You two like to laugh so much, so your luck will not be bad.

Anyway, come with me.

I can let you two ride me."

Under Old Garni's temptation, Little Xingxing was the first to take the bait. Fenna was a little tired and wanted to take a rest, but she was dragged along by Little Xingxing. The two of them rode Old Garni and quickly disappeared into the dark forest.

The most dangerous twisted freak in this jungle, Sirik, is almost dead. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to seek death from the blood trolls, this place will be safe now.

"You should also find a place to rest."

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth and watched Old Garni take the two girls away. He turned back to Maiev and said:

"I will take the initiative to find you. Before I go to find you, don't run around or get close to Odile."

"What are you going to do again?"

Maiev asked, but got a roll of the eyes from Blake. He blew out a smoke ring and said:

"What did you promise me before? Have you forgotten again?"

This sentence reminded the warden of what Black had said to her in the Temple of Akunda before. She pursed her lips, and in the end did not ask again, but turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

When the last ray of moonlight dimmed, Blake walked up to Sirik, who was "really lying there waiting to die". He looked at the closed eyes of the big bat in front of him and the horrific blood hole that he had poked out.

The pirate flicked the ash from his cigarette and whispered:

"Want to live? Sirik, I mean, go to the world of the dead as a soul, and live as a miserable prisoner on trial.

Every day you have to endure the judgment and guidance of your accusers over and over again for your past sins, and you have to pay your precious inner energy as the price of atonement every day.

I guarantee you, that is definitely the most painful way to live your life imaginable.

But at least...

You can still escape this corrosion and continue to live!

I think there is hope as long as you are alive, especially for a Loa like you who has enjoyed glory, are you really willing to accept the sad ending of being forgotten by everyone?"

Black held his pipe in his mouth, caressing and rotating the Seal of the King of Pain on his finger. In the floating wisps of blood-colored light, he said to Sirik:

“Even after you have endured enough suffering and judgment, one day you can receive unexpected ‘salvation’.

I cannot guarantee you that you will be able to leave the world of death in the future and return to Azeroth like those lucky Loa. But I can guarantee that as long as I have the opportunity, I will do my best to help you return to the material world.

It's a good deal, right?"

"you..."

The dying Sirik opened his eyes slightly, looked at Black holding a pipe in front of him, and said painfully:

"The evil on your face can't be hidden from anyone. You have not concealed your use of me. You are like a piece of discarded garbage. Before being thrown away, you have to squeeze out the last value of me.

Haha, there is indeed a reason why you and old Gani have such a good relationship.

but I...

There is no other option.

I don’t want to die!”

The big bat struggled with its last strength. It looked hatefully into the darkest direction of the jungle and roared:

"I am unwilling...I don't want to be forgotten...I am the Lord of Night! The God of Night...I..."

"Save your strength and stop howling."

The pirate kicked Sirik's wound with a vicious sound, and he said in a deep voice:

"You just need to tell me whether you are willing to accept this deal! The last hope you, a desperate wretch, can get, only I can give you."

"What do you want me to do?"

Sirik spat out a mouthful of contaminated blood, and asked weakly.

The pirate looked up at the moon and whispered:

"I need you not to do anything, to obey my instructions honestly, to go to that country dominated by sin, and to atone for your sins honestly.

I just need to use you as an experiment. If the Winter Queen can send evil spirits into the material world, then other Eternals must also be able to do it.

I just want to use your journey after death to see if the emperor's love for me is enough to help me open that door, and if he values ​​me enough to let him challenge the rules of life and death for me."

"Do nothing?"

Sirik made a confused sound.

But the pirate did not give it a chance to ask again. Instead, he turned over the Seal of the King of Pain on his finger and placed his hand with the seal on Sirik's charred head.

"You can't understand, right? It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand this. It's too painful for a dying person to have to think hard.

Relax..."

At this moment, he was like a priest on the verge of death, saying to the bat Loa in front of him:

"Then, come on, express your determination to atone for your sins and confess your sins to me. You still have enough time to say those things before you die...

Be sincere.

Only with enough sincerity can your atonement be conveyed across the world to Revendreth!"

The pirate looked at the dying Sirik, who took off his pipe in the dark, and said:

"Speak, sinful soul, I am listening."

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Ten minutes later, the flames soaring into the sky completely lit up the dark jungle of Nazmir.

Although the summoned elemental flames are not as pure and purifying as the fire of Savras, for Sirik who actively seeks death, such flames are enough to burn his corrupted body.

First purified by the moonlight, and then burned by the elemental flames, the corruption brought by Sirik finally came to an end under the double guarantee.

On a hill not far from here, Maiev, wearing a Warden armor and holding the helmet in her hands, stared at the rising flames. Tonight's purification made the warden who had been quite confused recently I feel like I have regained my sense of mission as the chosen one of the Moon Goddess.

To be honest, although she was tired from hosting the purification tonight, she was in a good mood.

"What are you looking at?"

Black's voice sounded behind Maiev, and the warden said without looking back:

"I want to purify the corruption caused by G'huun. This is what the moon god wants to see, and it is also my mission and responsibility."

"Well, it's a very good ideal, keep sticking to it."

The pirate laughed, full of sarcasm.

But he was such a nasty guy, and Maiev didn't care, until the next second, her hand was pulled up by Blake.

The pirate took off Ms. Warden's gauntlet, glanced at Maiev, and put the Seal of the King of Pain in his hand on the ring finger of Maiev's right hand.

Against the backdrop of distant flames, he said to Maiev:

"Wear it at all times, don't take it off, you hear me?"

"This...isn't this the token you use to contact the great emperor?"

Maiev frowned and said:

"I'm carrying it but I can't use it. It's already bound to your soul."

"Precisely because it is bound to my soul, I can still communicate with the Emperor even if I don't wear it. In this way, magical items driven by heart energy do not have to be in my hands to be effective.

As for the increase in combat power it brings to me, I no longer need it."

Blake held Maiev's left hand in his hand and said:

"But it means a lot to you."

"Maybe we may be separated for a short time in the future, but as long as you keep wearing it, I can find you. If you are forced to walk alone in the dark wilderness, don't be afraid, but move forward bravely.

Just remember that I will find you.

I will go to the past in the future to complete my encounter with you, and then I will return to the future to look for your footsteps.

No matter how much time it takes.

No matter what the cost.”

The whispers in the dark night were full of affection, making Ms. Warden's heart tremble. The man in front of her seemed to completely overlap with him in her memory.

The impulse that came from the bottom of her heart made Maiev bite her lip.

She whispered:

"According to your human customs, wearing such a ring...is this a proposal?"

"No."

Black held Maiev in his arms, and her head was buried in his shoulder. He looked at the dark night reflected by the firelight in front of him, and in the bloody wind of Nazmir, he whispered:

"The act of proposing represents the starting point of a beautiful and happy life, but it doesn't belong to us yet. I know that saying such things in this situation will make me look like a scumbag, but...

You, Sephiel, and Xal'atath, our happiness lies in the future.
Chapter completed!