Sharlayan still doesn't know what Inas experienced in Kul Tiras back then.

According to the existing clues, she should have dragged her wounded body back and forth between Zandalar and Kul Tiras, otherwise she would not have known Death Loabangsandi.

At dusk the next day, Orfa, who had turned back into a human form, took Sharlayan to the Crimson Forest again.

Valeera stayed in the Thorn Whisperer's lair to help look after the little princess Jaina.

During these two months, Jaina did not stay in the den to play wildly, but often went back and forth between Drustvar and Boralus.

Catherine wanted to cultivate Jaina's political literacy while Daelin was on the expedition, but Jaina was obviously not interested in those boring government affairs.

Jaina has studied with tidesages since she was a child, and her mind is much more mature than ordinary children of the same age.

But no matter how precocious she is, she is still just a 9-year-old girl. This age is a period of curiosity and playfulness.

Imprisoned in the Boralus Palace since she was a child, Jaina has long been tired of the same scenery around her.

Catherine, who was busy with state affairs all day long, didn't have much time to take care of her daughter. Under Jaina's coquettish coquettishness, she finally agreed to Jaina's request to go out and play.

However, in order to ensure the safety of her daughter, every time Jaina leaves Boralus, she will bring two middle-aged female guards who are big and thick.

These royal guards have received a lot of combat training since they were young, and they are all elite in terms of combat effectiveness.

However, their outstanding combat effectiveness does not mean that they are also proficient in taking care of children.

On the contrary, these muscular men are all straight girls of steel, and they often say silly remarks that make Jaina dumbfounded.

Valeera's arrival relieved the bewildered female guards, someone finally took over the task of taking care of them, and they no longer had to answer the little princess's hundred thousand whys.

Frequently traveling between the two places, Jaina brought back a lot of the latest information from outside the island for Sharlayan and Valeera.

The Kul Tiras Islands are isolated overseas, and the Backlight Blade has not spread its intelligence network here. The only source of information for Valeera on the island is Jaina.

In both public and private matters, Valeera wanted to have a good relationship with this smart little princess, so it was not surprising that their friendship quickly heated up.

Entering the Crimson Forest again, Sharlayan instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"This forest... seems to be releasing hostility towards me?"

Sharlayan himself thought it was ridiculous.

The forest is full of plants that cannot move, and logically speaking, it is impossible to have obvious emotional changes like intelligent creatures.

But he dared to pat his chest to assure that there was indeed some kind of strange self-awareness in the Crimson Forest, which was hiding in the dark and staring at him with undisguised hostility.

"Humph!"

Orfa sneered and looked around: "Who else? Gorak Tull can only stare like this."

The entrance to Zloth, the Blight Realm, is within the Crimson Forest.

The Blight Realm located between the Shadow Realm and the material world has no actual coordinates. Except for its ruler, a "key" infused with the power of death must be used to open the door.

Going deep into the forest with undisguised hostility, Alpha took a deep breath.

"Here it is, let's start."

Sharlayan nodded wordlessly, and took out the sacrificial knife given by Bwonsamdi from the space package.

As Sharlayan injected a small amount of death power into it, gray-black mist emerged from the blade.

"Oh!"

The clear sound of the knife sounded, and a space crack appeared in the midair that was cut by Yiji's knife, and a strong death force overflowed from the other end of the crack.

As living beings, Alpha and Sharlayan felt a little uncomfortable under the impact of the force of death.

Keeping in mind Alfa's guidance before departure, Sharlayan reversed the majestic power of life in his body and covered the surface of his body with the power of death from himself, which dilutes the instinctive discomfort.

"Ahem!"

Olfa is old and his physical condition is not as good as before.

The power of death had a greater impact on him than Sharlayan, and just a short moment of wind blowing made him cough non-stop.

"call…"

After adjusting his breathing, Orfa stretched out his skinny arm and patted Sharlayan's shoulder lightly.

"I, an old guy with one foot in the coffin, can only help you so far, and you have to figure out the way forward by yourself."

"Remember, proceed with caution."

Orfa's eyes flickered a little, as if he was conveying some kind of secret message to Sharlayan.

Sharlayan nodded knowingly, and also responded with inexplicable eyes.

"I will."

Watching Salayan slowly walk into the space rift, Alpha stood there silent for a moment.

"Gorak Tul, our time is long over."

"The race eliminated by history should stay in the history books honestly, and the last stubborn resistance of the Drust people should come to an end here."

…

Thloth, the Blight Realm, is a special plane discovered by the Drust by accident, not really created by them.

In this plane between life and death, many of the rules of the physical world do not apply.

Sharlayan went back and forth three times in a dark forest filled with thick fog, and finally understood this truth under the reminder of the barrage.

The environmental erosion of the power of death has been continuing, and Sharlayan's action time in the Blight Realm is limited. It is necessary to find the master of this plane, Gorak Tul, as soon as possible, and take away all authority from him.

"Since no one can be found..."

Sharlayan stopped wandering around and stood still and took a deep breath.

"Let you take the initiative to find me!"

"Psychic."

Everything is lacking in the world of withering, but there is no lack of soul.

In order to preserve the hope of a comeback and prevent the souls of the Drust from being taken away by the Shadow Realm, Gorak Tul collected the souls of a large number of radical Drust who died in the war into the Blight Realm.

Gorak had once received a promise from a great figure that when the time came he and his men would be sent back to Drustvar to give them a new lease on life.

"No! I won't... give in!"

The face of Drust's soul channeled by Sharlayan was distorted, and Sarlayan was forcibly controlling his spirit through psychic techniques.

"Come on you!"

Ordinary Drust miscellaneous soldiers couldn't bear Sharlayan's control. After struggling for a while, they finally fell completely.

"Tell me, how can I find your friends."

Sharlayan glanced around with a half-smile. Ever since he entered the realm of withering, there have been sharp ghost howls echoing around him.

If you are a timid person, you will have been driven crazy by these mentality-inducing things.

Unfortunately, Sharlayan was as bold as a cow since he was a child.

Ghosts are, to put it bluntly, nothing more than souls.

Necromancers have extremely strong control over the soul, and if the soul dares to appear in front of the necromancer, it is a sure way to seek death... although they have died once before.

The spirit-controlled Drust soul said dumbly: "Spin three times in place, close your eyes and walk straight for 100 steps, our..."

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

That's all the words of Drust's soul, Sharlayan was surprised to find that he broke free from his control. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But this is obviously not by his own strength.

Having just revealed important information, the form of Drust's soul suddenly began to become distorted and distorted.

In the words of barrage, it is like a sudden problem with the TV signal.

"Wow!"

In the end, the screaming soul collapsed and dissipated on the spot, leaving only some remnants of the soul body emitting a stench.

"This fishy smell is..."

Sharlayan knelt down to check the remaining ashes of his soul, and brought it up to his nose to smell it.

"seawater?"

[Fuck! I seem to understand something, Xiaosa, be careful! Gorak Tul may be with…]

"Quick! Slackers! Row hard!"

"Hey! Drink!"

Sharlayan could see very little in the fog that filled the Blight, but his hearing was not affected in any way.

Someone's order came from the mist, followed by a series of uniform chant.

[…Hella colluded. 】

[Gan! You said it was a step too late, the Naglfar is so ridiculous! 】

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