It means that it will instantly bring almost unlimited morale, making the soldiers who were originally fleeing in panic stop and have the thought "we can win" in their hearts.
Some even began to think that Thrall had received a blessing from the orc god Gruumsh or the storm god Talos.
How else could a warrior cause such a shocking storm that even the mighty dragons could not continue to fly and fight in such bad weather?
At this moment, Thrall was standing on the dragon's corpse, allowing madness and torrential rain to hit him. He was like a god of war descending to earth, full of domineering aura that could not be described in words, as if all this existed just to highlight his power.
admiration!
respect!
worship!
Thousands of orcs kept shouting the name of "Dragon Slayer" like crazy, as if they wanted to vent all the frustration and anger they had just felt at being chased by dragon riders and aerial gunboats.
After seeing this scene, the rest of the monsters also gathered together, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining a certain degree of organization and combat effectiveness.
Especially Obould Many-Arrows, who unceremoniously annexed several tribes of orcs and half-orcs whose chiefs had died under his own command in the name of the leader of the Dragon Slayer tribe. The look in his eyes when he looked at Thrall was full of ecstasy and undisguised ambition.
Because he knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, this incredibly powerful young orc warrior would become a legend, and his name alone would be enough to make countless tribes bow down to him.
All he needs to do is make good use of this, and establishing an orc kingdom of his own will be just around the corner.
Right now, Obould Many-Arrows' mind was full of thoughts on how to win over Thrall, and which of his daughters was the most beautiful and most suitable for the other party's taste. If that didn't work, he could just send a few more at once.
After all, in the orcs' concept, women are nothing more than men's accessories and part of their property.
The only role is to do the laundry and cooking to satisfy the latter's desires, to conceive and give birth to healthy warriors, and to provide some treatment and other services.
Even the goddess Rusike, who is known as the mother of orcs, teaches orc women that they must submit to men and are not even allowed to touch or use any weapons.
Therefore, many orc chiefs would use the method of sending their daughters to win over the strongest warriors in the tribe. If necessary, it is not impossible to send the daughter's mother as well.
Anyway, they don't have the ethical and moral concepts of the civilized world, and they don't even have concepts like husband and wife, partners, and marriage.
Men have absolutely no feelings for women, they just possess and dominate them like animals.
Strong men can have several, dozens or even hundreds of women at the same time, have relationships with them and produce a large number of offspring to continue their bloodline.
When he began to get tired of some of them, he would give them and his daughters as rewards to the warriors under his command.
Although Obould Manyarrows had few women, at least in the eyes of the orcs, and he had only eight sons approaching adulthood, he had many daughters.
There are not only pure-blooded orcs, but also mixed-bloods such as humans, elves, ogres, and hill giants.
Of course, the latter are basically born with war, prisoners and rape.
On weekdays, Leobold Manyarrows didn't care about the lives of these daughters, and was too lazy to count their numbers. Some of them he had never seen since they were born.
But now, they can finally be put to use.
Just as the orc chieftain was looking forward to a bright future with a burning heart, a giant dragon covered in red flames suddenly appeared on the deck of a gunboat in the distant sky. It looked almost twice as big as the other dragon knights' mounts.
Although it was raining heavily under the raging storm, not a single drop of rain could fall on the dragon's scales that were as hot as lava.
To be precise, the rain had already been evaporated into water vapor by the terrifyingly high temperature before it had a chance to get close, and from a distance it looked like it was shrouded in white mist.
Faintly, through the white fog, you can see a figure wearing pure black full body plate armor on the dragon's back.
The flaming dragon spread its wings and leaped, swooping down directly from the flight deck of the aerial gunship.
Because the speed is too fast and all liquid water will evaporate into gas, it leaves a striking white line in the sky along the way, and it itself looks as spectacular as the shock wave formed by breaking the sound barrier.
boom!!!!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the diving flaming dragon.
But unfortunately, when the lightning struck, an invisible light curtain absorbed all the destructive force. It was obviously a protective spell like [Protection from Energy Damage] and [Energy Immunity] that was at work.
However, this result did not surprise Sal too much.
It would be strange if they dared to attack in such a terrible storm without any preparation.
You know, even among the giant dragons with blue dragon bloodlines that are completely immune to lightning damage, few dare to continue flying in the pouring rain.
Because maybe they are not afraid of lightning, but they cannot ignore the power of super tornadoes.
If you are accidentally attracted there, you will be injured even if you don't die.
What's more, even if the dragon can withstand it, the knight on its back cannot and will definitely be thrown off and smashed into a meat paste.
In just a few seconds, the giant flaming dragon covered in white vapor descended hundreds of meters and was very close to the ground.
The monsters below and the residents of Leicester Port could even clearly see the faint glow of fire emerging from the white mist, as well as the hideous and terrifying huge head.
Just when everyone thought that he would spit out hot dragon breath to burn everything in front of him, the dragon suddenly came to an emergency stop and flapped its wings and landed steadily on the muddy ground.
Chi chi chi chi——
The high temperature and heat wave instantly vaporized the accumulated water on the ground, and even the mud that was like paste hardened and cracked in an instant. The trees, weeds and roots began to burn violently and quickly turned into ashes.
The high-temperature steam in the surrounding environment even severely burned the skin and respiratory system of the dozen orcs closest to them, causing them to fall to the ground and howl in pain.
The dragon terrifying's might made the monster army, which was in an excited state just now, become silent in an instant.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, a figure wearing hideous black plate armor stepped on the dragon's head and jumped down. His heavy boots left two deep footprints on the ground with a thud.
When she walked out of the area covered by the white steam, the monsters finally saw clearly that it was a woman.
To be exact, she is a beautiful half-elf with long brown hair that is slightly reddish and slightly pointy ears.
The exquisite carvings and patterns on the armor, as well as the huge dark red gem on the chest, all exude a deep and evil aura.
The two-handed giant sword on his back was like the giant dragon behind him, constantly spewing out bright and dazzling flames, and the rain evaporated into white water vapor before it could even fall.
A woman?!
All the monsters present showed expressions of shock and disbelief at the same time.
In stark contrast to them, the residents of Leicester Port began to cheer loudly as if they had seen a savior.
"Damn it! I remember now! She... She is Erebeth de Timalande! Lord Nasir's deputy and the second most important person in Neverwinter."
An ogre magician was the first to recognize the other party's identity, and his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and fear.
"Erebeth? Isn't she a paladin of Tyr, the god of justice? Why is her alignment aura red, which symbolizes evil?"
Another gnoll priest wearing Yeenoghu widened his eyes in surprise.
After all, there is no tribe in the Neverwinter Forest that has not heard of the name "Erebeth de Timalande".
Those who tend to be good will see it as a benevolent protector, while those who tend to be evil will see it as the biggest threat and obstacle.
Over the years, countless monsters, bandits, and beasts that invaded villages and towns have died at her hands, including a team of red-robed wizards from Cyre.
But now, this former holy warrior has become something completely different.
Whether it was the hideous skull on the black armor, the pair of eyes flashing with malice, or the crimson camp light, all pointed to a terrible outcome.
Depravity!
And it's not just ordinary corruption, but he has also gained the favor of a powerful evil being.
While the ogre mage and the gnoll priest were talking, Erebeth had already arrived in front of Thrall and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. After a full minute, he pursed his lips and smiled and commented: "You are really good to be able to kill an imperial dragon knight and his mount, and summon a storm of this magnitude."
"Are you here to avenge your men, ma'am?"
Sal undoubtedly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party, and his face suddenly became extremely serious.
"revenge?"
Eribes glanced at the dragon rider and the dragon's corpse and laughed contemptuously.
"No, of course not.
I'm not interested in doing something so boring.
What's more, this is war. Killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy is a common occurrence and there is nothing to complain about.
I just want an opponent who is strong enough to test my current strength, that's all."
"So you chose me?"
Thrall subconsciously tightened his grip on the Hammer of Destruction.
It is not difficult to judge from the conversation between the two that neither of them knows each other's identity and that they are both serving the same master.
Eribes raised his chin slightly and smiled, "That's right! Because you are the only opponent worth fighting among these monsters.
As for the others, they are just a mob.
They are like ants and small insects on the ground. Whether they are alive or dead, they will not have any impact on the world. "
As the last word came out of his mouth, Eribes suddenly raised his hand and gestured to the flaming dragon behind him.
The next second...
The latter pounced directly at the nearest werewolf, opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a super-giant fireball with a diameter of more than 30 meters.
The moment it expanded and exploded, hundreds of gnolls were instantly swallowed up by the horrific high temperature. They didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to ashes.
When the dazzling flames gradually faded, the soil and rocks on the ground showed obvious signs of melting.
The rain will evaporate immediately when it hits it, and form a thick fog around it.
The flaming dragon used the fog to block the view as a cover, and rushed in at lightning speed to kill indiscriminately, clearing the entire area in a short while.
Hearing the terrified and desperate shouts coming from afar, the corners of Eribes' mouth rose noticeably. He drew out the Hellfire Two-handed Greatsword with an enchantment level +5 behind him and invited him in an irresistible tone: "Come on, let me see what you can do. If you can't satisfy me, don't even think about leaving alive."
Before he finished speaking!
The huge gem on her chest suddenly spewed out the sinful fire from the hell of Baator, wrapping her whole body, and then rushed forward and started to chop her with great force.
Clang! The sharp sword blade fiercely left its own mark on the scarred Hammer of Destruction.
The flying sparks made Thrall feel the astonishing heat, as well as the unspeakable evil and filth in the flames.
As a shaman, communicating with the elements and borrowing their power is as easy for him as breathing.
But the foul hellfire before him was nothing like ordinary elemental flame. It was more like an energy with a strong evil consciousness, and the flame was just its superficial manifestation.
After realizing this, Thrall immediately summoned the power of water elements to infuse his warhammer to resist the possible erosion of the filth.
Bang! With the gushing of the torrent, Eribes was instantly pushed out more than ten meters away, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Just as she was about to rush forward and launch an attack again, she suddenly felt a violent vibration from the ground beneath her feet.
Then a huge rock hand rose from the ground and grabbed the whole person tightly in its palm.
If it were an ordinary person, they would basically be powerless to do anything if they encountered this situation.
But Eribes suddenly urged the hellfire to burn fiercely, melting the rock hands that bound him into boiling magma.
The moment she landed, she immediately saw a war hammer flashing with lightning coming down towards her.
But this time she did not choose to take it head-on, but instead teleported a short distance to the back of her opponent and swung the giant sword at her legs.
As a gladiator champion, Thrall had experienced too many fierce battles, so after losing his target, he immediately realized how dangerous his situation was. He instantly used the power of the wind element to create a strong airflow to push himself, just enough to avoid the fatal attack from behind.
After completing the exchange of positions, he quickly landed on the ground, turned around, and stared at the dangerous woman a few steps away with full alert, breathing heavily.
In order not to affect his concentration, Thrall even gave up distractions to guide the storm.
This directly caused the dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and tornadoes that originally covered the entire area to gradually dissipate.
When the wind and rain subsided to a certain extent, even people from a long distance could observe Eribeth and Thrall fighting in the middle of the battlefield.
Even though they were all wearing armor and wielding heavy weapons, it looked like a contest of pure strength and martial arts.
But the result was just the opposite!
All kinds of powerful and strange magic and energy constantly collide in the air, erupting into brilliant flames, lightning, mist and magma.
Thrall's magical power comes from the elements. The four energies of fire, water, wind and earth are constantly changing in his hands.
The magical power of Eribes comes from the divine arts bestowed by Zuo Si and the hellfire filled with evil power.
Therefore, the battle scene gives people the illusion that two great wizards are fighting face to face.
But it is undeniable that in terms of visual impact, this is obviously much more exciting than a pure spell duel or warrior duel.
Especially after realizing that the Flame Dragon was no longer chasing them, Obould Manyarrows and other orcs quickly climbed up the slope, staring at this battle that was worthy of being recorded in history, afraid of missing any exciting moment.
After all, the professional level of most orc chieftains is around LV10, and the worse ones may not even reach LV7.
Obould Manyarrows himself is a LV5 barbarian and a LV4 warrior.
So he was very clear about how outrageous and exaggerated the fighting power displayed by Thrall was.
This is a height that only legends and even voters can reach.
He can even summon giant elementals and even elemental elders from the elemental plane to assist him.
But what made Obould Manyarrows feel even more incredible was that after his fall, Aribeth could actually compete with such a powerful orc warrior on equal terms, and often started with seventh-, eighth-, or even ninth-ring divine arts.
Various strengthening and healing magics can be cast on you for free.
"Chief...Chief, what should we do now?"
A strong orc warrior asked tremblingly.
The reason why he was so frightened was that just a few hours ago he had humiliated and educated the newcomer, Thrall, under the banner of "senior".
Whenever he thought back to his arrogant attitude at that time and Sal's cold and emotionless eyes, the water stain in the middle of his pants would expand.
Because this is basically equivalent to walking through the gates of hell.
Although the orc warrior didn't quite understand why such a powerful Thrall didn't kill him on the spot for being ignorant of his own life or death.
But what is certain is that from now on his status in the tribe will plummet.
Everyone will try to curry favor with the champion warrior by suppressing, bullying and insulting him.
"We can't do anything, just wait here for the result of the duel."
After saying this, Obould All-Arrows cautiously stared at the flaming dragon standing not far away, fearing that this deadly beast would attack again.
However, just when everyone's attention was attracted by the duel between Eribeth and Thrall, Deszel, who was hiding in the dark, finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Watching the fierce fight in the crystal ball, a smug expression appeared on his face, and he sneered and said sarcastically: “What a bunch of stupid idiots, they were fooled so easily.
You have great power, but you are still at my mercy.
They had no idea that the attack on Leicester Harbor was only intended to lure out Neverwinter's defenders.
My real purpose is to launch a surprise attack using the passages connecting the Neverwinter warehouse to the Underdark.
As long as the seal can be opened and the great creator race is released, the entire Neverwinter City will be destroyed in an instant.
Dear Matron, are you and your army ready?"
"Of course! My people will give that surface city a big surprise with the poisoned daggers."
A dark elf priestess grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Remember to bring all the summoned demons with you. I want Lord Nasir to witness the entire Neverwinter city being destroyed in fear and despair."
As he said this, Deszel turned his gaze towards the old man who was being tortured to death not far away.
Needless to say, this old man is the only legitimate lord of Neverwinter - Nasir.
He struggled to raise his head and stared at Deszel, roaring with all his strength: "You are dreaming! Neverwinter will not be destroyed by a damn traitor like you!"
"Haha, I advise you to save your energy.
Otherwise, it would be a shame if he died before Neverwinter was destroyed.
Moreover, do you know why Eribes never sent anyone to rescue you after such a long time? Because she had already surrendered to the Empire and offered herself and Neverwinter to Soth.
Today, Neverwinter is filled with bureaucrats and troops from the Empire.
As soon as you die, Erebus will immediately and naturally sit on the throne of lord and completely destroy the independence you are trying to preserve.
So even if I fail, the Neverwinter you are familiar with will no longer exist."
Deszel walked straight up, picked up the whip on the table, raised it high above his head, and started whipping Lord Nasir hard until he fainted completely.
Following that, he cast a healing spell on him in a very cruel way, and then sprinkled salt water on the wound that had not yet fully healed.
“Ah ...
The intense pain instantly brought Lord Nasir back to consciousness, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
This torture and abuse obviously made Deszel feel very satisfied. He said directly to the dark elf priestess who was standing aside and watching the show: "Madam, you can start to act. After all, I don't know how long the duel between Eribeth and Thrall will last. You'd better seize control of the key places as soon as possible."
"No problem. By the way, if you want to make that pathetic human suffer more, I have some good ideas."
The priestess stuck out her tongue and licked her lips in a seductive motion.
There is no doubt that traditional dark elves, especially priestesses of Lolth, are all exceptionally skilled in the techniques of pain and torture.
Moreover, they enjoy this process very much and can transform the pain of the victim into their own pleasure.
It is said that even the demons of the Abyss will learn a few tricks from the drow in this area.
"When you return triumphantly, we can find some time to discuss this."
Deszel responded with a smile.
In this way, a drow army from the Underdark quickly arrived at an abandoned tunnel deep underground in Neverwinter with the help of teleportation magic.
Although their numbers were not large, they were all elite. On average, one drow warrior could easily kill more than five Neverwinter defenders.
Not to mention that there are a large number of mages, warlocks and priests in the team.
Since Neverwinter is located in a place with a long history of civilization, which can be traced back to the era of the rise of the Creators tens of thousands of years ago, after the end of the Elf Crown War, a multi-ethnic settlement was established here, and it eventually evolved into what it is today.
This means that it has experienced destruction more than once.
Every reconstruction on top of the original ruins would bury the ancient relics deep underground.
After several renovations, no one has forgotten the dangers hidden deep underground.
However, gangsters, tomb robbers and other illegal activities secretly dug tunnels inside some buildings in order to avoid the guards. They accidentally discovered part of it, and then connected the various parts through continuous digging, forming a dark network of smuggling, selling stolen goods, kidnapping, assassination and trafficking of contraband.
This is also one of the reasons why Neverwinter seems to have relatively good public security.
Unlike other cities where thieves guilds operate semi-publicly, local criminal organizations are hidden underground.
Therefore, the conflicts that broke out several times for the competition for territory and business did not alarm the guards of Neverwinter at all.
But now, these secret passages that run through sewers, underground ruins, former streets, and sewers of ancient cities have become ideal locations for the dark elves to launch raids.
In order to maximize her own fighting power, the mistress waited patiently for a while.
It was not until the sun set and night fell that she made a gesture to her son.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, drew his sword, and rushed out from his hiding place with dozens of elite soldiers who had been waiting for a long time, and started to hack and kill the gang members who were doing the deal crazily.
Since nothing like this had ever happened before, these local criminal organizations were completely unprepared and were immediately hacked to pieces.
In addition, the weapons of the Dark Elves are basically mixed with refined gold and attached with evil magic, so ordinary leather armor and chain mail can't provide any protection at all, and they can be penetrated by a strong cut or stab.
In just less than ten seconds, more than thirty gang members were killed.
Many of them suffered great pain before dying.
Because of the twisted, brutal, and bloodthirsty nature of drow warriors, they like to deliberately choose non-lethal parts that can cause severe pain when killing their prey.
For example, precisely slicing an egg in half, splitting a little brother in half, slitting open a stomach to let the intestines flow out, or smashing the bones of fingers and toes with a blunt object.
In short, they are absolute masters in this field. If you want to die in three minutes, it will never end in two and a half minutes.
After killing these troublesome guys, the dark elves immediately dispersed and moved towards the ground along the numerous tunnels.
No matter who he met along the way, he would kill them without saying a word.
It can be predicted that after the war is over, the level of public security in Neverwinter will be greatly improved, and crime may even disappear completely.
The reason is very simple! After the massacre, most criminal organizations probably only have a few core members left.
By the time the mistress emerged from the basement of a warehouse in the dock area, the place was already a river of blood, with corpses, severed limbs, and internal organs strewn everywhere. The demons that followed the dark elves were happily feasting on the food, enjoying this bloody feast.
Stepping on the sticky blood plasma, the high priestess of Rose walked straight to the window, peered outside through the gap in the curtains, and asked without turning her head, "You didn't alarm the people outside, did you?"
"Of course not. You know, I've always been very good at this kind of secret invasion. They didn't even make a sound when they died, let alone any fish that slipped out."
The male warriors gave their assurances solemnly.
You must know that for all dark elves, no matter what their profession, stealth and silent movement are compulsory courses, otherwise it is impossible to survive in a place like the Underdark, which is full of dangers.
Most of them have skills in this area that are comparable to those of thieves around level 5.
So in a gang stronghold like this, few people could notice Zhuo Er's arrival, and the result is naturally self-evident.
This result undoubtedly made the priestess very satisfied, and she nodded slightly with a smile on her face: "Great!
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Now I ask you to divide the team into three teams.
One team is responsible for leading low-level demons to set fires and kill people everywhere to create chaos and panic;
Another team will go and assassinate the city's top leaders; and the last team will follow me to Neverwinter Castle."
"Go to Neverwinter Castle now? Deszel didn't give us the power to open the seal."
Another priestess in the team couldn't help but give a reminder.
But the mistress smiled and replied, "Do you think Deszel will still hide in his rat hole after we capture Neverwinter Castle? Believe me, he will show up with the Curse of Power at the first opportunity and release all the awakened creator races."
Then we can take advantage of the chaos to fulfill the will of the Great Goddess."
"Understood."
The priestess' eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly put her hand on her chest to express her respect and submission to the mistress.
As the dark elves successfully infiltrated, the originally peaceful city quickly began to become chaotic.
The first prisons to riot were those that housed many dangerous criminals.
To be precise, a small group of drow deliberately killed the guards and released them all.
After obtaining weapons and equipment, these guys immediately began to retaliate frantically.
Not only were the guards in the area besieged, but even civilians were not spared.
Long-term imprisonment has caused these guys, who already have violent tendencies, to have no place to vent their energy. Now that they are released, they naturally commit rape and robbery and all kinds of evil. The screams, cries and pleas of the women in the house can be heard from a long distance away.
In addition, the second place where order and lawlessness are lost is the Beggar's Den.
Since this place was basically inhabited by poor people, with small houses and shanties made of wooden boards everywhere, the dark elves only had to set a fire and the whole area was ablaze.
In the process of escaping, the poor man who lost everything naturally began to grow evil in his heart, and eventually it got completely out of control.
Standing at the upper window of Neverwinter Castle, the intelligence chief, Ayreen Zhende, was looking down at the flames and chaos in the city. He said with emotion, "It's finally starting. I thought Deszel would be patient for a while longer."
"I think this is because Ms. Erebeth left Neverwinter. Deszel thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he took action decisively."
General Taro stroked his thick beard and expressed his guess.
In fact, the rescue of the two aerial gunboats and the attack of Erebus were all intended to lure Deszel to take the initiative to attack.
Otherwise, God knows what this guy is doing hiding in the Neverwinter Forest every day.
"It seems that Deszel has revealed all his cards. Not only the dark elves' army has entered the city, but also a large number of demons. I don't know if the Church of the God of Justice can stand it."
Even as they were talking, the two saw the most magnificent temple in the city ablaze with flames. Dense swarms of demons flew into the temple through the windows, launching indiscriminate attacks on the priests, paladins and ordinary believers.
In addition, more demons have already begun chasing pedestrians on the streets and biting and devouring them.
Upon seeing this, the officers in charge of patrolling and maintaining public order immediately organized their soldiers to resist, while covering the evacuation of civilians to relatively safe places.
For a moment, all kinds of shouting, fighting, crying, and waiting mixed together, forming a scene like purgatory.
Such a bloody and tragic scene immediately made Airen Zhende show a look of pity, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Aren't you going to take action yet?"
"Now? Are you kidding? If we reveal our strength now, all the planning and arrangements we made before will be in vain.
Because we need Deszel's help to find the hiding places of the creator races."
General Taylor rejected the proposal without hesitation.
As a traditional Kalinshan man, he didn't like Neverwinter at all, and even less did he like the Church of the God of Justice that dominated the city.
Most importantly, the mission he received was not to protect Neverwinter and its residents, but to eliminate the threat of the Creator race once and for all.
This meant that as long as the goal could be achieved, even if Neverwinter was destroyed and two-thirds of the population died, it would be an acceptable loss.
Just as the two were talking, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in the alley in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, the bodies of more than six dark elf warriors who were blocking the entrance were torn into pieces in a very strange posture, and the broken parts of the bodies were very smooth, as if they were cut by something extremely sharp.
But the problem was that nothing they were wearing, including armor, clothes, and cloaks, was damaged at all.
"What is that?!"
Airien Zhende's eyes widened in shock.
You should know that the dark skin of the drow elves has extremely strong resistance to magic. Many of them can still continue to fight alive and well even after being hit by a full bolt of lightning.
"At this time and with this kind of magical power, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be Mr. Dumbledore."
General Taro thought for a moment and immediately gave an answer.
Just as he expected, after about ten seconds, a wizard in robes walked out. It was Albus Dumbledore himself.
Behind him followed a handsome elf.
"Van Swick? How could they be together?!"
Aierian Zhende couldn't help but frown.
Although he was the chief of intelligence, he had long known that there was an abnormal close relationship between the two.
But since Aribeth announced that she would hold her wedding in a few months, Van Swick has become a reclusive and honest person for a long time.
He thought that the other party had changed his ways and was ready to live a good life.
After all, Eribes was a goddess admired by the entire Neverwinter City. Many young people were heartbroken when they heard the news of her engagement, and spent the whole day in taverns and hotels drinking to drown their sorrows.
So after learning that Van Swick had an affair with an older man, Ariane Genderton's first reaction was anger. She wanted to immediately tell Aribeth to end the marriage in time.
But later, for some unknown reason, after learning the truth, Eribes did not want to cancel the engagement. Instead, she went against her usual behavior and chose to forgive her fiancé in public and announced the date of the wedding.
Such gentleness and generosity make countless admirers jealous to the point of going crazy.
There was even a vicious case where someone wanted to poison Van Swick.
Arain Zhende totally couldn't understand why Vanswick chose to betray again even though Aribeth had done so much.
The intelligence chief obviously didn't know that Eribes's public forgiveness and the announcement of the wedding date were only intended to completely ruin Vanswick's reputation and make him speechless and endure the mental torture with a green prairie on his head.
In Aribeth's plan, not only would she attend the wedding with a big belly, but she would also have to wait until the child was born to invite Zuo Si to visit her every now and then, and perform various restricted action movies in front of Van Swick.
Van Swick, who was originally a bit naive and extremely fragile inside, could not stand this and immediately broke down and suffered from severe depression.
Coupled with the influence of the permanent magic potion, he would naturally seek comfort from Dumbledore.
As the two of them talked back and forth, they inevitably ended up talking about bed.
In addition, although the principal plays a zero role in this relationship, his character is not zero at all, but rather very strong.
This is also one of the reasons why he and Gellert Grindelwald eventually fell out.
In a relationship, usually when one party is stronger, the other party must be weaker in order for the relationship to last long.
Otherwise, it would be strange if two strong people didn't fight each other.
But Van Swick is different.
Although he plays a hero, his character is very cowardly, and even makes people feel that he is unmanly and like a sissy.
As a result, a wonderful chemical reaction occurred between the strong-willed Zero and the weak-willed One.
The result is that the two of them are not only very compatible, but also have no conflicts in values and outlook on life...
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