Undead creatures really weren't suited to be qualified workers. Even though they didn't know fatigue and were willing to work without complaint, having a strong spirit didn't necessarily mean that they were skilled workers. Looking at the crude caves and crooked tunnels in front of me, I deeply felt that it wasn't easy for those fiendish Undead creatures.
This was especially so after they had broken free from the iron-fisted rule of the Lich King and transformed into a new species that needed freedom to live and develop. This contradiction was even more prominent. No matter what the game's settings were, in reality, the Forsaken were a species that would find it difficult to develop independently. At the very least, it was like that for now. They lacked resources, craftsmen, and perfect production capabilities. They didn't possess any of the conditions that would allow a new species to develop smoothly. The only things they possessed were unyielding souls and astonishing unity. However, these two points alone weren't enough for the Forsaken to develop. I was well aware of this, and Cirvanas was even more aware of it.
Even if we hadn't appeared, the Forsaken would have found their allies sooner or later, such as the blood elves. They would have found a solution to their species' predicament sooner or later, such as capturing human slaves. However, this world was on the brink of destruction. Nobody could be sure when the demons and the Fallen Apostles would descend on this planet. Regardless of whether it was a scheme or a rescue, I had to pull them onto the ship that was the Salvation Army.
The Queen of the Forsaken, Cirvanas. Even though she was the supreme ruler of a new country, the royal conference hall she resided in was nothing more than a slightly larger stone hall. The entire hall was originally an underground warehouse in Lordaeron's old city. Even though the Undead had done their best to decorate this hall, I still had to say that for a royal palace, this place was truly shabby.
Cirvanas stood in front of the throne in the center of the hall, sizing me and Anveena up with an interested gaze. At the same time, I was also observing this Queen of Darkness, who was quite popular among the wower.
Due to her great power when she was alive, even though she had become an Undead, Cirvanas still maintained her original appearance. Apart from her pale skin and glowing red eyes, she looked no different from a living person. Her beautiful face was slightly thin, and it carried traces of heroism and cold arrogance. Her blood-red eyes shone with a resolute and decisive light. The long ears unique to the elves peeked out from the side of her hood. Paired with a few strands of silver-white hair, this gave this Queen of the Forsaken a hint of elven gentleness. A long black cloak covered most of her body, as well as the fatal wound on her body.
It seemed that my unbridled gaze had caused the owner of this place to be dissatisfied. A cold and slightly hoarse snort suddenly resounded in my ears.
"Hmph! Human, it seems that you still don't understand your current situation?"
"The Forsaken's hospitality isn't that great." I looked around, but didn't find any place to sit. "I don't know if your lack of resources has really reached such a stage. You didn't even prepare a chair for me …"
Cirvanas was obviously surprised by my careless actions. She was stunned for a moment before suddenly revealing an interested smile. "An interesting person. You seem to be much braver than other living people. However, in this city, there aren't any seats prepared for living people. If you have something to say, it's best to do it now. I don't have time to beat around the bush with you."
She really didn't give me any face. We were both Queens, but why was there such a huge disparity? My Sandora was much more adorable …
However, I didn't express any dissatisfaction. Instead, I looked around and said, "I do have some important matters to discuss with you, but before that, shouldn't you evacuate the unrelated personnel?"
As I said that, my gaze was focused on a tall figure behind Cirvanas. Cirvanas had already evacuated the guards and unrelated personnel in the hall. Currently, other than me and Anveena, there was only Cirvanas and the Fear Demon King.
That's right, it was the Dreadlord Vali Masasi who was in charge of being the background in Undercity. He could only provide two or three quests in total. He was always the first to be killed during the massacre and would betray the Queen in the next patch. He was the legendary Batman …
"Don't take our courtesy for granted." Before Cirvanas could react, the Fear Demon King opened his mouth. "Human, sometimes arrogance will cost you your life! Do you think that you can go against the Fear Demon King!? "
Cirvanas didn't say anything to this fellow's sudden interruption, but I could see a displeased expression on her face. It seemed that Cirvanas didn't place too much trust in this Demon from the start. It was only due to the extreme lack of a strong helper that she had no choice but to treat this cunning fellow as her subordinate.
Never leave your back to a Demon, this seemed to be an eternal truth because you can never expect a Demon to have any loyalty. These cunning fellows would choose to betray at any time for their own benefits. Based on what I knew from the 'plot', the one who betrayed Cirvanas in the end was this tall Fear Demon King in front of me. Naturally, I didn't have a good impression of this fellow.
So …
"Do you think that you can go against Emperor Schilling?" I mimicked the Fear Demon King's tone and glanced at him in disdain.
"You said …" Facing my provocation, Valimasas was obviously furious. Demons didn't have any self-restraint, especially when provoked by a mortal who was incomparably weak in their eyes. However, just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly realized that all the power in his body had disappeared in an instant. Even his natural demon talent seemed to have completely disappeared. The sudden feeling of powerlessness almost made this tall demon collapse on the spot. His body shook violently for a moment before he looked towards me in fear. "You … What did you do?!"
What I did was very simple. Just like how I dealt with the mutated Demon back then, I used my mental power to forcefully block the other party's ability to control his own energy. If this ability was used properly, it could be said to be heaven-defying. Under a surprise attack, it could even cause a relatively strong enemy to lose the ability to walk. However, there were pros and cons to everything. This mental power interference could only be used against people weaker than oneself in most situations. The last time I used it to rob that mutated Demon of his five senses and natural talents, it was naturally very easy. The other party was originally a small fry, and he had been beaten half to a pulp by the Schilling's soldiers, so not only could I easily block his various senses, I could even make his natural talents disappear forever. However, using it against this Dreadlord was a little lacking. First of all, Valimasas's strength wasn't something a small fry mutated Demon could compare to. Furthermore, the Dreadlords were all masters of hypnosis who excelled in mental power. His mental resistance was far beyond my imagination. At the start, I even felt that I had almost lost control of my mental power. Fortunately, at the very last moment, I was still able to surpass the other party in terms of mental power. However, this kind of mental interference definitely couldn't last long. Valimasas would probably recover in less than a minute, so I decided to stop while I was ahead and scare the other party. Originally, I didn't expect this kind of ability that was obviously meant to harass the other party to defeat a Commander-level Demon.
Looking at Vali's pale face, I mysteriously smiled. "Demon, this is just a lesson. There are many powers that you can't understand outside of this world. I only need a thought to turn you, the so-called strongest demon, into trash that can't even defeat a pig. The power that you're so proud of is something that I can strip away at any time!"
After saying those words, my control over Vali's Masasi had reached its limit. If I were to continue, the other party would probably notice that I was no longer able to do as I wished. A Commander-class Demon was indeed not something that those small fries could compare to. Even with my terrifying spiritual power, I was only able to control this fellow for less than a minute and a half. However, looking at the other party's terrified expression, I knew that this minute and a half had already achieved the effect that I had hoped for.
Without batting an eyelid, I retracted the spiritual power interference that I used on him. With a cold expression, I said, "You can leave now. You should feel fortunate. At the very least, you're much luckier than the other demon that was stripped of all of his powers and had no choice but to lie on the alchemist's experiment table."
Being looked down upon made Vali's anger burn. However, when faced with an overwhelming and unheard of power, a demon and a Holy Knight would definitely make a different choice. Vali was afraid of death. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to betray his own race and serve Cirvanas. Thus, he didn't even dare to look at me in the eye as he left the hall in a sorry state.
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