It is not that easy to step into Ashen Wilds.
As a wound in the history of Revendreth that can never be healed, and the most feared place in the hearts of all Venthyr, Sire Denathrius has obviously given this land of war, which is full of disaster, a unique meaning.
He exiled the losers who were expelled from Venthyr society, and also left those "Oathbreakers" who disobeyed the monarch's orders, or used inappropriate means in conspiracy and conspiracy, to die here.
Although the Venthyrs are either fighting among themselves or plotting internal fights, there is also a "bottom line for struggle" between them. Once this bottom line of "fighting without breaking" is violated, the verdict that Oathbreakerss will face will not be much cheaper than the consequences of failure in the struggle.
Therefore, the society of Venthyr is often in a strange superposition state of "struggle and peace". It is difficult for non-locals to understand this complex concept.
But since Ashen Wilds is the Emperor's private execution place, Venthyr cannot be allowed to enter at will. Weaving various terrifying legends into this place while maintaining a sense of mystery will obviously help to enhance the deterrent effect of the Emperor's decree.
Playing tricks is always a talent that leaders must master.
Therefore, Sire Denathrius sent powerful giants to patrol outside the city walls built around Ashen Wilds to prevent those "innocent persons" from entering at will.
The reason sounds very good, it is to prevent innocent souls from suffering the pain of being burned by the light, but in fact, if the emperor had such good intentions, he would not have reached the point where he and "moral model" Diakum are now in a never-ending battle.
"This giant should be called "Stonehead"?"
Vigilant and Queen Azshara got off their mounts outside the gate of Ashen Wilds. He looked at the silly giant in the distance who was guarding the gate and looking around with wide eyes. He flexed his fingers and said:
"I heard that this giant is very greedy. Unfortunately, I don't have time to find snacks for it to bribe it to open the door."
"Don't be so violent, my Court Advisor."
Azshara grinned with a "under control" smile, waved his hand and said:
"Especially when you get along with your "colleagues", don't always think about using weapons to solve problems. How can my loyal servant Stonehead prevent my noble queen from entering the territory?"
"Ah? You actually cleared all the "side tasks" here? Are you also an "achiever"?"
Dick was embarrassed.
He looked back at the proud queen, then looked at Stonehead's "so naive" smile in the distance that he had to stay in the VIP ward of a mental hospital, and sighed:
"I know you are eager to rebuild your Empress palace, but Your Majesty, are you a bit hungry?"
"What kind of talk are you talking about? You actually slander your own monarch! Slap!"
Azshara scolded.
But His Majesty had no loyal guards by his side at this time, and it was impossible for the noble Queen to slap a man in the mouth on her own, so she just complained.
While signaling Dick to follow, he walked towards the giant guarding the door in front of him.
She said:
"Stonehead" is "Mud Servant Giant", which is a high-level product of Venthyr's unique "Mud Servant Spell", which is a rather magical "Art of Creation", and is the least difficult to learn among all the creation powers in the field of the Force.
When I first arrived at Revendreth and was waiting for the Sinstone carving to be completed, I spent a few hours studying it when I had nothing to do.
Facts have proved that the power of Land of the Dead has its own "fun".
A rigid Holy Light Walker like you will never understand the fun of making loyal servants with your own hands. Of course, after I was punished the Maw by the angry Sire Denathrius, the clay servants I created died."
Azshara showed the unique confident smile of "Arcane researcher" and said:
"But as long as you understand something, you can control it! After I understood the underlying principles of Mud Servant Spell, it was just a matter of words to "persuade" a Mud Servant Giant who didn't have much wisdom to serve me.
Stonehead may be stupid and greedy, but its loyalty is its most beautiful trait, and it is also what I, the down-and-out king, need most now."
"Wait!"
Diakum quickly captured the flaws in Azshara's words.
He said with a strange look:
"It only took you a few hours to fully master Mud Servant Spell? That's "Art of Creation"! Even the simplest of all Force powers, Art of Creation, is a privilege that only the Creator can master.
There are many Venthyr in Revendreth who can create mud servants in the anima quagmire, but it is estimated that there will be no more than ten who dare to claim to have complete mastery of this spell.
few hours
Although I have always known that you are a terrible "talent monster", this is indeed a bit outrageous."
"This is already quite long, Diakum."
Azshara waved his hand very "Versailles" and said:
"When I was still ruling the empire, all the research and understanding of the principles of magic would not take more than thirty minutes. I would only fall into long-term difficulties when studying those Pillars of Creation. I thought that the magic of Land of the Dead would be very obscure, but it turns out that I seemed to overestimate the power here.
It only took seven days to study the path of "sin".
Do you know why Denathrius wants to leave me the Maw?"
The queen snorted and glanced at Castle Nathria outside the sky of the holy flame Gleam, shrouded in gloomy clouds. She sneered and said:
"Because of the so-called Absolution Eternal One, except for sending me to the Maw, there is no other way to stop me from rushing into His palace that day to seek justice for World Mother.
These Eternal Oness are pathetic, my Court Advisors.
They have empty persons and claim to control great power. However, these powerful powers of death are only obeyed by them. However, "use" and "understanding", "understanding" and "control" have always been three different concepts.
Arcane Mage people will never blindly believe in power that does not belong to them, but is only borrowed.
Unfortunately, "seeking knowledge" is not a dead virtue.
They are satisfied with using rather than seeking knowledge, so defeat in front of the real Arcane Mage is an inevitable result. In fact, this time in Revendreth's conquest, my advisor, you can just watch from the side."
Azshara said with confidence:
"The same trick will not work against the Supreme Queen a second time! I want to see how the weak Denathrius can defeat me this time?"
"What about me?"
Vigilant, who couldn't help but mourn for Sire Denathrius, asked softly:
"In your eyes, does my "Holy Light Cannon" count as a "Seekers of Knowledge"?"
"Stop using this word of shame, my dear Court Advisor."
Azshara stopped and looked at Diakum with subtle eyes.
She examined the black and white light and shadow on Diakum's spiritual body that was moving towards "perfect coordination". After a few seconds, she said:
"Of course you are not Seekers of Knowledge. After all, you regard Holy Light as a belief rather than a force that can be dealt with calmly and studied. In terms of mentality, you do not have the characteristics of a researcher who "seeks the root of the problem."
However, when we lower the standard to the field of "believers", I have to admit that you are the most sane and devout believer I have ever seen.
You are not deceived by the gorgeous rhetoric of Naaru and Priest, and you are not satisfied with just "worshiping Holy Light" and "listening to the hadith".
You have your own understanding of Holy Light, and have been striving to study the concepts of theology and philosophy, combined with your own experience and insights, and finally advanced the path of "Light-Shadow Twinborn" to the nearly perfect state it is today.
I must admit!
Even if I were to walk Holy Light Path, I might not be as outstanding as you.
Of course that is impossible!
After all, as long as I am willing and as long as I call, the six forces including Holy Light will open the door for me.
This is the prerogative of the "monarch".
But you are not a monarch, and you have never wanted to follow the path of a monarch, which is terrible."
Azshara showed an appreciative smile, nodded and said:
"Therefore, I am willing to admit that you can be considered a member of "Seekers of Knowledge".
You are seeking the truth just like me. Although your Path of Truth is very narrow and limited to light and shadow, but still, by the standards of believers, you are already very good.
Feel happy about this.
Your queen has never spoken so highly of a foreigner, but you deserve it."
After saying that, the queen stepped forward and dispelled her Venthyr disguise, causing Mud Servant Giant Stonehead who was roaring and scolding her to immediately show an expression of surprise.
This honest, stupid but loyal and stubborn giant lay on the ground, carefully placed his hands in front of the queen, let Azshara step into its palm, and then stood up like an undulating mountain.
The stupid Stonehead wanted to say a few auspicious words, but it was really not suitable for it, so it could only hum and say:
"Ah, noble and beautiful queen, before you leave your territory, uh, how do you say that word? Sital clearly taught me, ah, Stonehead forgot."
The big guy hit his head hard with enough force to crack mountains and crack rocks. After making several sad, hollow sounds, he said happily:
"Well, I remember, yes! When you left the territory to "hunt", your loyal and powerful "guards" protected this ghost place for you that no one wanted to come to. Your palace diplomat, the weak Duke Sytar, stayed in your shabby palace. With nowhere to go, he insisted that you would definitely return to your loyal Ashen Wilds.
Denathrius That dog thief has been sending people to try to assassinate us, but they taste very good, Stonehead are very full."
As he spoke, the rude big man burped, making Azshara look helpless.
Alas, Diakum is right. He was eager to rebuild the palace, so he recruited "strange people and strangers" from all walks of life. But to be able to recruit a guy like Stonehead, it was indeed a bit "hungry".
It can also be seen from this that even though the Queen maintains her own style everywhere, her current situation is indeed quite depressing.
"I want to meet with my court diplomat Duke Sytar first."
Azshara stood in the hands of Stonehead and said to Diakum:
"I also know that you have Holy Light duties to perform in Ashen Wilds. As a Arcane traveler, I will not participate. After you finish mourning your "comatriots", remember to come to the "palace" prepared by Sital for me."
That's a very bad place.
But it is also my first "Safe House" in Shadowlands.
Alas, I actually miss the "palace black tea" brewed for me by Sital's servants using local products. It was definitely the worst black tea I have ever drunk in my life, but it is also the most delicious tea I have ever drunk in my life.
Go ahead and don't keep me waiting."
After speaking, the queen waved her finger.
The powerful Stonehead clenched his fist and knocked on his chest, making a sound like a war drum, "clearing the streets" for the queen to go out. Then he held up the supreme queen, said bad auspicious words, and disappeared into the hot Holy Light with great strides.
"As expected of Azshara, after reaching this level, you still can't lose your dignity as a queen."
Diakum stood at the entrance of Ashen Wilds, watching the queen disappear, and then glanced at the huge, dirty shack next to the gate.
That was the place where the Queen's "General" Stonehead usually slept. Diakum noticed some scattered light fragments placed beside the huge shack.
He stepped forward and endured the stench, bent down and picked up the packet of light fragments. There were actually words on it.
The torn bag had the words Venthyr written crookedly on it, "Stonehead's snack bag will be eaten by anyone who dares to touch it."
Well, Azshara's imperial general really has a good appetite. As a creature of death, he dared to eat even Naaru fragments as "candy cubes", and he didn't have diarrhea after eating.
This stomach and intestines alone is awesome!
But Diakum grabbed those Gleam fragments holding Holy Light and put them in his hands. He closed his eyes and felt the ancient will contained in these broken fragments of light.
It seems that he felt the call of Diakum. The fragments that originally emitted a faint light shined brightly at this moment. The lights belonging to different Naaru were intertwined, leading Diakum's thoughts to the ancient times.
Vigilant vaguely saw thousands of Naarus falling from the sky wrapped in light. With the same hatred and anger, they smashed their respective Holy Lights into the gloomy city of Revendreth.
Under their scolding and punishment, the sinners living here screamed and turned into ashes in the light.
Countless Venthyrs took off to meet the enemy under the command of Sire Denathrius, but as more Naarus appeared from the sky, at that moment the forever gloomy Revendreths were completely illuminated.
As a result, those anima vampires who wanted to challenge the light turned into withered bones that were ignited and burned down amidst the screams that covered the sky.
The Punishment Expeditionary Force composed of Naaru looks down upon them!
Diakum saw Castle Nathria trembling in the light of Naaru, and also saw Eternal Ones, whose face was ashen on top of the castle, Sire Denathrius ordered his Demon Sword to kill the enemy, but under the scorching light of Naaru, even the powerful Remornia was defeated and retreated.
The emperor tried to use the power of forgiveness Judgment these Naaru, but in that bright light, countless hot wills converged into an earth-shattering response:
"You have no authority Judgment Holy Light!"
As a result, more beams of light fell from the sky, and more Light Burial bloomed here.
The ancient illusion quickly faded away, leaving a smile on Diakum's face. He took off the Sunstrider Warhammer from his back and put the fragments of Naaru that had been dead for tens of millions of years but were still in Gleam into the torch of the war hammer.
He said:
"You have been waiting for a long time. I am here to take you home. Death cannot trap you. In the rekindled sun, the ancient Holy Spirit will return to the embrace of High Heaven. If you still have the last persistence, then come with me.
We Qidian burn the sun."
"Boom"
The golden holy flame was ignited in Sunstrider Warhammer's torch, representing the response of the deceased Naaru, making Diakum laugh happily and stride towards the hot Ashen Wilds.
No one knows how many Naaru here died in the war with the Stone Legion. The sentient beings of Shadowlands scolded them as "cruel lights", but Diakum knew very well that Holy Light was not cruel, and this destructive expedition was only in response to the shameful behavior of the conspirator.
Holy Light noticed Sire Denathrius's malicious intent, and Naaru tried to stop him.
They failed, and they died here.
But it doesn't matter. The arrival of Diakum countless years later represents the resurgence of Light Crusade. This time, where will Sire Denathrius, which has reached a dead end, find for itself an army that can withstand the sun's conquest?
Dick was walking in this barren desert. He picked up every fragment of Naaru scattered in the desert with both hands and put it into a torch and lit it.
These are all "fuel".
When the last remains of the Naarus, the most loyal, upright and passionate people in this desert, are collected, the fuel to ignite the sun is ready.
"Save her"
Those ancient voices are echoing, like the call of the hot wind in the desert.
Those voices are guiding the direction for Diakum. Those Naarus who died in the expedition still have the last one alive to this day. That is the last survivor of that Holy Light expedition.
The dead soul in the light is begging the incarnation of the sun to save her and take her away.
How can Diakum refuse this request?
They dare to imprison their "compatriots" in front of the sun and try to break the power of Holy Light to be used by the creation of death. Oh, these Venthyr vampires are really tired of living!
He listened attentively in this desert, and it sounded vaguely like crying Holy Song from the edge of Ashen Wilds deep into the underground abyss of Castle Nathria.
Is that Naaru crying?
Is she crying for the tragedy of enduring countless years of torture?
No!
It was just a funeral for the dying vampires.
When I restrain these Holy Remains, and then ask Holy Light for permission to kill, then I will kill you all!