Demon Subjugation

Along with Banehollow's oath, Zul'ra felt the long sword in his hand buzzing, and the cyan light on the sword trembled. That was the blade responding to the oath. Banehollow's oath gave the blade the ability to test his lies. Once the oath was violated, the sword could not kill him physically, but it would also make him unforgettable.°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ·._.·°¯°·.·°.·°°°

"Wait a minute, you accepted his allegiance?" Naisha grabbed Felornas's calf and dragged him back to the foot of the hill. He watched Banehollow swear to the long sword in Zul'ra's hand, and his eyes widened.

"Don't worry! I have a way to deal with him. Tell me, are you sincerely loyal to me?" Zul'ra looked at Demon Hunter who was dragged back by the female Elves. His eyebrows twitched twice unconsciously, and then he turned to Banehollow and asked.

"I swear, I will be loyal to my master." Banehollow nodded quickly, but as soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Zul'ra's hand let out a soft groan, and the flickering cold light reflected in his body, making him feel chilled all over. He subconsciously turned around and ran away, turning into countless palm-sized bats and flying around.

"I still want to run." Zul'ra looked at the countless bats flying away, and threw the long sword with his backhand according to his feeling. The long sword flew out and pierced into a clump of bats flying away to the east.

The shadow of the sword shot into the clumps of bats, and the bats scattered all over the sky were like kites with their strings cut off. They all fell to the ground. Banehollow's figure also fell to the ground in the east, with a long sword stuck in his back.

"How's it going?" Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords who was shot down by the long sword, and asked Naisha with a little pride. Facing the sword, Dreadlords couldn't tell even the slightest deceptive truth.

"Kill him! This kind of devil is the most cunning." Naisha The tip of his eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Don't! It's hard to find such a pet. Don't you think so, Banehollow?" Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords who was pierced by a long sword in the back and fell to the ground, shaking.

"Master, I was wrong. I am Nathrezim. I was born to lie. It is my nature. Please let me go once!" Banehollow's pale face tensed up. Starting from the place where the sword penetrated his back, his skin once again spread out with bruises and bruises. Countless filaments of energy were released from the sword blade in his flesh and pierced into his subcutaneous muscles.

"Then tell me, why did you lie just now?" Zul'ra was able to move around to the front of Banehollow, looking down at Dreadlords with a tense face.

"I will be loyal, but I will also take the opportunity to stay by your side and use your power to destroy the Scourge who betrayed Legion. I will also take the opportunity to pick on you and the people around you, making them hate you and spurn you. You will feel abandoned by the world and eventually become a pawn of the Legion. I also want to get the artifact in your hand..."

Banehollow didn't dare to lie at all, just like pouring beans, she told her plan, which made Naisha next to her couldn't help but widen her eyes. This was the first time she had seen such a situation.

"Master, please let me go! I was wrong." Banehollow said and begged. An unknown black liquid began to flow from his eyes and mouth, and the green flames in his eyes were swaying. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

"Okay, seeing as how honest you are, I'll let you go this time." Zul'ra looked at the guy who was in so much pain that black liquid started to come out of his eyes and mouth, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and stepped forward to pull out the long sword stuck in his back.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Naisha couldn't understand what Zul'ra was doing.

"Don't you understand? These demons can't be killed. Even if they die, they can still be resurrected from Twisting Nether, don't you think?" Zul'ra, carrying a long sword, explained to Naisha, and asked Banehollow at the same time.

"Yes." The long sword on Banehollow's back was pulled out, and his body felt much better. At this moment, his face was filled with black asphalt-like juice. He nodded in panic after hearing this, but he didn't say anything else, because he was Nathrezim, who was born to lie, and as long as he lied, he would be discovered by the sword, which would lead to punishment. The only thing he could do was to say less and do less.

"Why can't you die?" Zul'ra looked at Banehollow who nodded in panic and couldn't help but ask.

"Because our true soul mark was left in Mardum, no matter how many times we die, we will be fully resurrected in Twisting Nether."

"You see! So it's better to keep them than kill them. I also got inspiration from this guy, but! I don't think hunting can only use violent means." Zul'ra was very satisfied with Banehollow's answer, and pointed at Naisha to Felornas on the ground to explain.

"We must influence them from the bottom of our hearts, turn them into our friends, help us fight against the Burning Legion, and contribute our efforts to our cause." Zul'ra looked solemn, while Naisha had a dull expression. She felt a little bit shattered. Did she let the devil help fight Burning Legion, or was it Dreadlords, who is famous for his cunning?

"Are you crazy!" Naisha looked at Zul'ra who looked solemn and asked cautiously.

"Of course not, I'm talking about a very serious matter, but this matter is very dangerous. You heard it just now. It's like I want to influence him, and he will also want to influence me. I just want to see who is more powerful, me or him." Zul'ra stretched his neck with a solemn expression, nodded to Naisha, and then said after a slight pause.

"But I feel like I'm a little bit better now, and I think I have a good chance of winning because I have your help." Zul'ra pointed the sword in his hand at Banehollow, which made Dreadlords feel frightened.

"You still want my help?" Naisha's eyebrows skipped a beat. He would never help with such an inexplicable thought.

"Yes, didn't you hear just now? What is his goal? To pick on me and the people around me, make me feel abandoned by the world, and finally fall into darkness. So, as long as you are by my side and his goal is not achieved, then I will not lose." Zul'ra maintained a serious expression. He was telling the truth, but it was just a bit of a tease.

"..." Naisha was a little curious and confused. After chewing the words twice, he looked at Zul'ra's uncontrollable smile and couldn't help but darken his face.

"Just kidding, to cheer up the atmosphere, ah, by the way, your mount is dead. Lunara and the others are still fighting the enemy. We have to go back quickly. Come on, Holler, follow me back and kill all those damn Satyrs." Zul'ra couldn't help it, and when he saw Naisha's face turned grim, he quickly diverted his attention.

"Naisha, take this guy with you, don't kill him now, ride my Mag back." Zul'ra thought of the battlefield still being fought on the other side, and felt a little anxious in his heart, so he warned Naisha told her not to kill Demon Hunter, and he ran back to the battlefield with Banehollow. Dreadlords, who had been tortured twice, could only follow behind with his head down.

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