(Additional update for "Book Friends 20170816215224737" brothers [3/5])
When Prince Renathal cleaned up his messy appearance and returned to the hall, Diakum and Sarkir had already begun to argue about what form the "talisman" cast for Sire Denathrius should take.
If you didn't know the details of these two guys, you would think that they might be loyal servants of the emperor, trying their best to create the most perfect amulet for their master, so that he can avoid the death announcement from Sun God reserve.
But the fact is that this is just a preview of the "Fall of the King" conspiracy.
Sarkir has never been loyal, even though it became Sire Denathrius's carefully selected "collaborator" more than 20,000 years ago, just like the Shaper's brilliant but evil career in the Burning Legion.
How can there be any hard work?
It's just a temporary companion to your own goal.
Prince Renathal did not disturb the two people who were having a heated argument.
He held his own Soulblade that was broken by Sarkir, and quietly stayed aside, comforting the wailing "Vorpalia" while quietly sizing up the two strange guys in front of him.
As the prince of Venthyr, and as the emperor's most valued heir, although Prince Renathal is not qualified to obtain first-class intelligence from all over the star sea from the intelligence network composed of Nathrezim, he also has his own power in Venthyr.
He is no stranger to the Material Star Sea, and is quite familiar with the lives of Sarkir and Diakum.
These are two guys who are completely opposite in terms of style, morals and goals. Once they meet, they will want to kill each other. Even Sarkir's death was the result of Diakum's single-handed promotion.
Counting Execute in the Draenor world, Sarkir has died at the hands of Dick three times!
This kind of deep hatred cannot be forgotten or covered up at all, but why do the two of them feel like "brothers have survived all the calamities, and their grudges have been forgotten with a smile" at this moment?
Damn it!
Got killed three times!
Can this level of hatred be laughed off?
Not to mention that the evil that Sarkir did in the sea of stars and Diakum's desire to protect and promote things are almost completely extreme. Even if personal enmity is not taken into consideration, on the level of justice, it is impossible for you to become friends!
Hiss, under such circumstances, we can actually cooperate to do big things, and we don't have to worry about being cheated to death in this cooperation. You Ancient Eredar seem to be a bit Tai Chi.
"Haha, look at the surprise and confusion flashing in your eyes. One look at you and I tell you that you have never been "Partner of Justice", you Venthyr vampire prince soaked in honey pots."
Bwonsamdi, who was hung by Sarkir with Sin Chains, no longer struggled. It put on a hanging posture of "the same model as the second generation Lich King" and said to Prince Renathal, who was full of doubts, in the ridiculing tone of someone who has experienced it:
"Do you believe that the moment this cooperation ends, these two guys will immediately return to the absolute opposition of "love and kill each other"?
The next second your old father is killed by the cooperation of these two lunatics, Diakum will pull out his weapon and try to completely purify Sarkir!
Their relationship is indeed twisted, but not incomprehensible.
Because in the eyes of these Ancient Eredar, who have truly experienced the most heart-wrenching national and family hatred in the universe, there is something that far exceeds their personal emotions.
Old Bwonsamdi has not seen many Ancient Eredar, but every one of them is a person with a firm mind. The near-eternal exile is the most terrifying wave. Those who are not firm enough, not strong enough, and not wise enough will be ruthlessly eliminated.
When a battle royale that lasted for 25,000 years came to an end, it would still be a rare treasure in the sea of stars.
Do you know what is the scariest thing? Prince."
Bwonsamdi snorted and said:
"These guys who have been tempered by the supreme calamity of the stars use a "Eternal Oath" to set a bond for each other!
No matter what their stance is, no matter what their morals, no matter what their identity is, as long as one of them rises up and calls out, come up with a feasible plan to regain their ancient hometown, and this matter has a sufficient success rate.
You can see that wonderful scene!
Just like the collaboration between Diakum and Sarkir.
Hatred?
Humph, hatred is nothing compared to such a great cause!
It's all because witnessing the fall of their hometown is a common shortcoming in the hearts of these Ancient Eredar. Each of them is a tired soul carrying shackles and moving forward. If they don't take back their lost hometown with their own hands, they will not rest in peace even after they die.
Before the goal of this great cause is achieved, Ancient Eredar will not die! They will stubbornly resist death and crawl back to the battlefield with their bloody hands dragging their broken bodies!
Can you understand? Prince Renathal.
Whoever dares to stand in the way of these Ancient Eredars in regaining their hometown, the gathering of forces from all over the star sea will brutally tear those who stand in the way into pieces.
Your father can't do it, Zovaal can't do it, not even Sargeras can do it!
Well, the old Bwonsamdi, who has been repeatedly beaten by fate, has no longer had any expectations for the future. As long as there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. But now, my cold heart actually has a real expectation for the final dawn of Argus.
I hope to see that day.
That is definitely the most magnificent achievement that I have ever seen in my life, which is so miserable and terrible that I hate people and ghosts. I believe that the day the Argus world is taken back from the Burning Legion by these Ancient Eredar, the fate of the entire star sea will be changed accordingly.
And you
You are involved now, so I think you should be humble.
Why don't you quickly put your dress together and say "thank you" to Vigilant who gave you the precious opportunity to participate in a great cause?"
Prince Renathal glanced at old Bwonsamdi.
He somehow feels that there is something wrong with this Trolls god of death. You, Trolls, are still empathizing with Ancient Eredar. Hey, when they were fighting demons, your ancestors were just Azeroth beasts that have not yet evolved.
And your level of flattery is a bit too low.
What do you mean he gave me a chance?
Even without the appearance of Diakum and Sarkir, the gorgeous rebellion Prince Renathal secretly planned to launch against his Father King was already on the way.
Although this palace rebellion will most likely end in a tragic failure.
"But why did you betray you Father King?"
After the old Bwonsamdi praised Diakum, he curiously asked:
"Even in the remote countryside of Ardenweald, I have heard that Sire Denathrius has great trust and respect for his son. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Otherwise, with your mediocre qualifications, your mind is not smart enough, your mind is not ruthless enough, your vision is not bright enough, and your bottom line is not flexible enough, let alone Revendreth where conspirators gather. Even if you are thrown into the Zandalar Empire's beggars, you won't be able to get ahead.
It stands to reason that since Father King treats you so well, you should serve Him wholeheartedly, so why are you still rebelling?"
"Because I already know what Father King is doing in private."
Prince Renathal sighed and said:
"When I didn't accidentally discover those secrets, I could still convince myself to be a loyal child, but when I realized that the huge heart energy intercepted by Father King was being sent to the Maw, I could no longer convince myself to turn a blind eye to it.
My Father King, He is Eternal Ones of Shadowlands, the supreme manifestation of destiny in Revendreth, and the leader and protector of Death Faction.
He is supposed to protect everything we have, but now He is digging up our roots with His own hands.
I guess Father King must have some troubles. Maybe he was manipulated by the evil Zovaal. He may have something to hide, but Revendreth can no longer intercept his mental energy.
This is impacting the system of destiny and will cause an imbalanced disaster in the entire Shadowlands. Especially after I saw with my own eyes the withering of the forest land in Ardenweald, I realized that the matter was imminent."
"Tsk tsk"
Bwonsamdi flicked his tongue and said sarcastically:
"So, you actually don't know anything. You just want to be a hero who protects destiny. I take back my previous evaluation, Prince, you really are Partner of Justice.
But I'm very curious, how did a place of conspiracy like Revendreth give birth to a white lotus like you that emerged from the mud and remained unstained?
Can Venthyr really give birth to a righteous person?
This horse riding is a bit contrary to Tiangang."
This sarcasm made Prince Renathal frown. The white-haired goatee vampire prince raised his head and looked at Bwonsamdi who was laughing. He said seriously:
"If you think I "know nothing", then maybe you should tell me the "answer" you know? After all, judging from the current situation, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope.
Wouldn't mutual help be the best solution in this situation?"
"Just because I can, doesn't mean I want to."
Bwonsamdi said in a long voice:
"After all, no matter who is being tied up, there is a high probability that they are not in the mood to discuss complicated matters such as justice and justice. Why don't you put me down?"
I'm already here, so you don't have to worry about me running out and talking about your secrets, right?"
"Hey, it's hard to say."
Prince Renathal held the crying broken sword in his hand, walked around Bwonsamdi several times, and said in a strange tone:
"I have also heard about your reputation. I heard that you are keen on making "loan sharks" in the Material Star Sea? Lending your magic essence and anima to those who need power, and then asking them to repay ten times the profit at a certain point?
Tsk, why did you come to Ardenweald to become the God of Death? Your Excellency.
You are exactly the kind of "talent" Revendreth needs most."
"Who says it's not the case? Well, I also think I'm the most suitable for Revendreth. Old Bwonsamdi will definitely be able to get along like a fish in water in that damn place!"
Bwonsamdi said it swornly, then sighed and said:
"But my background is not something I can choose. Mueh'zala has been a mountain that I can't climb over the past many years. And I just personally Backstab my father. Considering that you are planning to do the same thing, old Bwonsamdi would like to advise you as a person who has experienced it.
Don't ever go down this road, because once you do, you can't turn back.
You will realize that a loving father and a filial son are really
It's so exciting!
Hahaha.
The biggest difference between you and me is that old Bwonsamdi really killed Mueh'zala, but you, little guy, you can never defeat your terrifying Father King on your own. A hundred of you bundled together are not enough for Sire Denathrius to beat with one hand."
"After this, it's a bit harsh."
Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Prince Renathal has a promising future. It is estimated that he only needs seventy-three of them combined to rival the Great Emperor. Well, at least seventy-three.
Bwonsamdi, go outside and introduce to Prince Renathal the situation we are currently facing, and why we must drive Sire Denathrius off his throne.
I believe that when Prince truly realizes the justice of this matter, and when he joins us in launching a gorgeous rebellion against his Father King, his will will be strong enough. That is the extra courage that a just act brings to him."
"You'd better watch your mouth, Trolls."
Sarkir said coldly:
"If you dare to say a word you shouldn't say, you will be waiting for the consequences! I am not talented, but I have some achievements in Arcane, Fel, and the truth and mystery of the death realm, and my "disciple" is Lesser God, who is proficient in Holy Light and void.
You don't want to provoke us, right?"
Old Trolls shrank his neck.
It is the best at sizing up situations, so how could it possibly provoke these two bosses?
After being put down, Bwonsamdi jumped up and down holding his father's ashes urn, and took Prince Renathal outside the temple to exchange some thoughts on father's kindness and son's filial piety.
In the temple where only Dick and Sarkir were left, Vigilant glanced at the completed Demon Sword pattern at hand and asked:
"So, where is the end point you set for yourself?"
"Death."
Sarkir did not hide anything, put away the roll of drawings, and said in a waning tone:
"Eredar's god of death, Revendreth's honored guest, the next the Accuser's court mentor, Noble of Great Power who is as detached and hidden behind the scenes as "Stonewright". This is where I belong, Diakum Dick.
I will not take another step Shadowlands, lest I incur the double sanctions of Holy Light and the void."
"Are you going to truncate Eternal Life from Eredar?"
Diakum narrowed his eyes and said:
"Do you think I will agree?"
"If you object, then you are out of your mind."
Sarkir said coldly:
"Eredar escaped with your efforts to turn the tide, but more than 20,000 years of hard reproduction only increased the population to the previous level.
If you randomly pick a mortal race in the sea of stars and give them 20,000 years, it will be enough for them to complete the entire process from rise to prosperity to decline and finally extinction. At least twice!
Is Eternal Life a blessing?
Yes.
That is an absolute blessing for the Avengers. We have enough time to plan and take back our hometown.
But what about after taking back my hometown?
Can you expect a group of Eternal Life people with indifferent temperaments and no regard for reproduction and inheritance to manage the "Star Sea Empire" that has actually taken shape?
Eternal Life is a blessing to the individual, but a disaster to the group.
Only when our people realize that they are not eternal, and everything they have needs successors, will they truly return to the positive form that a normal civilization should have.
What's more, Eternal Life is a blessing from Argus Lord, but the world of Argus will eventually be reshaped. Whether the next generation of Lords will give such a blessing is not something you and I can decide.
Before Star Soul of Argus wakes up for the second time, Eredar should learn to respect and fear death."
"You will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the villain who took Eternal Life."
Dick said:
"Every Eredar will curse you."
"Do you think I'll care?"
Sarkir snorted, waved his hands and said:
"I have my own rules in life, why do I need to explain to others? As long as you understand the necessity of all this, don't stop me! Dick.
I believe that even if they can only live for ten thousand years, it will be enough for the people to finish what they want to do in their lives. If ten thousand years are not enough, then even if they are given Eternal Life, they still won't be able to finish it.
Okay, don't care about my decision.
The design of this amulet has been completed. I am about to go back to Maldraxxus. Before I leave, you! You have to get back a container of Life and Death.
If you're not going to let me sacrifice a stupid goblin, then you can figure it out yourself!"