Crown of Chaos

The orc touched his body for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how he came back from the dead.

His last memory was that while exploring the pyramid, a team composed of orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins encountered the undead abominable snake-men guarding the temple. They fought hard to meet the enemy, tried every means, and used all means to fight bloody. In the end, they just managed to defeat the undead snake-hating people.

Without a chance to breathe, two more undead abominable snake-men attacked. The orc team retreated while fighting, and their companions died one after another.

By this time, Doherty had understood that their strength did not match the difficulty of this adventure. The orc team used the best weapons of the entire tribe and was equipped with the most sophisticated armor and hard crossbows of the entire tribe. Facing The snake-hating man still seemed a bit vulnerable.

Once you have worked hard, you will no longer have regrets. After you have experienced it, you will no longer have fantasies.

From that moment on, Doherty was determined to die. Instead of lingering, it would be better to show his final glory. Otherwise, even if he returned to the tribe, he would just die in humiliation, be annexed by other orc tribes, and be scalped.

Especially half-orcs like him. To orcs, he is a bastard born of lowly shrimps. To humans, he has evil and dirty orc blood flowing through him.

Half-orcs are destined to spend their lives searching for the approval of others.

So, how did I come back to life?

Doherty still felt unbelievable about his resurrection. Was it the human or the druid who resurrected me?

How can it be? !

However, there seems to be no other explanation. The half-orc silently picked up the long knife in his hands. He could feel that the bloodthirsty and killing power flowed on the long knife. Holding the handle of the knife, the eight-column emblem glowed slightly. Hot, power flows into the orc's body continuously. The orc has not eaten for half a day, and the orc has been full of energy after fighting fiercely for a whole day.

It can't be the druid, the druid is lying here now.

It couldn't be elves. Elves and orcs were life-and-death enemies.

The only possibility is that human being, who used magic to resurrect himself.

Did you resurrect me?

As soon as he thought of this, Doherty felt the eight-column emblem on his chest feel hot. He held the burning marks on his chest with one hand, and the remaining strength responded to his doubts.

That seems about right.

There is no concept of repaying gratitude among the orcs. For the orcs, things like favors, contracts, morality, and order are all rubbish and products of backwardness. The orc culture only believes in one truth, that is, the winner is king, the strong. The weak should be humiliated. My fists speak loudly, and the truth only exists within the slashing range of my long sword. When I become the chief, there will naturally be high-level shamans who will clear my name.

Doherty is a half-orc, and his character naturally has the ferocious and cruel side of an orc, but he also has the humanity of a human. He does not intend to repay the favor, but in his heart he has taken this incident as a sign of the human's recognition of him. He feels that Aaron recognized his bravery and strength before resurrecting himself.

Do you just acknowledge me like this? Humans of Cormyr?

The orc held the long brass knife tightly in both hands, clenched his teeth, and exposed two huge fangs outside his lips.

Doherty found his motivation to live again.

In this case, I will prove that your choice is correct.

Just wait, human being, next time we meet, I won't be so weak anymore.

Standing up from the secret room, the orc held his head high, packed up some valuable things, took some serpentine steel equipment previously owned by the undead snake-hating snake-man, and left the ruins of the snake-man empire to start a new journey.

————I am the dividing line of the new journey————

Meanwhile, at the foot of the Stormhorn Mountains, the early morning forest.

Under the shade of a big tree, a man and a woman are still clinging to each other in a strange posture. The male human god Fengshen is as handsome as the sky, with burning purple brilliance flowing on his golden hair. He is carrying the woman's hand on his shoulders. With bright red knee-high boots, one hand held her plump and smooth thigh, lifting her up.

The man's look was very confident, and at the same time, he had an irresistible look.

The woman has long fiery red hair and a slightly panicked look in her pure emerald eyes. Her pair of long legs have almost collapsed, one is lifted up and the other is dangling in the air. Even wearing high boots and leather armor, alone, The exposed lower abdomen and thighs are as strong and toned as a healthy little mare, exuding a wild and demonic aura.

She is a fierce horse.

"Put me down, little rookie." The beauty of Jiange realized that this was not going to be good. She immediately turned her back and rotated her long legs counterclockwise, holding Aaron's shoulders and hooking his waist, and wrapping her arms around Aaron's. Neck, body down and sit down.

Aaron only felt a powerful force coming from him that forced him to retreat. His back was pressed against the big tree and he was about to speak when two slender jade fingers were already touching his throat.

Not to be outdone, the man held the woman's big hand and began to move upwards, and his extremely flexible fingertips began to play Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major, which was obviously the true inheritance of Slaanesh.

Sure enough, the two sides were in a stalemate for only a few seconds, and the sword-singing beauty's offensive immediately weakened. Her hand, which had lost strength, was held behind her by Aaron. Her exquisite body turned around and was held tightly in his arms by Aaron from behind. It was a complete failure.

"Wait...little rookie, don't...like this."

"Speak quickly, sister." Aaron hugged the sword-singing beauty, whose breathing was gradually increasing and her hair was wet with sweat, to his chest. His right hand continued to play Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major, and his agile tongue followed the sword The beauty's pointed ears slid downwards with a wonderful melody: "Otherwise I will play Schubert's serenade."

The beauty of Sword Song didn’t know what Schubert’s Serenade was, but she could roughly understand what Aaron meant.

"Didn't I say it? Um...little noob...why do you have to know my sister's identity? Obviously...it's obviously harmful to you." The beauty of the sword song spoke warm words from her lips, and she He twisted his body slightly, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "This is the last warning, do you really want to know?"

"Say it quickly." Aaron had already made up his mind, and at the same time, he played the piano faster.

The body of the female elf in her arms began to tremble slightly, and she finally gave in.

"Nestia, Nestia - Baenre." The beauty of Sword Song compromised: "This is my sister's real name, although it has not been used for a long, long time. Little noob, you will be one of the very few who know my sister's real name. Man, now...are you satisfied?"

Ban Rui?

Aaron was stunned when he heard this last name. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sword song beauty immediately broke away from his control and slapped his hand angrily.

She panted slightly, her slender and well-proportioned body trembling slightly, and did not go far. She stared at him with vicious eyes, filled with resentment and displeasure: "Yes, it's Ban Rui. I warned him." You, the naughty little noob, know how to bully your sister and be rude to your sister!"

Banry!

Aaron continued to be dazed. He suddenly felt that the autumn night was a bit more chilly. The hormone secretion in his brain was rapidly weakening. The wounds he had injured before began to hurt again. Thinking of the nocturne he had just played on the sword song beauty, The fingers are a little stiff.

Banry!

He had guessed before that the Beauty of Sword Song should be a drow from the Dark Realm. Her various behaviors and hints, as well as the spider pattern on the lace stockings, all explained her identity, but he I never thought that her last name was Ban Rui!

Aaron didn't know much about the Kingdom. His previous understanding of the Kingdom was limited to some seriously invasive fan fiction he had read and a handful of national characters (such as Drizzt and Elminster) who were out of the circle. The knowledge of the kingdom in this life is limited to some books in the royal library of Cormyr.

Even so, he also knows the famous Ban Rui!

The first drow family in the city of Menzoberranzan in the Underdark, the favorite family of Spider Queen Rose, the most brutal and terrifying family, has created countless crimes and madness, and caused more bloodshed than the bread Aaron has eaten. The Banre family!

Isn't it? Aponia...oh no, she should be called Nestia now. This elf sister is actually from the Baenre family? Did he touch the female drow from the Banrui family just now?

Moreover, since Nestia is a swordsinger, a woman, and can be directly named Baenre, her status in the drow family will definitely not be low.

Aaron swallowed. In the dark and deep forest, the sword-singing beauty standing in front of him seemed to have become ferocious and terrifying.

"Tsk, little noob, I warned you before not to ask about my sister's real name." Nastia saw Aaron's expression changing, and she naturally knew how intimidating the Baenre family's evil name was. Sister Elf giggled Laughing, she rubbed the base of her legs for a while, then stretched out the toes of her boots and kicked Aaron's calf hard: "Little rookie, are you a man? Why did you hear the name Ban Rui and start from the beginning?" The proud and majestic little rooster has turned into a weak and weak little chicken? Geez, glee~"

"Who is weak?" Aaron stood up immediately and rolled his eyes: "I was just wondering, when will you do it? Cut me into several pieces, chop me finely, and transport me back to Menzoberranzan for pickling. Make it flavorful and give it to your mistresses to divide it into sachets and wear one each."

"Hahaha~" Aaron's weird joke obviously clicked. Nastia laughed loudly, her slender body trembling. She laughed for almost 20 seconds before she recovered. She held her waist with one hand. : "I didn't expect you to be very humorous, Aaron Salian."

Putting her hands on Aaron's shoulders, Nastia asked him to sit down, smiling sweetly: "Don't worry, since sister has told you your real name, she has no intention of killing you. Otherwise, how could I tell you my real name?"

"Then I really thank you." Aaron said meaningfully.

Nastia smiled. She sat down next to Aaron and pulled up the top of the garter stockings with her hands: "It should be me and my sister who want to say thank you. If it weren't for you knowing snake language, I wouldn't be like this." It’s easy to get the Snake God’s Egg. If it weren’t for the fact that you wanted to stay with me, you wouldn’t be forced to face the legendary snake man head-on. Although that guy can’t display his full strength, for you, you can beat me twice. It’s a high-level battle... my sister understands it.”

The lifespan of a snake-man is almost 600 years, and the lifespan of a legendary snake-man is more than 1,000 years. However, no matter how powerful the legendary snake-man is, he cannot live as long as 10,000 years. It can only be maximized through the hibernation mechanism of snakes. To reduce body aging and metabolism to a certain extent, the snake man needs a process of gradually warming up and awakening his consciousness to wake up from hibernation. The six-armed legendary snake man woke up abnormally and did not fully exert his legendary strength, and his magic power was even less.

"Hey, as a member of the Banrui family, sister shouldn't be vicious, ungrateful, and narrow-minded. She is always planning calculations and interests. Has she either betrayed or is preparing to betray?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Thank you so much...little noob!" Nastia's smile was stiff, and she pinched Aaron's face with her hands: "You think so badly of your sister."

"So, this is your nature?" Aaron's face was rubbed back and forth by the elf sister, and sweet words came smoothly: "I still like this kind of sister, not the previous Aponnia."

"Hmph~ My sister had a mission at the time, and I wasn't familiar with you. I didn't know what you, a little novice, wanted to do, so of course you had to be careful." The elf sister rubbed Aaron's face vigorously, like rubbing a dog's head.

"So we're familiar now?"

"We have all experienced life and death together, are we still not familiar with each other?"

"Since we are so familiar with each other, can you also show me your sister's original appearance?" Aaron took the opportunity step by step.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Nastia hesitated: "Really want to see it?"

"I really want to see it." Aaron nodded.

Sister Elf's expression was uncertain. She stared at Aaron and hesitated: "Really want to see it?"

"I really want to see it." Aaron repeated again.

After speaking to this extent, the sword-singing beauty had no reason to refuse. She sang the ballad and lifted the disguise magic on herself.

Then the fiery red hair began to transform, and the cool and noble silvery white replaced the passionate and fiery red. Then her emerald green eyes dissipated and turned into a bloodthirsty scarlet, exuding a deadly red light.

What a pair of terrifying eyes they are. The red eyes are full of bloodthirsty and killing intent belonging to the drow, cold and cruel, and have a strange beauty, just like the endless landscape of the frozen northern polar wasteland. The view of the glacier is equally beautiful.

However, the color of her skin did not change much. It was still an astonishing white, but it changed from white with a hint of bright gold to a pale color with a hint of purple.

"This is my original appearance." Nestia looked at Aaron with some embarrassment. She didn't dare to look directly into Aaron's eyes: "It's what you want to see! My sister didn't force you."

However, Aaron's reaction was completely different from what Nastia had imagined. She had thought that he would be fearful or at least silent.

But in fact, Aaron's reaction was - his eyes glowed green.

White hair, red eyes, fair skin and long legs!

Is there anything more attractive than these things to the Son of Chaos who was a member of the Celestial Dynasty in his previous life?

It's basically tailor-made.

"Sister is so beautiful!" Aaron praised sincerely, obviously liking it very much: "I like the way you look! I like it very much!"

"Really?" Nastia was enveloped in surprise. Does the rookie like white hair and red eyes?

"Really!" Aaron gave a very positive reply: "But why is my sister's skin still white?"

The skin of the drow is mostly jet black, symbolizing their corruption.

"Of course there is a reason for this... I can only tell you that my sister's skin has been this color since she was raised by her family when she was a child." Nastia subconsciously looked at the sky after being surprised, and her expression turned into disappointment. : "Okay, it's over, it's time for me to leave."

"Sister Nastia..." Aaron knew that both of their tasks had been completed, and they could not stay here all day.

Both of them were a little disappointed, and the atmosphere immediately became silent.

"However, before that, there is one more thing I want to do." Sister Elf placed the egg of the snake god wrapped in a special scroll on the ground: "Can I borrow a little more of your time?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded silently, and the time of separation was coming.

"Please, look at my sister carefully."

The melodious song sounded, and in the dark night, Nestia danced in the night. Following the singing of the sword song, the elves under the night sky danced lightly, and the light of the magic tattoo lit up the night along with the tattoos on her body.

The night breeze is comfortable, her silver hair is dancing in the forest, her graceful waist is gentler and softer, she sings soft and moving ballads, the sword song is full of joy, spreading all her thoughts through the singing into the dark sky, The majesty of the Stormhorn mountains adorned her, and the giant trees in the forest danced with her. She fluttered and twisted like a beautiful butterfly, giving her best.

The light of the magic tattoo became brighter and brighter, and the animals on it came to life. They danced around Nestia, and circled Aaron. .

Nestia gradually came closer. She walked happily with her elegant style, covering Aaron's whole body with vibrant colors, like a magnificent poem, as sweet as a dream and as mellow as wine.

Her dance was like a dream, and the joints in her body were as flexible as a snake, twisting freely. A tremor spread from the fingertips of her left hand to her shoulder, and then from her shoulder to the fingertips of her right hand. The silver thread on her head also vibrated. She did not deliberately act at all, and every movement was natural and smooth, like a white lotus emerging from the water.

Aaron looked a little crazy.

This is a song and dance that belongs to him alone in the dark night. This is a gift left to him by Nestia.

Good times are always extremely short.

After the song and dance ended, Nestia came close to Aaron and hugged him tightly. She pressed her pink lips to his and sucked hard, pouring all her emotions into him.

After a few seconds, she forced herself to push him away, turned around, picked up the egg of the snake god from the ground, and never looked back.

"We will never see you again, you little rookie from Sousal."

Aaron, who was standing there, silently stared at Nastia's back and waved goodbye.

"We will meet again, Sister Nestia."

Updated, this chapter took a long time to write, I hope you all like it.