Orcs: Fuck! You Crashed into Our Sacred Mountain Again! What Did Nagrand Ever Do to You?

Orcs: Fuck! You Crashed into Our Sacred Mountain Again! What Did Nagrand Ever Do to You? Is This Never Going to End?

Dick had not appeared by timing his entrance to save the Xenedar in crisis with the bearing of a "Savior."

He had done that often enough before. There was truly no sense of accomplishment in deliberately recreating it at this exact moment. All he could say was that Redeemer Lothraxion had certainly "done him a favor."

The moment it detonated those bombs happened to coincide with the Solar Incarnation approaching the ship of Light.

It was hard to say whether that fellow had done it on purpose.

When the Nathrezim had been created by Sire Denathrius, they had possessed perfect energy affinity. These creations of Death could embrace other forces and transform into different forms. Though they possessed an underlying directive of "loyalty to their creator," they were still not immune to the influences exerted by those forces.

The dreadlords of the Burning Legion had been driven by fel energy to crave destruction and weave schemes. The Light dreadlord within the Army of the Light had been compelled by "loyalty" to violate the moral principles it had formed within the Light. Yet that did not stop it from advancing this murder at some "coincidental moment."

It had done everything it needed to do, anyway.

If it failed to complete the mission, it could only be said that its luck was poor. After all, choosing between more than twenty thousand years of comradeship and "loyalty" was probably a difficult decision even for a Light-infused Nathrezim.

Unable to uphold both loyalty and righteousness—this was a common dilemma that had plagued every spy in history.

Thus, Sire Denathrius's creations were not truly perfect either. But then again, genuinely "perfect" creatures likely