashes erupting in front of them is like a special "execution ground" for demons.
The two Draenei even saw with their own eyes several top demon commanders fighting each other before the flames arrived. They ferociously inserted each other's weapons into each other's hearts and heads, and both of them had smiles of relief when they fell to the ground.
This scene is so outrageous!
But the two of them knew that this was the reason why the upper-level demons chose to commit suicide in order to avoid being purified by Vigilant and ending up with no bones left.
Even though in the eyes of demons, committing suicide and running away is a very cowardly and shameful thing, and escaping back will definitely result in the demon fellows nagging you for thousands of years. However, compared with being shattered into ashes and having your soul destroyed, committing suicide and escaping back to Twisting Nether has become one of the "options" when facing Vigilant.
It is not easy for them to grow into high-level demons in the endless fighting of Twisting Nether. No one wants to die in this fringe world in a daze.
"That demon prince is finished!"
Shadow Priest made a triangle Holy Crest on his chest and whispered:
"He bumped into Vigilant's full of murderous intent, but this is the fate it deserves."
"Let's end the fighting here as soon as possible."
Maraad stared at the Fel magic dragon in the sky that was being attacked remotely by Arakkoas.
That terrifying creature is much larger than all Draenor's current aerial creatures. The most ferocious Lord Two-Headed Wyvern is nothing more than a prey that can be torn to pieces in front of this real "dragon".
But just the terrifying demonized four-legged lizard was not enough to scare the recruits of Hand of Argus. Great Uncle opened his wings, and surrounded by the blazing Holy Light, he said:
"Shattrath City The suffering people are the predicament that must be dealt with immediately. We don't have much time to waste fighting with the devil. Eredath, knock it down! In this Holy Light fierce land, this big lizard has no right to run rampant!"
"What kind of monster are you!!! Ah! Don't come near me! Dark Titan is on top, don't come over!"
The demon prince lay on the anxious Land of Consecration and crawled hard. It could no longer feel its legs. Perhaps the legs that had been blessed by Fel had melted in the horrific attack of Solar Storm just now.
But it knew very well that the terrifying Holy Light outbreak just now should have burned it, just like the lower-level demons who fled in fear.
It survived not because of how powerful it was, but simply because the terrifying Holy Light giant in front of it needed it to survive.
But this really doesn't mean that the Demon Prince is incompetent.
As Demon Lord, who was personally promoted by Polluter, and born in Highborne, he has the talent of a spell caster and is extremely good at using Fel spells. And as one of the voters of Polluter, its use of Magic Plague and curses is also superior to its own compatriots. It can use many methods to easily melt those weak flesh and corrupt the spirit.
However, no matter what kind of infection he is good at, Magic Plague, cannot take effect on the Draenei Saint in front of him, just like he is a legend but has the Life Force and exaggerated resistance of a demigod.
The Fel spells and Brimstone Fire that he is good at are completely unable to harm him.
The Holy Light shield that this guy had casually propped up could only be broken if he released Fel with all his strength, and every time the sacred flame he casually spread spread, he would feel fatal burns.
What a weak Draenei!
This is clearly the "tyrant" created by Holy Light Force himself, who specializes in killing demons! Almost all the skill points of this Blue Skins are focused on targeting demons.
Riding on a horse!
This battle was so frustrating!
"I am not a monster, I am just a messenger specially sent by Holy Light after seeing the tragedy in all worlds. You, Highborne, you are the real monster!"
Diakum was carrying the burning Ashbringer, walking on the scorching earth covered with demon ashes. Every time he took a step closer to him wearing a full-face helmet, the demon prince in front of him struggled to retreat a little.
But Diakum's unique Thalassian with the accent of Suramar made the devil prince's eyes widen. He said:
"How can you Holy Light barbarian know our language! Who have you met before?"
"A Slayer, from Illidari, well, looking at the frightened expression on your face, I know "Star Hunter" Illidan and his brutal hunting group are the most terrifying nightmare in your heart.
Don't worry, elf!
I will definitely hand you over to Arantien.
I believe that Demon Hunting Master will use dark means that a Warrior of Light like me can't imagine, to dig out the last secret in your mind. Only after you have been drained of all value, will she mercifully allow you to die."
Diakum inserted the hot Ashbringer into the ground. He reached out and took off his helmet, and danced Eredar Leader's Mark in the center of Light Archon's seal. Moving like a ray of light, the seal of commander that once belonged to Kil'jaeden was inherited by Diakum, and seemed to have given Vigilant a hint of steely indifference and majesty.
He stared at the frightened Fel Elves in front of him. In order to prevent the other party from committing suicide and escaping, Diakum raised his hand and bound it in place with a hot Holy Light chain.
He said:
"I don't have much time and I'm not in a good mood, so I'm asking you to answer. It's best to keep the story short. In Azeroth's War of the Ancients, is Azshara dead?"
"Do you still know "Light of Lights"?"
Demon Prince Peroth'arn was startled.
But when it saw the cold eyes of Vigilant, it was frightened. In order to prevent itself from being tortured and to stay within the relatively "flexible" moral bottom line that Highborne generally have, it immediately replied:
"No! When I left Azeroth, I saw with my own eyes the lord of Eldre'Thalas, the powerful Magic Prince "loyalist" Toserin, rushing into the broken palace, and escaping from the desperate situation with Empress carrying serious injuries.
The wise Archmage Elisande is supporting them, as well as Empress the powerful captain of the guard, and the elf hero Varo'then guarding them with swords.
They disappeared into the collapsed Zin-Azshari in the light of Teleportation Spell.
Probably went to Suramar!
There is Titan Artifact treasured by Empress there, which can protect the city from the impact of the earth shattering, and can also preserve the life of the seriously injured Azshara.
Polluter has been collecting information on Azeroth over the years. As far as we know, Azshara has not appeared for ten thousand years, but she should still be alive, sleeping in the stagnant Golden Throne of Time deep in Suramar's Shadow Well."
"Huh? Golden Throne? It has been suspended for ten thousand years? This Azshara is also getting better. She actually sits on the yellow leather and gold toilet, but is she worthy?"
Diakum listened to the description of the Demon Prince with an expressionless face, and his heart was rolling like waves in an angry sea.
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My guess was confirmed.
Hunting master Arantien followed Illidan and left Azeroth after War of the Ancients. She was not very clear about the current situation in her hometown, but the information given by the demon prince proved the terrifying change of fate.
So Vigilant asked again:
"So, who among War of the Ancients survived?"
"Too many people died, but not many survived."
The demon prince doesn't know why this Draenei Saint is so interested in Azeroth. He knows that he had better answer honestly if he doesn't want to suffer.
It had seen with its own eyes the fate of the demons purified by Vigilant. Compared with becoming a handful of ashes, it would rather fall into the hands of Arantien and survive at least a little longer in the hands of the vicious Demon Hunter.
It endured the burns of the holy flame and whispered:
"In that Zin-Azshari war, the Shaper Sargerei persuaded Nightmare Tyrant Eranikus to join Burning Legion. As a result, Dragon Aspects were attacked from both sides, and they were unlucky enough to encounter the inexplicable rebellion of Black Dragon King!
Those pathetic lizards were unable to defend themselves. The supreme Lord Sargeras was only one step away from the portal at that time. Those despicable Kaldorei used terrible forbidden techniques in order to survive.
Tyrande Whisperwind That madman voluntarily became a sacrifice, and that hypocritical little bitch turned into a terrifying creature under the blessing of the false god Elune
Haha, compared to the terrifying Night Warrior in my memory, you are nothing more than an insect that can be easily strangled to death.
But the arrogant Azshara refused the Shaper's invitation, so under the cold guidance of Greater Demon, Night Warrior, who did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, entered the palace. During the battle, no one on either side could stop the arrival of the true god.
Burning Legion should have won right then!
But damn Star Soul
Yes, Star Soul of Azeroth took action!
He promoted Stormrage Brothers and asked them to cover "Black Crow King" Ravencrest, "Betrayer" Farodis, "Moon Blade" Blue Moon and other legendaries and the wilderness army who were furious because they lost their beloved rushed into the vicinity of Well of Eternity.
And the outrageous antlered cow Huln Highmountain also received the blessing of Star Soul. It miraculously blocked the Conqueror Kil'jaeden's number one general "Destroyer" Mannoroth by itself.
Ah, the chaos!
The damn artifacts of the dragons were finally thrown into Well of Eternity, the world's sacred objects exploded, Dark Titan was expelled, but the whole world collapsed.
Haha, can such a tragic sacrifice really be called a victory?
Especially in the desperate situation where the earth collapsed, the respectable Lord Cenarius had been accidentally injured by Night Warrior. He was very weak, but in order to protect us from being torn apart and destroyed, he made a noble sacrifice!
All the elves in Zin-Azshari survived because of the sacrifice of Lord Cenarius.
The great savior took over the name "Polluter", and of course we voluntarily followed it and joined Burning Legion.
Oh, the world has abandoned us, even Azshara has abandoned us!
Only Fel opened its arms for us!"
"Well, it does sound tragic."
Diakum narrowed his eyes and asked:
"So, what about Xavius?
I guess that Highborne strongman and noble also made a shameless betrayal in that changing fate.
After all, betrayal is the poisonous blood flowing in Xavius's veins. Betrayal has become his instinct. Even if his head is chopped off and only his body is left, that body will still choose to betray when it's time to betray, right?"
"Huh, you, a barbarian, are surprisingly sharp and sharp. Indeed, that bitch Xavius betrayed us in a desperate situation."
The demon prince cursed:
"He had accepted Fel's blessing to become the powerful Satyr Progenitor, but he chose to flee when Burning Legion needed them. But there is no need to worry, fate gave him the most tragic fate.
I heard that he was twisted into some kind of dark snake-like monster in the big explosion because of his greed to seize Well of Eternity Water. With his shameless servants, he could only hide in the sea without seeing the sun and serve their hateful void master.
Wait until Legion Azeroth
Huh, catch the first one and burn that bitch to death!"
Diakum nodded, he fully agreed with the demon prince's execution proposal for Xavius.
After a moment of thinking, he asked:
"So, who is hosting Moon Goddess Kingdom in Azeroth now? Did Highborne and Kaldorei split after the war? Can the people of the wilderness who have lost their owners be safe now? The most important thing is, how many demigods have fallen in War of the Ancients?"
"Why are you so concerned about Azeroth? You barbarian, you will never get close to that powerful mysterious place in your life! Your destiny is to stay in this border world and wait for the Burning Legion to send you to heaven one by one!
Maybe you can have some time before that to write a suicide note or something."
The Demon Prince finally asked the question in his heart.
Its curiosity overcame its fear of death at this moment. It looked at Diakum up and down and said:
"I have captured and killed many Ancient Eredar like you, but I have never seen those so-called "prophets" understand this much about Azeroth."
"Speak honestly."
Vigilant said coldly:
"I'll give you a quick death."
"Hmph, it will only be more painful for me to fall into the hands of that crazy woman Arantien, but you see, Vigilant, I have information here that interests you."
The demon prince rolled his green eyes. He keenly grasped the bargaining space and said:
"I think you are different from those Garrison Commander who are all about muscles in their brains. You seem like a good and reasonable person, so let's make a deal. I'll tell you everything you want to know and you can let me go.
I swear!
I swear on Polluter's blackened deer hooves! I will never come to your damn barbaric world again."
"Okay, I promise you!"
Diakum said seriously:
"After you tell me the news that interests me, I promise not to use Holy Light to purify you. I swear by my morality! The excommunication of Holy Light will not fall on you today."
"Okay, I believe in Holy Light Follower's promise. Your stubborn and rigid reputation is excellent throughout the entire star sea."
Demon Prince Peroth'arn chuckled and whispered:
"According to the Burning Legion's eyeliner report in Azeroth, the person in charge of Kaldorei's country now is Archdruid"Emerald Heart"Malfurion Stormrage and his Cenarius Order, Elune Sisterhood and Sentinel Army are assisted by his adopted daughter General "Star Chaser" Shandris Feathermoon.
However, they are all believers and cannot do the work of governance.
So the real leader of the Moon Goddess Kingdom is the former lord Black Rook Hold, the great man of War of the Ancients "Black Crow King" Kur'talos Ravencrest.
Night Elf has two capitals.
The faith capital is at Mount Hyjal, but the administrative capital is at Eldre'Thalas in the Feralas wilderness.
In this way they managed Kalimdor, which was born after Great Sundering.
As for those Highborne traitors
Haha, you guessed it right. They couldn't get rid of the temptation of Arcane and Kaldorei couldn't urinate in the same pot. The two sides' differences in the use of magic can make them crazy.
Even with the mediation of Black Crow King, the two parties eventually parted ways thousands of years ago!
The flexible Dath'Remar Sunstrider became the new leader of Highborne. He took "Betrayer" Farodis and the Nar'thalas elves who were loyal to him across the ocean to another continent.
But because Azshara is still alive, they don't dare to overstep it openly.
I heard that they called themselves "High Elf" on another continent, and they joined forces with a group of miserable lower-level beings to defeat the shameless Amani Troll and stabilize their new home.
Highborne The capital of the country Suramar City is currently the most closed.
We only know that the loyal Prince Tortheldrin and Archmage Elisande are in joint power, but the brave general Varo'then always brings The Warriors of Highborne are conquering everywhere in Broken Isles, and they are still trying hard to maintain the poor glory of Elf Empress in the new world."
Having said this, the Demon Prince stopped.
It glanced at Vigilant, always feeling that this Holy Light Walker was thinking of some dangerous ideas, but without evidence it could only continue:
"As for those wilderness dependents.
They will naturally decline if they lose their master, but to be honest, although I also hate Malfurion Stormrage's rebellion, he is indeed a kind person. He and Cenarius Order took good care of Quilboar, and even helped those lycanthropes build a city and port named "Razorfen Hold" on the red land of Kalimdor.
Furbolg have not lost their owners, they are also living well, and their civilization is prosperous.
Many other Wild Gods have fallen, but they are all sleeping in Emerald Dream. The more miserable one is Trolls, which deserves to be extinct.
War of the Ancients split their empire, and their Loa God also participated in the war against the demons under the instructions of Star Soul. Therefore, they also shared the glory after the war and were allowed by Star Soul's power to build shrines around the world to collect beliefs.
Even the elves are not allowed to interfere with their growth.
Although Troll Empire is gone, the legacy of Zandalari Troll is still there, and Loa God is taking care of them.
I have no interest in Trolls. I wish they all died. When Burning Legion enters Azeroth, the first one will capture those barbaric guys and burn them all to death, and hold a big "flesh and blood festival" for their Loa God!
Haha, that really makes me feel happy.
Okay, that's all I know, now fulfill your oath and let me go!"
"Okay."
Diakum stepped forward and put his hand on the Demon Prince's forehead.
He released Holy Light's restraints as promised, but as Peroth'arn watched in horror, Vigilant's left hand pressing its head was covered with a layer of shadow, and there was even a faint whisper from the void echoing.
The demon prince's face was full of fear, and he could clearly feel the cold tongue-like energy surrounding his neck.
Vigilant looked at the Demon Prince.
says:
"Holy Light will not punish you as promised, let alone purify you. Therefore, you now have two choices, either you go to Arantien's place obediently, then I will ask the void here to send you "back to your happy hometown"!"
"You! You don't keep your word!"
"Trust is with civilized people, but you are a devil with Eredar blood on your hands. In terms of dealing with you, my Holy Light and my mind reached an agreement at this moment. I made a promise, and I fulfilled my promise.
Now it's your turn.
Take your pick."