Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1947 75. Come on, be happy, there are so many pasts anyway

The battle at the Temple of Courage has entered its final stage.

After harvesting two groups of reinforcements by using the tactics of siege, the stitching masters of the Secret Academy of Creation have obtained enough fresh corpses of Kyrian angels. It has completely different power attributes from any other raw material.

Even for experienced stitchers, it is no easy task to use these rare and powerful raw materials to create new war abominations.

The good news is that master stitchers have plenty of material to let their wits run wild and try out new ideas.

The bad news is that Grom, Overlord of War, only gave them a week to come up with something new.

The worse news is that their Queen of Creation is a fool who knows nothing about suturing techniques, she can't help at all, and she is domineering to the courageous Saint Jasandria who was captured by her, and she is unwilling to hand her over to sutures. The masters are used as experimental materials.

However, the resentment of the stitching masters was quickly overshadowed by new good news.

The Marquis of the Eyed House, who is about to go to the next Fort St. Jay, has issued a call. As long as the stitching masters participate in his war, all the materials they seized will be their own use.

Fenna will be busy doing really terrible bad things with her stinky brother Braike, so she has no time to take care of these small things, so she will probably wait until the Marquis fulfills her wish of being a bad guy and returns to her floating city in a comfortable body. It is estimated that he will be shocked to find that almost all the stitching masters under his command have run away.

Those bastards have all gone to "work" for the cunning Kargath Bladefist.

But with Fenna's character, there is a high probability that she will not make any unpleasant remarks on this matter. Well, this kind of personality that is so severe that it is almost necrotic is also one of the reasons why the stitching masters chose her to be the Queen of Creation. .

It's really great to have such a leader who can be loyal and informal.

In the command hall of the creation floating city, Bu Laike withdrew his seal of black clothes, and at the same time as the chains of dominance shaped by the shadows were retracted, Devos moved his body to prepare to escape.

But before she could make any real resistance, Fenna, who had been waiting for a long time, grabbed her wrist, twisted her hand bones and ankle twice, and crushed her wings by the way.

Such an injury is nothing to a St. Jie.

As De Vos is a demigod and a kryon who is very good at healing, she may be able to heal herself in a few minutes. After all, Fenner did not use divine power or the strengthening power of Maldraxxus on her.

She just showed up in this "mental behavior modification" operation as Dr. Bo Laike's beautiful assistant.

"Put her in place."

The pirate ordered casually, and Fenner, who licked her lips, mentioned that Ms. DeVos slammed her in front of Bo Laike in a very unseemly duck-sitting manner.

"What are you going to do to me?"

De Vos knew she couldn't escape this day.

But she remained loyal to her eldest daughter, even though she had just witnessed how Braike had united the Forsworn around him.

What made De Vos most desperate was that she listened to the evil god's answer to the bewildered soul of the forsworn all the time, knowing that Braike was turning the bewilderment and pain of the forsworn into a sympathy for the eldest daughter, Gristia. Hate and disgust, but she couldn't say any words of rebuttal.

She was even a little shaken by herself.

Especially when he saw the persuaded Forsworn Grien tearfully accepting his current situation and retaining all his past memories, the expression of relaxation and happiness from the bottom of his heart made Devore even more Si's heart was shaken.

She could no longer remember what she had done when she participated in the five major trials. It was a very long time ago. How long did it take her to pass the trial of purity?

When I decided to give up my past, was it as painful as that unknown swearer, but did I convince myself to let go? Is the past that I gave up worth remembering?

These questions kept rolling in De Vos's messy mind, so loyal Shengjie couldn't get a definite answer at all.

"Bring Sandria later."

Bu Laike prepared a slightly complicated void magic, and said to Fenner who was pressing De Vos beside him:

"The Forsworn not only need a leader who can lead them, they also need a powerful Forsworn Valkyrie to help them break into the Tower of Ascension.

Sandria is perfect.

Very good at playing, and her brain

Uh, I mean, straight as a real fighter!

Warriors are the best to persuade. I believe that as long as she sees the evils in this land with her own eyes, she will definitely choose to join us. "

"Don't even think about it! You are just wishful thinking! Evil God!"

Ms. Devos struggled, and when she heard that Bo Laike was going to pollute not only her but also her brave sisters, the loyal St. Jay snapped:

"Sandria's will is the strongest among us, your evil tricks can't seduce her at all! You don't want her to be your weapon to hurt the queen of the Kyrians for you

The eldest daughter is the foundation of this land! "

"Well, look what she's done to you."

Bu Laike put his hand on De Vos' cheek, he looked down at the loyal St. Jie, and said in a pitiful tone:

"Not only did it turn you into a fanatical guard, it even destroyed your imagination, making you think that a bad guy like me can only come up with such a shameful little trick.

Do you really think I need to seduce Sandria to get her to help me?

No no no.

I will only tell her the crux of all the problems on this land, and she will take the initiative to join us. After all, I never wanted to hurt Your Majesty, the eldest daughter who is stupid and cute.

I just wanted to reason with her. "

"The eldest daughter has no grievances with you at all, and you have never even had contact with each other!"

De Vos was pressed by Fenner's shoulders and invaded by the pirates with the power of the void, so she couldn't struggle at all. She could feel that she was getting weaker and weaker, and the power of the evil god was doing whatever she wanted in the world of her heart.

She is being pulled into a woven dream.

While still awake, De Vos asked in a painful tone:

"The other Kyrians haven't approached you, they don't know your story, but I've been in touch with you many times, Bo Laike, and I know you're never a blind man.

Why?

Why do you have such a big complaint against your eldest daughter?

What the hell did she do to you? "

"Well, I'd love to tell you it's not personal. But who am I kidding?"

Bu Laike stared at De Vos, whose eyes were getting more and more confused, and he said to the loyal St. Jie expressionlessly:

"The stone blacksmith told me that in the four major kingdoms of the shadow world, there is the existence of the God of War on the Moon Night. He is the god of the black moon, and he is the power I can rely on the most. Whether in life or after death, they are all under the moonlight. Warriors of justice.

However.

Promote Bastion for nothing!

There is no God of War on a moonlit night that I was looking forward to here, I can only feel the endless sadness from the moonlight here, do you know why? "

The evil god lowered his head.

Whispered in the ear of De Vos, who has completely escaped into the eternal nightmare of the Silent One:

"Because your eldest daughter used her stupid methods to make my Moon Night God of War forget the past, and made him or her willingly give up the qualification to live forever in the moonlight, just to get back the status of an unknown promotion

Your eldest daughter has no quarrel with me, but I wish I could strangle her to death.

That's right.

This is a personal grudge!

I lost a warrior, and my eldest daughter is responsible for it. I think it’s enough for her to go to the worlds to suffer for tens of thousands of years. Don’t worry, I really won’t hurt her.

And now, instead of worrying about your great eldest daughter, I think you should worry about yourself first, Devos, let me tell you a secret. "

The pirate's fingers moved from De Vos's face to the center of her forehead, while rolling up the dark purple thoughts of truth, they penetrated into the forehead and mind of the loyal Saint-Jay.

He was like an investigator looking for some remaining clues in a purified ruin. While flipping through De Vos' memory, he said:

"An intelligent creature can never really forget the past, even mechanical gnomes format their own memory data, leaving some traces that cannot be covered up.

Souls are not born from memory.

But memory is a necessary thing that makes up the soul. If your soul has not collapsed, it means that the past you have not disappeared. She is hiding somewhere deep in your soul.

I will make you remember who you are.

I'll let you get her back after you've lost yourself, so you'll really understand what a ridiculous, leaky order you're serving.

Don't worry, I won't force you to be a traitor with the corruption of the void.

That kind of forced brainwashing is too boring. Since we still have so many intersections in the past, I will give you a choice. "

Closing his eyes, Bo Laike said:

"I'll let you tell me who you are! Come on, Loyal Sanjay, say hello to your old self."

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It is not a good thing to have advanced wisdom in a backward world. Some people say that ignorance is a beast lying on the ladder of civilization, which will devour all the pioneers who try to cross it.

If this sentence is correct, it can be used to sum up DeVos's life.

Hmm, maybe a sensible prefix should be added.

The life of DeVos, the stargazer, witch, and naturalist.

In a fringe world that has been destroyed by natural disasters, under the moonlight of an ordinary midsummer night, a little girl in a pink dress is fiddling with a delicate and expensive telescope next to her father.

She stared at the stars in the sky curiously. Whenever she found a star that she hadn't paid attention to before, she would ask her father in surprise, or proudly show her discovery.

"What on earth are there on those stars? Will there be intelligent creatures like us there? What is their civilization and world like?"

These are the words on the title page of her father's diary, and it is also the secret that young De Vos wants to know.

She grew up day by day, and learned knowledge from her father, who was a nobleman but hoped to become a naturalist, until one day when she found that her father could no longer answer the twenty questions she asked , She knew that maybe she should start a new life.

So, under the arrangement of her father, the optimistic and happy noble lady De Vos embarked on her own journey.

It took her ten years to finally sort out a set of accurate star maps. By the way, she traveled all over her country to draw a precise map. She told everyone she met who was curious about the starry sky, saying that there is no star map in the galaxy. There are no palaces of gods, nor is there a villain in the sun who observes the lives of mortals and is always ready to send fire from heaven to punish their sins.

What she said made sense, but such rhetoric was obviously not liked by the church in power.

Especially after her father died, no one could shelter a deviant young lady, and some people started calling her a witch, so De Vos really became a witch.

In the fifteenth year of her escape from home, the self-taught witch Devos successfully concocted a special potion with the help of her apprentice.

Drinking it can change her life form, turning her into a rare "star life" so that she can avoid all the troubles in the world, let herself soar freely in the sea of ​​stars, and not be disturbed by those who hunt her .

She thought so, and she did so.

Although her apprentice who had been with her for nearly ten years confessed her love to her after drinking the potion, the young lady who dared to love and hate finally responded to the apprentice's fiery feelings before she turned into starlight.

She was forty-five at the time.

All that is left to my little lover who is 20 years younger than me is a set of world maps drawn by myself and the tenderness of the last night.

She lives chicly.

Even at the end of her life, she was alone, but her life was not monotonous. She may be the first woman in that world to complete a world tour.

Even if the price of this trip is to make her a wanted criminal in almost all countries.

But so what?

After saying goodbye to the world that was not friendly to her, she can finally realize her childhood wish, and finally she can run freely and undisturbed in the galaxy, roaming on the stars that accompanied her since she was a teenager. .

This is DeVos' story.

A pure soul from beginning to end.

Presumably this is how she was able to reach the Bastion of Ascension posthumously, but unfortunately, after countless epochs, she has forgotten why she got here in the first place.

"DeVos DeVos."

As if the call from the far away world awakened the loyal Saint Jie from his vague memories, Devos raised his head and felt cold tears flowing on his cheeks.

Subconsciously, she bent down and covered her red eyes with her hands.

"Oh my god. It's like a dream. How did I why did I forget this?"

"Maybe it's just to see more things that make you curious. After all, you have always been a young lady who can't control your curiosity."

Bu Laike knelt down and handed a handkerchief to the loyal Sanjie in front of him.

With a weird smile, he whispered:

"Of course I know that these memories may not be enough to make up your mind, or to really see what a failure the guy you served was.

But why are we discussing such a serious and uninteresting topic now?

I know you must have many questions.

But let me ask first. "

Cthulhu looked into Devos' eyes, he smiled and said:

"Tell me, DeVos, what are those stars? Ask another gossip, when you saw them, did you ever regret leaving your little milk dog boyfriend who was so devoted to you?"

"On Those Stars"

De Vos subconsciously wanted to share the scenery she saw countless epochs ago with Bu Laike and Fenner next to her, but when she saw the eyes of the two, she understood.

What they want is not sharing, let alone answers.

"I saw things that made me jump for joy, things that I swore I would always remember."

Loyal Sanjie bowed his head.

She put her hands on her chest, the beating heart there had never been so violent and full of passion in her memory, as if.

It was as if he was alive again.

Back to the night when I set foot on the galaxy.

She pursed her lips and looked back again.

There seemed to be a shy big boy waving goodbye to her behind nothing.

She can't even remember the child's face, but she knows that when today comes, the concern that has crossed time and life and death will truly dissipate.

"I seem to have made a mistake."

Loyal Shengjie stood up.

She reached out to hold the sacred wings spread out behind her, and caressed the holy white feathers.

Under the gaze of Bu Laike and Fenner, a ball of black light shone from between De Vos' fingers, covering the gorgeous and elegant sacred wings as quickly as ink poured into a water basin.

Flapping her wings like a young eagle, Ms. DeVos turned her head to Laike with a big, bright, pure smile amidst the beating of the flying black feathers.

She was very much like the reckless witch who dared to suffocate the horrible potion in one gulp just to pursue her dreams.

she says:

"Let us right that wrong together. Will you come with us, great and wicked King of the Forsworn, and join us in declaring war on the horrible old hag, will you?"

It's going to be a lot of fun, I promise! "

"certainly."

Bo Laike shrugged, picked up his pipe, and exhaled the smoke ring.

As the smoke rose, he smiled and said:

"That's why I'm here."

(end of this chapter)