As the gigantic wings on Anveena's back slowly spread open, a complex expression finally appeared on Cirvanas' frozen face.
Shock, vigilance, unease, and forced calmness, all these expressions mixed together and I couldn't help but sigh. Even the lifeless face of an Undead could still produce such rich expressions …
Faced with an Angel who could be called her natural enemy (Even though Anveena wasn't a true Angel and was only an apprentice who had just started learning the Holy Studies, Cirvanas had never seen a true Angel before, so naturally, she couldn't tell the difference), Cirvanas didn't immediately call for the guards outside as I expected. Instead, she spoke in a calm tone, "I see … Ever since I heard the news of the God's Envoy's descent, I've had a bad premonition. So, today is the so-called Day of Judgment? You came here to purify the Undead in this world? "
You must have misunderstood something! You must have misunderstood something!
However, I admired Cirvanas' calmness at this moment. As an Undead, she was still able to maintain such calmness in front of Anveena who was in her Angel form. I had to admit that she was an outstanding leader. At the very least, this calmness wasn't something I could compare to.
"I think you have misunderstood something." Even though scaring Anveena gave me a sense of accomplishment, it was more important to get down to business. "If I treated you as my enemy, you wouldn't be facing two Envoys but an entire army. In reality, Anveena and I didn't come here to promote the justice of the Holy Light but to invite the Forsaken to join our army."
At this moment, Cirvanas was shocked …
What? Inviting the Forsaken to join the Angel's army?! Has this world gone mad?
What was even crazier was that these words actually came from the mouth of a God's Envoy! This was too crazy! This was as nonsensical as a billionaire inviting an unknown beggar on the side of the road to create a better future together!
Under my explosive words, Cirvanas maintained her dazed posture and didn't move for a long time. Anveena spread her wings of light and played the role of a large searchlight for a few minutes before she finally couldn't take it anymore. She dispersed the small amount of Holy Power she had left and walked up curiously to poke Anveena twice.
"Master, I've been petrified …"
The above scenes are purely made up in my mind, please choose to forget them …
After being stunned for more than ten seconds, Cirvanas seemed to finally confirm what he had heard. His blood-red eyes were filled with shock as he looked in my direction.
"Are you surprised?" I said with a smile.
"Should I be surprised? In any case, what you have told me is beyond common sense. " Cirvanas said. I noticed that she used the honorific 'you' when she addressed us. It seemed that she believed our identities. Facing the Angel Anveena who was surging with Holy Light, an earthling who had received scientific education from a young age might have some doubts. However, for a standard resident of Azeroth like Cirvanas, she wouldn't doubt our identities at all.
"Don't use your common sense to judge our point of view. To us, Apostles, Undead are equal to any other species. Justice or evil only applies to a single individual. To label an entire race as good or evil is the height of stupidity."
In response to my words, Cirvanas revealed a momentary stupor, followed by great joy. The ice-cold mask that she had to maintain in front of others for a long time had long disappeared. She didn't hold anything back, revealing everything in her heart on her face.
Equal!
So in the eyes of God, Undead wasn't a synonym for evil!
Ever since she sacrificed herself in the battle to protect Silvermoon City and was turned into an Undead by Arthas, this was the first time that Cirvanas felt that there wasn't really no light in front of her. Leading the Forgotten, a race that was ostracized by all living beings in the world, fighting alone under the pincer attack of the remnants of the Scourge and the Scarlet Crusade, Cirvanas had almost forgotten the meaning of the word 'hope'. Even though she had never felt despair, she suddenly felt that she and the people she led didn't have to face an endless future of darkness!
If the roles were reversed slightly, and Cirvanas was an Earthling who didn't have much feelings for the Gods, perhaps my words wouldn't have much of an impact on her. However, she was an Elf who grew up in a world of magic. Under this premise, the "God's Envoy" personally told her that the Undead weren't creatures that the Gods hated. Such a simple sentence would definitely have affected her countless times over!
The most important part was the last sentence I said, "It's foolish to label an entire species as good or evil." This sentence affected her the most. For the longest time, the Forsaken had been labeled as evil and filthy by most people in this world. Regardless of whether the Forsaken was guilty or not, the so-called envoys of the Holy Light would unhesitatingly kill an innocent Undead and even call it "purification." Who could accept such treatment?
If that sentence of mine had come from the mouth of an ordinary person, Cirvanas would at most be a little happy. However, coming from the mouth of the 'God Envoy', the meaning was completely different. This was a form of recognition, the most precious recognition in the world!
Even though, from how I saw it, that sentence which was merely speaking the truth didn't have any special meaning …
"You've calmed down?" I saw that the other party's gaze had finally calmed down, so I said with a smile. "Can we get down to business now?"
An almost imperceptible hint of awkwardness flashed across Cirvanas' face before she nodded her head.
"Actually, the reason why we came to this remote world is to eliminate a relatively dangerous power. This power has already destroyed tens of thousands of worlds that are even stronger than Azeroth. If we don't stop it, I'm afraid that there will come a day when all living beings will be wiped out by this power. Your world is currently being corroded by this power. The Burning Legion, those Demons are a twisted race that was born under the influence of this power. And now, as this power grows stronger, the Demon race is also undergoing changes that you can't imagine …"
I roughly explained the recent appearance of mutated Demon squads all over the world and the reason why they were affected by the power of the Abyss. Of course, there were some things that weren't suitable to be announced to the public, such as just how terrifying the power of the Abyss could be. Such a thing wasn't something that the natives of Azeroth could deal with. Telling others about it would only increase Cirvanas' worries.
After learning about such a grim situation, Cirvanas was much calmer than I had imagined. Perhaps it was because she was already used to such situations in this devastated world. She wasn't frightened by the fact that the Burning Legion had grown stronger and could make a comeback at any time. Instead, she calmly asked, "In other words, you and your army came to this world in order to eliminate the Burning Legion and the power of the Abyss that instigated the birth of the Demon race?"
"That's right. Eliminating the power of the Abyss is our mission. However, the power of the Abyss in this world has far exceeded our expectations. In a situation where we don't have any reinforcements, even the Apostle's army will be unable to fight against the increasingly powerful Demons. That's why we need to create an even more powerful army, a powerful allied army that will unite all of Azeroth to fight against the Burning Legion. We've already sent envoys to every intelligent race in Azeroth that meets the standard, just like the two of us who are standing before you. This angel feather that you just saw is our token. Not only is it used to prove our identities, it's also proof that we've joined this Salvation Army. If you agree to join us, I'll remove the seal on the feather."
I received the large feather that came from the inner edge of Arya's wing from Anveena's hands. The image of the little angel with tears in her eyes flashed in my mind once again. Little Bubble may be small, but she has quite a lot of strength. That little brat who volunteered to join us had a whole bunch of them. Then, the little angel even had to draw a spell formation on her feather with tears in her eyes … Yep, it's hard work, it's hard work …
"I'm willing to join." Cirvanas agreed even more readily than I had imagined, saving me a lot of time and effort. "The debt between us and the Burning Legion isn't just a small one or two. However, I must seek the opinion of my people on this matter. After all, joining the Salvation Army means that we will have no choice but to fight side by side with those Holy Knights and the like. Even for me, it's a difficult decision to make. I hope you can understand."
"Of course I understand. I'm already astonished by your deep sense of righteousness. Back then, it took me a lot of effort to convince a Holy Knight to become an Undead ally. I didn't expect you to agree so readily."
"Hatred and fighting … I've long gotten tired of it. The Forsaken are Undead, not vengeful spirits. If it wasn't for the blind hatred of humans, we wouldn't want to fight so much …"
As Cirvanas said so, he felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart. Nobody liked war, especially after being forced to become a tool of war by the Lich King's iron-fisted rule for so many years. Even though there were Undead who hated the living, there were also many Forsaken who only wanted to live in peace and freedom. Even if they wanted to take revenge, they only treated the Lich King and the Burning Legion behind him as the target of their revenge. However, humans and other species blindly suppressed them, forcing these Forsaken who could have been allies to rise up and resist …
This was only the Forsaken who had just become independent. If this kind of resistance continued, perhaps the entire Forsaken race would turn into avengers who hated all living beings. That wasn't Cirvanas' original intention.
I had also thought of this point. A long period of resistance would change the entire mentality of a race. For the time being, it seemed that the Forsaken's hatred for all living beings wasn't as serious as I had imagined. At the very least, it was much lighter than the hatred humans had for them. However, it probably wouldn't be long before the conflict between the Forsaken and humans would be as irreversible as it was in the game …
"We will correct this mistake," I said to Cirvanas who seemed to be deep in thought. "Joining the Salvation Army is also an opportunity. Perhaps in the process of fighting against the Burning Legion, the Forsaken will gradually be accepted by other races. If there are still some races who refuse to realize their mistakes … I'm afraid that we will really have to exercise some of the authority of God!"
I believed that this was definitely a tempting guarantee. Unless one was a lunatic, no one would be willing to be treated as an enemy by the entire world forever. There was no reason for Cirvanas to give up a chance to live on equal terms with all other races.
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