Just as the High Lord used the power of death to mark the soul of Xalatath's new flesh and blood body, in the High Lord's mind, he was also communicating with another existence that mortals could not imagine.

"Do you trust this ancient god?"

Elune's voice was full of doubt:

"After seeing what C'Thun and Yogg-Saron did, and after seeing with your own eyes the turmoil caused by the heart left by Y'Shaarj, how can you still believe in these void creations... They

They are the most despicable and vicious rats in the darkness! You cannot believe even a word of every word they say! You are not a madman, Tyrion, tell me why you do this!"

"I have my plan."

The high lord didn't seem to have any intention of explaining all this to Elune. He just said casually:

"You just need to know that it won't do you any harm, that's enough."

"No harm?"

Elune's rebuttal became unusually tough:

"Standing in front of you is a complete soul of an ancient god. What she lacks is a body full of fallen power. You are not really confused by that mortal body, are you? Can't you see

Is she carrying a terrible threat? She will betray you one day!"

"But that's... exactly what I want!"

The great lord replied impatiently:

"I expect her to betray me. At the right moment, her betrayal will become my most powerful weapon against a powerful enemy! And before she betrays, the power she possesses will strengthen the abilities of my subordinates... Elu

Well, be good, don't act unreasonably like a rebellious little girl, and don't question me!"

"snort!"

An angry snort sounded in the head of the great lord, and Elune responded coldly:

"No matter what you say, I will keep an eye on her! When I think it is necessary, I will use my own power to get rid of her! I will not allow a creature with a terrible threat to wander around in this world."

"oh?"

Elune answered like a rebellious girl, making the great lord laugh disdainfully:

"Your power? Do you mean those mortals? Or do you mean the night elves that you reshaped with the help of my hands? Do you really regard them as your power? Haha, my poor little Elune, then what do you think?

The understanding of power is really shallow!”

"But whatever you want."

The great lord waved his hand with some disinterest:

"You can send down oracles at will and encourage those mortals to do things for you, but if I see any mortal appearing in the Dark Blade defense zone without my permission, you won't want to know the result!"

After saying that, the great lord took the initiative to disconnect from the world spirit. His consciousness returned to Yogg-Saron's cell. He sat on his throne and rubbed his forehead with a headache:

"Ah, it really makes me unhappy, another rebellious girl..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of gentle fingers touched the great lord's forehead from his side, rubbing his forehead very gently. That was Xalatas, the fifth ancient god, moving his new body, very ambiguously.

She leaned into the big lord's arms, and her appearance did not change at all...well, except for the top of her long purple hair, a strand of black hair that stood up like an antenna.

That was the manifestation of the power of death on her body, but it was just a simple mark and would not arouse the suspicion of other powers.

"Are you worried?"

Xalatath's left hand hugged Tyrion's neck, and his right hand put the cold fingers of the great lord on his slender waist. This made the two people's postures look like real lovers.

The voice asked:

"What are you worried about? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you?"

"No, you can't help me..."

The great lord closed his eyes, leaned on the throne, and said softly:

"But if you really want to help me, then please... put on some clothes, and, I don't remember, our relationship has gotten to this point. I have a little quirk..."

"Except for my wife, I don't like anyone else touching my body!"

A hint of darkness flashed in Xalatath's purple eyes. She kept failing to get dressed as instructed by the overlord. She even went to extreme lengths and took the initiative to move the overlord's fingers to her chest. However, just as she was about to come again.

During a wave of offensive, a sharp and cold breath appeared in the darkness behind her.

"I don't remember my husband having such a shameless maid..."

Holding a cup of tea and wearing a blood-colored dress, Alleria walked out of the darkness. Her blood-red eyes stared at the naked Xal'atath. She said calmly:

"Give you 5 seconds, get out of my sight!"

The threat of the Blood Mistress loomed on his back. Xal'atath wanted to retort, but when he saw the power of death in the Blood Mistress's body, it was like a bottomless dark lake, but he could feel it at any time.

It is possible to gather into the most terrifying sharp blades and crush everything in sight into mincemeat.

That power may be far inferior to Tyrion, but it is enough to match Xal'atath, or even surpass her.

"snort."

Miss Xalatas snorted arrogantly. She glanced at the Blood Mistress, shook her head and turned around. In the lingering purple mist, a purple dress that was very similar to the Mistress's dress appeared.

On her body, she walked elegantly, passing by the body of the Blood Mistress. As she passed by, the restless little sister who longed for chaos and destruction in her heart suddenly whispered:

"Boring old woman...I suddenly thought it would be interesting to snatch him away from you!"

Faced with this provocation, the Blood Mistress not only did not get angry, but also flashed a proud smile on her cold face:

"You can try, Bichi!"

"snort"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xal'atath's face after another failed provocation, but she didn't care. With the sound of high heels clicking on the ground, she quickly disappeared into the darkness. Until this moment, Alleria

The edge in her body had just softened slightly, and she walked to her husband with the hot tea that had been completely frozen. She looked down at Tyrion who was sitting on the throne, like a jailer interrogating a prisoner.

But the great lord didn't care. He knew the character of the woman who was accompanying him.

The trust between them is far beyond anything.

The next moment, the Blood Mistress suddenly leaned down and kissed the great lord's lips. A few minutes later, she sat on Tyrion's legs, held his chest with her left hand, and said domineeringly like a queen:

"You are mine! You can only be mine! Remember?"

"Of course, my queen."

Tyrion was also very knowledgeable. He pretended to be serious and replied. This answer made the mistress very satisfied. She stood up swaying and glanced at the cold body beside Tyrion's throne. She stretched out her hand.

He straightened his hair and waved to the great lord:

"I won't disturb you from doing your business..."

"Tonight at midnight, on the top floor of the castle...you must come!"

After saying that, the figure of the Blood Mistress disappeared into the darkness amid the shattering of the vampire phantom.

"Ah, woman..."

The great lord felt that his head was starting to hurt again, but he still had to do what needed to be done. He focused on the corpse at his feet. That was Chaldea, Chaldea Morgan, a man from Second World War.

Before the start of the Orc War, this pitiful mortal had been living in the shadow of the great lord, but he was also the only one who had coexisted with that crazy goblin Xalatath for more than ten years. After being completely integrated into the void, he was not abandoned by a miracle.

person.

This has proved Chaldea's ability and his potential from the side.

Frankly speaking, if he were placed in another story, he would definitely do something earth-shattering, but now, he is lying alone on this cold and dark land, dead like a pawn, worthless.

.

But... after all, this was a sneak attack by the big lord. Being able to kill the big lord with a sneak attack is hard to say that it is not a real honor.

"You and me...we could have been friends."

The high lord put his hands on his legs and lowered his body, as if chatting with the cold corpse at his feet.

"Chaldea, I met you when I was still weak... You are one of the few people in this world who has truly witnessed most of my experiences. I think you might be able to understand me...

But it's a pity that you have always been restless, always wanted to escape from my shadow, refused my friendship, and wanted to seek the salvation of the Holy Light... Just like those mortals who are unwilling to be controlled by fate, shouting

Trying to seize fate by the throat."

Tyrion's voice became deeper, like a wisp of wind blowing in the darkness. He hooked his fingers, and a weak soul emerged from the cold corpse.

That is Chaldea's soul...half of his soul has been shrouded in darkness, but what is surprising is that the other half of his soul, even after coexisting with Xal'atath for more than ten years, is still covered by the Holy Light.

Shrouded, this is enough to prove that the priest in front of him has never abandoned his faith in the Holy Light from the beginning. He even hid it from Xal'atas...

What a cunning mortal, what an extraordinary soul.

The high lord's eyes narrowed. It stands to reason that after death of a priest of Chaldea's level, his soul will be accepted by the Holy Light as soon as possible, and then transformed into a special form, forever.

Existing in the essence of the Holy Light, it is the six basic powers of the stars, a kind of grace for the favored ones.

But unfortunately, he died in the hands of death. Unless Tyrion allowed it, his soul could not truly leave here...and could not truly be free.

"Now, let me ask you, Chaldea Morgan, do you...regret it?"

Following Tyrion's inquiry, a force of death was injected into the weak soul in front of him, causing Chaldea's soul who had experienced death to open his eyes at this moment. He tried to breathe as if he were alive.
To be continued...