A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Nas' twisted face.

In this situation, this smile looks so scary.

"There are obviously countless religions in the world, but you pray in one way. Unfortunately, there is no your holy light here, there is only... the dogma of death."

"I still lack a maid who is beautiful enough and loyal enough... After waking up from the necropolis, we will be together forever, and you... you will never betray me..."

"puff"

The black sword pierced the priest's heart from top to bottom, and the final despair appeared in Valina's blue eyes, until it was fixed in the last look, and then slowly dissipated.

Life has abandoned this body. In Draenor, far away from the abyss of Hades, her soul will be completely bound to her body...and then, there will be a new destiny.

"That's great."

Luminas stretched out her hand and wiped the blood stains on her face. She lowered her head and helped Pastor Valina tidy up her messy hair with unusual gentleness. Finally, she personally helped her put on a black skirt, and then put on her clothes.

The body was placed in a walnut coffin that had been prepared long ago.

After doing all this, Luminas closed her eyes and stood alone in her dark and gorgeous bedroom. There was a shocking blood stain on the bed behind her.

She called out to her leader in her spirit. After experiencing a betrayal, she urgently needed some relief.

"Tyrion... Ella betrayed us."

After a long time, Tyrion's reply came.

"Well, it seems that our attempt failed, so let her go..."

"The gap between the living and the dead is always so insurmountable. Every time you open your hands and try to embrace the past, you will be stabbed in the heart by the past. My poor Luminas, your heart may be full of wounds.

It's a hole... Come back, go to the Dark Temple to recuperate, go back to the warm nest to lick your wounds, and wait until you stand up again..."

"I believe that it will be a more tenacious soul that can never be defeated."

"You...don't you blame me? I let them go..."

"Why blame? Everyone makes mistakes, right?"

Tyrion's voice became deeper:

"We are true brothers and sisters. Death has brought you and me together. How can I blame my poor sister... Saurfang will replace you. You need to rest now."

Luminas remained silent. After more than ten seconds, she stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes and said in a harsh voice:

"No! I want to kill all those bastards! This is my responsibility and my job. No one can break through my legion. They broke into this world, and they will die sadly here. They will become Dark Blades.

strength!"

"Well, very good, it seems that the rebellious girl has finally grown up... Then go ahead and do it, you can do whatever you want!"

Tyrion's voice slowly dissipated in the communication, and Luminas turned around. There were traces of blood on her cheeks, and in the palm of her hand, there was a crystal tear...

Just like the tears of blood that Tyrion shed when he witnessed the death of General Lyresa.

You see, the undead are not emotionless, and the undead are not incapable of crying. Unlike the tears of the living that represent sorrow and happiness, the tears of the undead are composed of blood. Only endless pain and despair can condense, just like real cracks.
Chapter completed!