Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 140: 39. Selling one's head in exchange for a bid. The stupid and crazy elf coward leaves at the speed of light! [1215]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [12/15])
When the proud and ambitious demon prince Perosain felt that "the sun was moving", he should have escaped in time.

But unfortunately, this stinky foreign demon who just came to Draenor to beg for food did not understand the local customs and practices at all, so it made a wrong and regrettable choice. It was ready to meet the enemy with its demon blade in hand, intending to use the power of the demonic plague bestowed by the Defiler to behead the newcomer, thereby demonstrating the invincibility and strength of the Burning Legion.

It got what it wanted.

As the Sun Wings swooped down at high speed and collided with the demonized green dragon that was roaring towards the sky, a scorching solar storm erupted in the air, igniting a burning light that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The terrified Fel Elf Lord was blown off the saddle as if facing the explosion of a Lightforged bomb, and landed with difficulty on the ground with burns all over his body as his demonic wings flapped behind him.

The luxurious and cool magic blade in its hand shattered under the weight of the first impact, and its gorgeous and corrupted polluted armor was also filled with miserable marks of burning under the explosion of the Ashbringer's Holy Slash.

But those Shadow Council warlocks who had already fled in all directions would not show any mercy to this arrogant fool. Damn it, I told you to run away just now, but you didn't listen!
Now you are being targeted by the Blue Dog Saint who is as terrifying as a mad dog of Holy Light. You deserve this misfortune!
By the way, who among the "people from the demon world" hanging around in Draenor nowadays doesn't know what the "moving sun" represents?
The tragic experiences of a series of legendary chiefs, including Gul'dan, Kilrogg Deadeye, Cho'gall, Teron'gor, old Dal Triple Bloodblade, and Grom Hellscream, who had just been burned to a single drop of blood, have taught the bravest and most cunning warlock the "truth."

If you haven't lived long enough, it's best not to appear in front of the sentinel!
Only these stupid fel elves with swords on their ears are so blind that they can't see the real God. When even your Destroyer Demigod has to temporarily avoid them, how can you, a mere legendary demon lord, act like a bitch?

Those orc warlocks who were enjoying the fun of talking foul and making weird laughter while running away rode their lame wolves to a safe area, and even took the time to look back at the exaggerated scene of a ball of blazing light "showing off its power" in the square in front of the holy land.

I don't know if it's because Diakum's beating made him strangely dependent on her, or if all the warlocks have a tendency to admire Ace.

In short, when they saw the powerful Sentinels striking down the arrogant Fel Elves who didn't regard them as human beings, these sinister guys actually felt a little secretly happy.
Should!
How dare you rush into our Draenor and commit such atrocities? I told you to sneak into the village quietly, without guns. Why don't we take the Auchindoun Sanctuary and run while they're unaware?
You had to make such a big scene, and now you've attracted the "Holy Light Butcher", right?
"These Fel Elves and Blight Druids are beyond saving!"

Griffin, the high-ranking warlock of the Shadow Council and the self-proclaimed "Shadow Lord," turned around with a sneer and said to his fellow dark-skinned prisoners dressed like Van:
"This time it wasn't our fault. We successfully opened the Demon Gate according to Gul'dan and Zuluhed's requirements. The Dragonmaw Clan also dropped the red plague seeds in advance. We have done everything we could!
It's all the fault of these arrogant and stupid elves who ruined everything themselves.

The last time the Slayer came here in person, he failed to capture this holy land. He had already told them to invite another more powerful and domineering demon demigod to come and have a chance of winning!

Haha, they just didn't listen! They always think their legion is invincible, so they deserve to die!

Ah, how can I accomplish the great cause of the Burning Legion with such insects? I am not saying anything, considering the despicable behavior of this stupid demon prince, I would definitely do a better job in his position than him! "

"Yeah, I can do that too!"

"The stupid devil deserves to die!"

A group of warlocks suddenly became noisy. They ran along the ridge of Talador with gloating laughter, intending to hide in the ogre bandit territory in the mountains first.

But to be honest, if you want to run away, just run away honestly. Why do you have to stop and mock your incompetent companions?
Isn't it asking for trouble to waste precious time?
As expected, before they could even dash out of the edge of the holy land in a disgraceful manner, with a strange whistling sound, the Yangyan Crowmen descended from the sky and grabbed a few unlucky souls in a signature "death drop" and flew into the sky screaming.

This scene scared the "Shadow Lord" to death. He ran away, but after a few seconds he saw a familiar figure jumping out from the shadow in front of him.

"Garona! What the hell is your father doing here?"

High Warlock Griever was in despair.

As a loyal subordinate of Gul'dan, no one knew better than him how dangerous the Halfrostn in front of him was. When he saw Garona appear in a Draenei-style assassin armor, he knew that after Cho'dan had his artifact bullied away by the dog saint, the warlocks' beloved Master Gul'dan had also suffered the tragic fate of being bullied, and the Shadow Council had completely lost the sharpest sword in their hands.

What the hell!

There are cows!
Is this dog saint the reincarnation of a minotaur? Why hasn't the pure love warrior Bull Hunter appeared yet? Save him!
The Shadow Lord, sensing something was wrong, shouted:

"I don't want to get involved in this mess between you and Gul'dan! Give me a chance, I'll escape and quit the Shadow Council! Damn it! I helped you when you were being tortured, and I even spoke up for you. You have to have a conscience!

You're a partner in justice now, right?
You can't be as unethical as us shameless warlocks! Righteous Garona must act according to her conscience now! So, you have to let me go! "

"well said!"

Garona swung the Raven Wing Blade in her hand.

She didn't need the dangerous Kingslayer to deal with a guy like this, and she had been training with Grandpa Saint's new recruits recently and wanted to test her close combat assault skills.

She spun the dangerous wing blade in her hand and said to the Shadow Lord before her:
"It is my terrible elder's job to pardon you, and my job is to take you to see him. Since you did say a few words for me in the past, I will just cut off one of your hands. Of course, you can also choose to surrender.
My terrible grandfather asked me to capture some people alive, but I won’t offend him for you.”

"boom"

A shadow arrow as big as a coal ball hit Garona's chest, but most of the impact was absorbed by the Sethe scales hidden under her armor. The assassin shook her body and appeared behind the warlock with superb shadow steps.

Amid the sound of the wing blades spinning at high speed, she said:

"You were the first to strike! As a righteous person, I can fight back! So, you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"

"what!"

The shrill screams echoed far away, causing Maraad, who was tying up the captives, to look back. He then looked at the warlock apprentices at his feet who were rolling their eyes and babbling nonsense. He raised his head helplessly and said to Eredas who was reciting scriptures beside him:

"Can you be gentler next time? I don't want to bring back a few frightened captives every time. I can't even interrogate them. Are all you Shadow Priests so vicious?"

"According to the Vigilantes, this is called 'necessary punishment' rather than vicious torture. After all, I didn't tear their minds apart. I was simply angry because I saw the plague infecting my people and causing them to suffer!"

Eredas flipped the tome in his hand, waved his hand, and cast a Power Word of Fortitude on Maraad. In the echoing of the brilliant fragments of light, he whispered:
“I originally thought that the minds of evil people who could commit such genocidal evil should be colder and more resilient, but the facts prove that in the explosion and whipping of their hearts due to fear, they are far less resilient than the good people.

There is nothing brave about being evil!
Only those who are kind can be brave!
Oh, may the Light forgive these cowardly and vicious souls."

"Eridas! Stop chanting and come here!"

As the two brothers were talking, Yrel's scream came from afar:

"That 'dragon' is haunting me! Nobundo is not by my side, and I'm powerless against its breath without ranged attacks. Hurry and use your vicious and dark mind spells to help! Shoot that damn dragon down from the sky and break its wings that splatter fel energy!

I'll use its hideous skull to honor our disturbed ancestors! And I'll also get us some cool dragon bones to decorate our armor.

Oh, Holy Light! Witness the piety of K'ure's Hand! "

"She's getting more violent, isn't she?"

Maraad grabbed the jeweled hammer and went to support, saying to Eredas:
"She's becoming more and more like a Sentinel, not only in her fighting style, but also in the fiery power of her punishment."

"Yrel is your vice-captain. If she ends up becoming the second 'Holy Light Butcher', it only means that you haven't led her on the right path."

Eredars is worthy of being a shadow priest, and he touches people's hearts as soon as he opens his mouth.

As he called upon the Shadow Corruption, preparing to cast a spell amidst the vision of midnight ravens surrounding him brought about by Anzu's midnight blessing, he warned Maraad:
"Yrel has a very extreme side to her personality. Her recent increasing fanaticism is a bad sign. Sentinels shoulder heavy responsibilities and have no time to constantly consider the changes in their apprentices. You will have to shoulder the responsibility of guiding them.

Just as Brigadier General Maldran guided the once-shattered Vigilante back to the Light, you can also guide Yrel to a more correct moral path."

"As for me, I am no match for her now."

Maraad sighed and said:
"Her talent, blessed by the Holy Light, is terrifying, but you are right. I am the captain of the first company of new recruits of the Hand of Argus, appointed by the Vigilant himself! I have my responsibilities!"

"boom"

The blinding white flame exploded like a heavy bomb in the "spore contaminated area" near the Holy Land of Auchindoun, and the scorching glow like a shock ring swept across the surrounding fel elves and those lower-level demons.

When Maraad and Eredas looked back, they clearly saw the demon guards who turned around and fled being "swallowed" by the surging white flames.

The surging solar storms were like the most ferocious hunters, sweeping through them, leaving even the smallest demons with a single body intact was a luxury. Even more terrifying, the demons purified by the Vigilants had no chance of returning to the Twisting Nether to resurrect, so the ash-bursting scene before them resembled a demonic execution ground.

The two Draenei even witnessed several high-ranking demon commanders fighting each other before the arrival of the Light Flame. They viciously stabbed each other's hearts and heads with their weapons, and both fell to the ground with smiles of relief on their faces.

This scene is so fucking cult!
But the two knew that this was the upper demons who chose to kill themselves in order to avoid being purified by the Vigilants and ending up with no remains left.

Even though the demons think that committing suicide and running away is a cowardly and shameful thing, and running back will definitely be talked about by fellow demons for thousands of years, compared with being crushed to ashes and having one's soul destroyed, committing suicide and running back to the Twisting Nether has become one of the "options" when facing the Sentinels.

It is not easy for them to grow into high-level demons in the endless fighting in the twisting void. No one wants to die in this marginal world in a confused manner.

"That demon prince is finished!"

The shadow priest drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest and whispered:
"He ran into the Vigilante's murderous intent, but it deserved it."

"Let's end the battle here as soon as possible."

Maraad stared at the fel dragon in the sky being attacked by the arakkoa from a distance.

That terrifying creature was much larger than all the aerial creatures currently in Draenor. The most ferocious two-headed dragon lord was nothing more than prey that could be torn apart easily in front of this true "dragon".

But the terrifying demonized four-legged lizard alone was not enough to scare the new recruits of the Hand of Argus. Granduncle spread his wings, surrounded by the blazing holy light, and said:
"The suffering people of Shattrath are the problem that must be dealt with immediately. We don't have much time to waste fighting the demons. Eredar, strike it down! This giant lizard has no right to run rampant on this land of holy light!"

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"What kind of monster are you?! Ah! Don't come near me! For the love of the Dark Titan, don't come near me!"

The Demon Prince lay on the scorched land of sacrifice and crawled with difficulty. He could no longer feel his legs. Perhaps in the terrifying blow of the seven consecutive solar storms just now, his legs blessed by fel energy had been melted.

But it knew very well that the terrifying holy light explosion just now should have burned it to death, just like it burned to death those lower-level demons who fled in fear.

It survived not because of how powerful it was, but simply because the terrifying holy light giant in front of it needed it to survive.

But this is not because the Demon Prince is not strong enough.

As a demon lord promoted by the Polluter himself, he is born into the upper elves and has the talent of a spellcaster. He is extremely proficient in using fel spells. Moreover, as one of the chosen ones of the Polluter, his use of demonic plagues and curses is also the best among his compatriots. He can use many methods to easily melt the weak flesh and corrode the spirit.

However, no matter which kind of infection his magic plague was, it had no effect on the Draenei saint in front of him, as if he, a legendary being, possessed the vitality and exaggerated resistance of a demigod.

The fel magic and sulfur fire that he was good at could not hurt him at all.

The holy light shield that this guy casually erected required one to release all his evil energy to break it, and the holy flame he casually spread could cause fatal burns every time it spread.

This is not a weak Draenei!

This was clearly a "tyrant" created by the Holy Light Force, specifically to slaughter demons! Almost all of this blue-skinned guy's skill points were spent on targeting demons.

Horse riding!
This battle was so frustrating!
"I am not a monster. I am merely a messenger sent by the Holy Light, who witnessed the tragedy of the worlds. You, Highborne, are the real monster!"

Diakum carried the burning Ashbringer and walked on the scorching earth covered with demonic ashes. With every step he took in front of him, the Demon Prince in front of him struggled to retreat.

But Diak'm's unique Thalassian accent with Suramar made the Demon Prince's eyes widen. It said:
"How come you, a barbarian from the Holy Light, know our language? Who have you met before?"

"A demon hunter from the Illidari. Well, from the horrified expression on your face, I know that Illidan the Star Hunter and his brutal hunting pack are your worst nightmare.

Don't worry, elf!

I will definitely hand you over to Arantien.

I believe that the Demon Hunter will use dark methods that a warrior of light like me cannot imagine to dig out the last trace of secrets in your mind. Only after you have been squeezed dry of all your value will she mercifully allow you to die."

Diak'um stuck the scorching Ashbringer into the ground and reached out to take off his helmet. In the center of the Archon of Light's sigil, the Seal of the Eredar Leader flickered like a flame. The Seal of Command that once belonged to Kil'jaeden, after being inherited by Diak'um, seemed to bring a hint of steel-like cold majesty to the Sentinel.

He stared at the frightened Fel Elf before him. To prevent it from escaping by suicide, Diakum raised his hand and bound it in place with a scorching chain of holy light. He said:

"I'm short on time and not in a good mood, so I'll ask you a question and keep it short. Did Azshara die in Azeroth's War of the Ancients?"

"You also know 'Light of Light'?"

The demon prince Perotharn was startled.

But when it saw the indifferent look in the Vigilant's eyes, it was startled. In order to avoid being tortured, it immediately replied within the relatively flexible moral bottom line commonly possessed by the upper elves:
"No! When I left Azeroth, I saw with my own eyes the Lord of Eldre'Thalas, the powerful magical prince Tolsedrin the Loyalist, rush into the earth-shattered palace and escape from the desperate situation with the seriously injured Queen on his back.

They are supported by the wise Grand Magister Elisande, and protected by the Queen's powerful captain of the guard, the elven hero Varothen, who bears his sword.

They vanished in a flash of teleportation into the crumbling Zin-Azshari.

Probably went to Suramar!
There is a Titan artifact collected by the Queen, which can protect the city from the impact of the earth's shattering, and can also keep the seriously injured Azshara alive.

The Defiler has been gathering information about Azeroth for years, and as far as we know, Azshara hasn't been seen in ten thousand years, but she's believed to still be alive, slumbering within the stagnant Golden Throne of Time deep within the Shadowwell in Suramar.

"Huh? A golden throne? And time stopped for ten thousand years? Azshara is getting better now, and she's even sitting on the same golden toilet as the yellow-skinned one, but does she deserve it?"

Diakum listened to the Demon Prince's description with an expressionless face, his heart churning like a raging sea.

My guess was confirmed.

Huntmaster Arantion followed Illidan out of Azeroth after the War of the Ancients. She is not very clear about the current situation of her hometown, but the information provided by this demon prince proves the terrible turn of fate.

Then the vigilant asked again:

"So, who survived the War of the Ancients?"

"Too many people died, but many survived."

The Demon Prince didn't know why this Draenei saint was so interested in Azeroth. He knew that if he didn't want to suffer, he'd better answer honestly.

It had witnessed with its own eyes what happened to the demons purified by the Sentinels. Compared to becoming a handful of ashes, it would rather fall into the hands of Arantin. At least it could live a little longer in the hands of that vicious demon hunter.

It endured the burning of the holy flame and whispered:
"In the great battle of Zin Azshara, Thal'kiel the Shaper persuaded the Nightmare Tyrant Eranikus to join the Legion. The guardian dragons were attacked from all sides and unfortunately encountered the inexplicable rebellion of the Black Dragon King!
Those poor lizards were unable to hold their line, and Lord Sargeras was only one step away from the portal. In order to survive, those vile Kaldorei resorted to terrible forbidden magic.

Tyrande Windwhisperer, that madwoman, volunteered to be sacrificed. That hypocritical little bitch was transformed into a horrible creature under the blessing of the false god Elune.
Haha, compared to the terrifying Moonlight God of War in my memory, you are just a bug that can be easily strangled to death.

But the proud Azshara rejected the Shaper's invitation, so under the cruel guidance of the Great Demon, the Moonlight War God rushed into the palace without distinguishing friend from foe. In the battle between the two sides, no one could stop the coming of the true God.

The Legion should have won then!

But damn Star Soul
Yes, the star soul of Azeroth has taken action!
He promoted the Stormrage brothers and asked them to protect the legendary figures such as Raven King Ravencrest, Farondis the Betrayer, and Blue Moon the Moon, as well as the Wilderness Army, which was furious because of the loss of their masters, and marched into the vicinity of the Well of Eternity.

And the outrageous deer-horned bull Hurn Highmountain also received the blessing of the Star Soul. It miraculously blocked the number one general under the Conqueror Kil'jaeden, 'The Destroyer' Mannoroth, by itself.

Ah, what a mess!

The dragons' damned artifact was eventually thrown into the Well of Eternity. The world's holy relic exploded, the Dark Titan was expelled, but the entire world was shattered.

Haha, can such a tragic sacrifice really be called a victory?
Especially in the desperate situation when the earth was collapsing, the venerable Lord Cenarius had been accidentally injured by the Moonlight God. He was very weak, but in order to protect us from being torn apart and destroyed, he made a noble sacrifice!

All the elves in Zin-Azshari survived because of Lord Cenarius' sacrifice.

The Great Savior took over the name of 'The Polluter', and of course we volunteered to follow it and join the Legion.

Oh, the world has abandoned us, even Azshara has abandoned us!

Only the Fel opens its arms to us!"

"Well, that does sound tragic."

Diakum narrowed his eyes and asked:
"So, what about Xavius?

I guess that powerful upper elf and great noble also committed shameless betrayal in that distorted fate.

After all, betrayal is the poison flowing in Xavius's veins. Betrayal has become his instinct. Even if his head is chopped off and only his body remains, that body will still choose to betray when the time comes, right? "

"Huh, you, a barbarian, are surprisingly sharp-tongued and sharp-witted. Indeed, that bastard Xavius betrayed us in a desperate situation."

The Demon Prince cursed:
“He had accepted the blessing of the fel energy and became a powerful Satyr Progenitor, but he chose to flee when the Legion needed them. But don’t worry, fate has bestowed upon him the most tragic fate.

I heard that he was twisted into some kind of dark snake-like monster in the Big Bang because of his greed for the Eternal Well Water. He and his shameless servants could only hide in the sunless sea, serving their hateful void master.

Wait until Legion returns to Azeroth
Humph, first catch that bastard and burn him to death!"

Diakum nodded, fully agreeing with the demon prince's proposal to execute Xavius.

After a moment's thought, he asked:

"So, who is currently presiding over the Kingdom of the Moon Goddess on Azeroth? Have the Highborne and Kaldorei split after the war? Are the people of the wilds who lost their masters safe now? Most importantly, how many demigods were corrupted during the War of the Ancients?"

"Why do you care so much about Azeroth? You barbarian, you will never get close to that powerful and mysterious place in your lifetime! Your fate is to stay quietly on this border world and wait for the Legion to send you to the sky one by one!
Maybe you'll have some time to write a suicide note or something before then."

The Demon Prince finally asked the question in his heart.

Its curiosity overwhelmed its fear of death at this moment. It looked Diakum up and down and said:

"I have captured and slain many ancient Eredar like you, but I have never seen those so-called 'prophets' know this much about Azeroth."

"Just tell the truth."

The vigilant said coldly:

"I'll make sure you die quickly."

"Hmph, I would only suffer more if I fell into the hands of that crazy woman Arantien. But look, Vigilant, I have information that may interest you."

The Demon Prince rolled his green eyes, keenly grasping the room for bargaining, and said:
"I see that you are different from those garrison officers who have only muscles for brains. You look like a reasonable and good person, so let's make a deal. I will tell you everything you want to know, and you let me go.
I swear!
I swear on the blackened hooves of the Defiler! I will never come to your damned barbaric world again.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Diakum said seriously:

"After you tell me the news that interests me, I promise not to purify you with the Holy Light. I swear on my morality! The excommunication of the Holy Light will not fall upon you today."

"Okay, I believe in the promises of the Holy Light believers. Your stubborn and rigid reputation is unmatched throughout the entire galaxy."

The demon prince Perosain chuckled and whispered:

"According to reports from the Legion's spies in Azeroth, the one currently ruling the Kaldorei Kingdom is Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, the Emerald Heart, and his Cenarion Order. His supporters are the Sisterhood of Elune and the Sentinel Legion, led by his adopted daughter, General Shandris Feathermoon, the Starseeker.

However, they are all believers and cannot do governance work.

Therefore, the true leader of the Moon God Kingdom is the former Lord of Black Crow Hold, the great man of the War of the Ancients, 'Black Crow King' Kurtalos Ravencrest.

There are two capitals of the night elves.

The religious capital is Mount Hyjal, but the administrative capital is the city of Eldre'Thalas in the Feralas wilderness.

In this way, they governed the continent of Kalimdor, which was born after the Great Sundering.

As for those traitors of the Highborne
Haha, you guessed right. They are unable to escape the temptation of arcane and cannot see eye to eye with the Kaldorei. The difference in the use of magic between the two sides alone is enough to make them fight to the point of losing their brains.

Even with the mediation of the Black Crow King, the two sides eventually parted ways thousands of years ago!

The agile Dath'Remar Sunstrider became the new leader of the Highborne. He took the 'betrayer' Farondis and the elves of Nar'thalas who were loyal to him across the ocean to another continent.

But because Azshara is still alive, they dare not overstep their bounds openly.

I heard that they called themselves "High Elves" in another continent, and joined forces with a group of pathetic lower-level creatures to defeat the shameless Amani trolls and stabilize their new home.

The capital of the Highborne, Suramar, is currently the most closed to news.

We only know that the loyal Prince Tortheldrin and Grand Magister Elisande are jointly ruling, but the brave General Varo'then is always leading the Highborne warriors to conquer the Broken Isles, and they are also trying to maintain the pitiful glory of the Elf Queen in the new world.

Having said this, the Demon Prince paused.

It glanced at the Vigilant, feeling that this Holy Light Walker was thinking of something dangerous, but it had no evidence and could only continue:

"As for those wilderness clans.
They will naturally decline after losing their master, but to be honest, although I also hate Malfurion Stormrage's rebellion, he is indeed a kind man. He and the Cenarion Order took good care of the boar people, and even helped those beastmen build a city and port called 'Razor Keep' on the red land of Kalimdor.

The bears did not lose their masters, they lived well, and their civilization flourished.

Many other wilderness demigods have fallen, but they are all sleeping in the Emerald Dream. The most miserable ones are the trolls who deserve extinction.
The War of the Ancients divided their empire, and their Loa gods also participated in the war against demons under the guidance of the Star Soul. Therefore, they also shared the glory after the war and were allowed by the power of the Star Soul to build shrines all over the world to collect faith.

Even the elves are not allowed to interfere with their growth.

Although the Troll Empire is gone, the legacy of the Zandalari trolls remains, and the Loa look after them.

I have no interest in trolls. I wish they would all die. When the Legion enters Azeroth, the first thing I will do is capture those savage guys and burn them all to death, and then hold a huge 'blood and flesh festival' for their Loa gods!
Haha, that really makes me happy.

Well, that's all I know. Now fulfill your oath and let me go!"

"Ok."

Diakum stepped forward and placed his hand on the Demon Prince's forehead.

He dispersed the Holy Light's restraints as promised, but as Perosaan watched in horror, the Sentinel's left hand, which was pressing on its head, was covered with a layer of shadow, and even the faint whisper of the Void echoed.

The demon prince's face was filled with fear. He could clearly feel a cold energy like a tongue surrounding his neck.

The Vigilant looked at the Demon Prince.

Say:
"The Holy Light, as promised, will neither punish you nor purify you. So, you now have two choices. Either you go to Arantien obediently, or I ask the Void to send you 'back to your happy home'!"

"You! You don't keep your word!"

"Credit is for civilized people, but you are a demon with the blood of the Eredar on your hands. My Light and my mind are in agreement in my treatment of you. I made a promise, and I kept it.
Now it's your turn.

Take your pick. "

(End of this chapter)