"Nur!" Above the ruins of Ferdov, Tarim Khan let out a high-pitched cry. It was a voice that was filled with extreme hatred and had lost his mind. He shouted the name of Nur over and over again as if he would only stop after burning the city to ashes.
The ruined city had turned into a large camp that belonged to the Chaos Army. There was an unpleasant smell and rotten color everywhere. The Chaos Army was stationed here. As time passed, the land of Ferdov was more and more affected by the corruption of Chaos.
At this time, the entire Chaos Army still seemed to have a scale of nearly 30,000 people. However, they had begun to fall into a predicament of lack of food and clothing. The scorched earth of Wesen had made it impossible for the Chaos Army to get enough supplies. That's right. The Chaos Warriors, the Chosen Warriors of Nurgle, and the Rotten Knights did not need to eat. However, the Kurgan Marauders and the Plague Ogres consumed a lot of food, not to mention the Chaos Dwarves and the Chaos Giants. As the main force of this army, the Chaos Dwarves undoubtedly had the priority in terms of food.
As the food gradually ran out, Tarim Khan had no choice but to appoint his subordinates to manage the food and implement a rationing system. This immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Kurgan Marauders. Some of them began to resort to violence and suspicion. They felt that their goal was getting further and further away from the original track. The Chieftains who disagreed with each other began to criticize and ridicule each other. Then, the internal strife led to assassinations. In the doctrine of Chaos that they believed in, any killing and violence was the same regardless of whether it was against the enemy or not. The Evil Gods of Chaos would also praise it.
Terrifying rumors spread in the Chaos camp. Many of the Kurgan Marauders said that Tarim Khan was just a prank played by the loving Nurgle — an extremely bad prank. Under the corruption of Nurgle, Tarim Khan's intelligence, which was originally quite good, had become dull and dull. In the beginning, he did not stop the rumors from spreading. This made the Kurgan Marauders believe that Tarim Khan had become mentally retarded.
Perhaps Nurgol did not like smart believers, but Tarim Khan was not. The King of Maggots finally made his move when rumors were flying everywhere. After executing hundreds of Kurgan warriors, the rumors were forcefully suppressed, but the internal division was getting bigger and bigger.
The Chaos Shaman of the Dawe Clan, Faithless Shai, had suggested on more than one occasion to give up on attacking Nur and attack Awei Hill instead. The Empire's Awei Hill Province was an extremely fertile plain, and it was a great province that produced grain and livestock. Moreover, it possessed a huge population and wealth. Awei Hill's main forces were still entangled with the 3,000 soldiers Tarim Khan had left behind at the Blackfire Pass, and this was the best opportunity.
If it really didn't work, it would also be a good idea to bypass Nur and attack Rick Territory.
Tarim Khan refused. As the son of his benevolent father, Nurgol, he had already promised to offer Ludwig's city to the Chaos Evil God. How could he go back on his word?
Faithless Shai was extremely furious about this. The Dawe Clan's Great Shaman secretly performed a divination behind Tarim Khan's back. He used the spinal fluid of the elves to form a filthy magic formation in order to divine Tarim Khan's future.
The result of the divination was covered in a dazzling silver light, and Shai was almost blinded. The Faithless Shai was so frightened that he crawled under the table, not daring to breathe loudly. It was only when the light on the table completely disappeared that he crawled out in shock and hurriedly reported this matter to the Chaos Dwarf's Ashen Prophet, Draz Hoss.
"If it's not a catastrophe, then it's a catastrophe?" Draz Hoss scoffed at Shai's divination. The leader of the Chaos Dwarves only needed a few seconds to figure out the reason. He sneered and turned to leave.
'A catastrophe is Tarim Khan's problem. What does it have to do with me, the Ashen Prophet Draz Hoss?'
Faithless Shai didn't understand the Chaos Dwarves' thoughts at all. After Draz Hoss turned to leave, the Dawe Clan's Great Shaman was flustered and exasperated. The selfish nature of these Chaos Dwarves caught him off guard. After some thought, Faithless Shai still decided to tell Tarim Khan the result of his divination.
However, Tarim Khan was currently performing a filthy sacrificial ritual. The Priest of Pestilence and the Chosen Warriors of Nurgol told Faithless Shai that the Chosen Champion of Nurgol had no time to meet him.
Faithless Shai could only curse Tarim Khan's stupidity. Since he didn't want to know, then he would never know!
The Chaos Wizard cursed and left.
No one noticed that while Faithless Shai was tangling with the guards, a black shadow had secretly snuck into Tarim Khan's sacrificial ritual under the cover of a spell.
This used to be a church of justice, but it was now in ruins. Tarim Khan had ordered the Plague Ogres to dig a large pit in the ruins. Thousands of rotting corpses were buried in the pit, forming a large reservoir. Tarim Khan immersed himself in the pit, wriggling his body as he bathed in the darkness.
The black shadow lurked on the roof of the church. The plague miasma that greeted him almost suffocated him. He directly cast a spell at the top of the pit of corpses. Then, as if he was chanting a secret spell, lightning and thunder erupted from his body. His entire body turned into a raging flame as he pounced towards Tarim Khan who was bathing in the pit!
“！！！” Tam Khan was immersed in his conversation with his loving father, Nurgle, and could not extricate himself. When he woke up, the whole pit had turned into a boiling hell. The black shadow rushing toward him was a masked human. A large amount of magic power had been injected into his body. The shield formed by death magic and dark magic allowed him to maintain his mobility in such a filthy environment. The assassin landed on the surface of the water and directly drifted over. The dagger in his hand pointed straight at Tam Khan's throat!
The dagger was injected with witchcraft fire visible to the naked eye. Tarim Khan's eyes widened when he saw this, but Nurgle's sacrificial ritual was interrupted and he could not move. He issued an order, and a Plague Toad immediately floated up from the water, attempting to stop the assassin's movements.
The assassin's face, which was hidden behind the mask, did not show any emotion. He spun his dagger rapidly, cutting the toad into a row of charred pieces. Perhaps because he used his power, the assassin's eyes and hair immediately changed.
He was rapidly aging.
"Roar! Not allowed! " A Plague Troll tried to stop the assassin's surprise attack from the side. It waved a thick arm, and the assassin immediately ducked to avoid the Plague Troll's attack. He hurriedly changed his direction and dodged the Plague Troll's attack with a horizontal movement. At this time, he was very close to Tarim Khan.
However, Tamu Khan had also regained his ability to move. The champion of Nurgol's Chosen One laughed wildly and threw out a punch, splashing a large amount of green rotten pus. His giant ogre fist smashed the idol in the ruins into pieces, as if to display his unparalleled strength.
However, because of this, Tarim Khan's speed slowed down. The assassin once again dodged Tarim Khan's fierce attack. His dagger burning with witchcraft fire pierced Tarim Khan's arm, making a burning sound. The witchcraft fire once gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Tarim Khan.
"Hmph!" Tarim Khan snorted softly. His injured arm healed in an instant, and then the pus spurted out from the wound directly corroded the dagger.
This was his unique ability! Nurgle's blessing could resist the majority of magic damage and easily heal wounds!
The assassin saw that the situation was not good and quickly let go of his hand. He grabbed the remaining dagger and released all his strength. Blue-white flames and lightning burned around him. He twisted his whole body into a hemp rope, ready to give Tarim Khan a fatal blow!
Boom! The second Ogre's Giant Fist finally arrived. The assassin was punched into the water and fainted on the spot. Tarim Khan endured the pain of the ritual being interrupted and floated up from the water. When he picked up the assassin from the pit of corpses, he found that the assassin had white hair, and the magic power lingering around him had disappeared. Tarim Khan's eyes were full of anger. He had found that the assassin was just a puppet controlled by witchcraft!
Thanks to this assassin, his sacrificial ritual was interrupted, and his body was also affected. Tarim Khan strode out of the reservoir. He forced his increasingly slow mind to think about the cause and effect of the matter.
Who sent the assassin? The Empire? Or one of his own?
Forget it, it's not important.
Tarim Khan thought. His body was now broken, and it was rotting more and more. The characteristics of Nurgle were clearly shown on this distorted and swollen skin. The stench and the buzzing green flies all showed that this was the peak of Nurgle's blessing. He needed to change to a new body.
"Nur!!!"
At the same time, Nur, Moore's Garden.
A huge wizard tower stood among the tens of thousands of tombstones and graves in the cemetery. It was full of gloomy and dark aura. It had stood here for hundreds of years and had always been considered a forbidden zone for life. In the city, even the most powerful Chief Justice Theodore of Nur, the most powerful Lady Emmanuel, or the chief engineer of the military factory, Maybach dared not approach it.
This was the Black Lady of Nurr, the Rose of the Graveyard. The guardian of Nurr, the great Necromancer Elspeth Von Drakken's wizard tower was located here. People had always been in awe and fear of this Rose of the Graveyard.
However, at this moment, this Adept Tower welcomed an unexpected visitor.
Dark Elf Olica, who was wearing a magical black and white knee-length skirt with crisscrossing vines, was sitting opposite Rose of the Cemetery. Her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings were raised high. The two great Necromancers sat opposite each other. The magenta magic power that erupted from Rose of the Cemetery and the magenta magic power that erupted from Olica's body converged into several magic threads and directly injected into the highest part of the wizard tower.
Suddenly, the mana threads in the room let out an explosive sound. After twisting a few times, they thoroughly twisted into a ball and let out an explosion in the air.
"He's dead. Your plan to assassinate him has failed." Olica opened her eyes. The dark elf stared at Elspeth, who was sitting opposite her. "I can only help you up to this point. Even if the two of us work together, we can only make the puppet carry about 30% of its magic power."
"It's fine." Elspeth said coldly. "It's enough. The energy we left in his body will be the key to destroying him."
"That's your plan?" Olica was quite interested. "You know how to deal with the champion of Nurgle. You set up one trap after another and let him step into it step by step. You used all the power you could use, including my master and me."
"Actually, I don't quite understand why you're here." Rose of the Cemetery's answer was ambiguous. Elspeth stared at Olica. The beautiful dark elf's waist-length hair directly spread on the ground. Seeing Olica's half-smile, the Nur lady continued, "Or rather, you actually appeared in the mortal world."
"Why can't I appear in the mortal world? I have a shell that can walk in the mortal world, "Olica said with a smile." Also, I have a master. "
"Your master doesn't even know what you got from him." Seeing this, Elspeth sighed. "Including Her Excellency the Countess. In fact, although Her Excellency the Countess' talent isn't mediocre, it's definitely not extraordinary. Although she hid it very well and made herself look weak, in fact, when she returned to Nur, she was already a legendary expert."
"What does that have to do with me?" When Olica talked about Emilia, there was only coldness on her face. "I didn't kill her because she's my master's woman, and for me, my master is my everything."
Seeing the strange smile on Olica's face, Elspeth shook her head. Her delicate face that was so pale without a trace of blood returned to calmness. If one looked at her appearance alone, it was hard to imagine that when Emilia's grandfather was still the ruler of Nur, Rose of the Cemetery was already the guardian of Nur.
After a moment of silence, Elspeth continued, "Okay, it's time to tell me your condition."
"Your control of death magic is the best among humans. I need you to do me a favor." Olica nodded, and the dark elf put forward her request. "I need you to help me wake up a sleeping soul, a great soul that forever wanders in nightmares. It has been ten thousand years since the Pale Queen found him in the crack of the subspace. She spent ten thousand years repairing the damage in this soul, but she still couldn't wake him up."
The Black Lady of Nur wanted to say that Olica should go to the High Elves or the Dark Elves, but thinking of Olica's current identity, the Black Lady nodded. "I'll try to use my magic and communicate with Death Moore to wake him up."
The Pale Queen's clergy was souls, while Death Moore's clergy was the dead. The two could not be mixed together.
After the deal was made, Olica chanted a spell, and the dark elf took out a golden soul that was as dazzling as the sun. "This is it."
This soul was very special. Even though it was held in Olica's hand, it still radiated a dazzling heat. It was a kind of light power, loyal, radiant, loving, and strict self-discipline.
In the middle of the golden soul, there was a drop of bright red liquid with a pair of white wings on both sides, bringing endless light to the dim wizard tower. This light not only did not cause any harm to Elspeth and Olica, who liked darkness, but on the contrary, it made them feel comfortable. It was the light of humanity, the light of hope.
The Black Lady of Nur opened her eyes wide, and for the first time, her face showed a surprised expression.
"This is!"
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