Chapter 592, Yor’thae

All along, Aaron has been using the power of the Chaos Four Gods as their personal choice, providing them with enough sacrifices and sources of entertainment.

Because of the interference of the AO, the Chaos Four Gods cannot enter the Realm directly, so Aaron was able to take most of the essence, which was appropriate because he needed some of the power provided by the Four Gods to perform his Chaos magic.

Aaron used the blood of Eilistraee to draw an eight-pointed star and placed a severed drow head at each point.

When he was done, he began to chant, focusing his attention on impressing his followers. As he chanted, he drew more lines in an extremely complex hieroglyphic line, which represented the path between this road and another road, only a day's journey from where Nesstia was.

In his mind, he imagined a tunnel of light between two points. When he used the power of magic, he forced himself to enter the origin of the bottomless abyss. He created a picture in his mind through the power of chaos, and this was the real projection shown by the use of the magic pit.

The magic pit was really big, so big that the four great demons of chaos and they could only occupy a small position in the pit of the demon king.

The magic pit was very small, so small that Rose's spider, eyes, ears, and divine power were everywhere.

But at this moment, Aaron knew very well that Rose was trying to get promoted, and she could neither be nor willing to allocate extra power to control the magic pit.

This was his chance!

As Aaron completed his Chaos Ritual, a glittering arch appeared before him and spread out in the air, its surface glittering like water reflecting fire. He gestured with his fingers, instructing the four Chaos daemons to continue attacking Lolth's many strongholds in the Demonic Pit. The first of them, Skarbrand, reluctantly obeyed the order, and then Aaron disappeared through the rainbow-like arch, as if he had dived into a strange colorful lake.

This is the magic of the Abyss.

Aaron jumped into the gap in reality and ventured through the strange tunnel, where a kaleidoscope of exciting sensations hit his senses.

Something happened.

When he landed, Aaron found himself arriving at a large drow manor.

Such manors are actually not uncommon in the Demonic Pit. Many drow elves will be rewarded by the Spider Queen for their loyalty and faith in Lolth to obtain such a manor. They rule over the slave army composed of hobgoblins, gnomes, and trolls as manor owners.

The sparks of Slaanesh's divinity splashed, and Aaron transformed into the Great Keeper of Secrets and sniffed the air. There was something strange, a smell of rotten meat, which should not be there.

The family that owns this manor is very old, and this place should not look so desolate, and that ominous smell should not hang in the air. An ominous premonition passed through Aaron's heart. He seemed to hear Nastiya trembling and screaming. He knew from the other side of the Chaos Holy Emblem that Nastiya was stimulated. Her emotions were far richer than Aaron's, and her sword dance was more acute than her senses, so she might have encountered something.

Aaron, the Keeper of Secrets, slowly moved towards the gate of the manor. He didn't like it at all. He saw that the house number of the manor belonged to "Earl Thibodeau and Mrs. Brunson", which was a very strange setting, because among the drow, women's names should be before men's.

No drow would be careless. The relative safety in the Magic Web Pit did not mean that the drow nobles would relax their vigilance. In the drow society, the family door was always closed, which was wise, because in these dark societies, who knew what strange things might appear and threaten everyone.

Pushing the door open, a big spider came out of the door with something in its mouth. After careful observation, it turned out to be the remains of an elf hand.

Aaron easily cut the big spider into pieces with his sword and walked through the door. He did not expect any danger - if the attacker was still inside, the spider would not be there, and there should be very few monsters in the Magic Web Pit that could rival Aaron, but the atmosphere was a little nervous and made him alert.

The wall of the villa led to a courtyard.

Aaron saw the first corpse. Although he had been a Chaos Chosen for many years, he could not help frowning. The corpse had been skinned and dismembered, and the dismembered parts were arranged in strange shapes. The body had been messed up by the spiders, but someone deliberately sorted the remaining fragments in an orderly manner. This was obvious.

The arrangement of viscera and dried intestines made it easy to see.

There was a strong spider stench in the air. Aaron was not a drow, but as a child of the abyss, he was sensitive to the flow of Lolth's power. He could tell that there was something dark and terrible here. He entered the main building and had guessed what terrible scene he would find.

The air was foul.

Flies buzzed everywhere, brushing against the face of the woman standing in the middle of the room, getting into her long white-blonde hair, and passing over her slender figure.

There were so many flies here that it was against common sense. The stench of the spider queen was even stronger here.

The furniture was broken, as if a group of lunatics had rushed through the place and smashed everything they could find. Discarded clothes lay everywhere, soaked with blood. There were strange drow patterns printed on the walls.

Aaron took a moment to process what was happening, just because his mind didn't want to take it all in, it looked like a bunch of demented drow and stuff, rolling in blood and going crazy and making a big deal out of here Lying down.

In the name of Selun, what exactly happened here?

Yor’thae!

Aaron could barely make out a word written crudely on the wall, smeared with blood and spider droppings, his lips curled and his nose wrinkled.

Yor’thae!

The word was repeated again, mixed with all the luxurious decorations in the hall, full of curses.

This sentence, sometimes spelled out in the bold orc language, sometimes in the graceful circles of the elder elves, was repeated monotonously, over and over again, like a madman.

In the middle of a strange ritual circle, the naked body of Thibodeau, the lord of the drow manor, can be seen, or at least something that looks like him.

"Did you kill them?"

Aaron asked towards Nastia who was standing in the middle of the hall.

"Hoo~ho~ho~" Nestia gasped, the dark elf sister turned pale, and the Sanye pair of swords given to her by Shar fell at the feet of her high-heeled boots, and she heard Aaron's voice. , she didn’t look back, as if she didn’t want Aaron to see her current appearance.

"Sister Nastia..." Aaron already understood what was happening here.

"I'm sorry, please leave me alone for a while." Nastia covered her chest hard and shook her head desperately.

"Sister Nastia, didn't I tell you? I will stay with you. You don't always have to face all the pain alone." Aaron did not listen to Sister Dark Elf's words, and he slowly approached .

"I...I thought that I had stepped out of the darkness over there. I thought that I had driven away the corruption in my blood. I thought that with the power of Shar, I could leave Rose's summons, but I was wrong. , Aaron! I was wrong!”

Nastia clenched her fists silently, her voice couldn't stop trembling: "But when I came here, when I saw what this group of people were doing, I realized that they and I had nothing to do with each other after all. What a difference!”

"That's all in the past, and there are some things you don't want." Aaron knew that what was happening in the manor reminded Nastia of the past again, and she couldn't control herself.

"But I did it after all! I killed many people after all, many, many people!" There was a hint of crying in Nastia's voice: "This is an unchangeable fact! And, what about you! Aaron, You killed a lot of people too! Many, many people!”

"I have always wanted to get rid of the darkness of the past, I have always wanted to get rid of the shadow of the past! But at that moment, I realized, is there any difference between us and Rose?!" Nastia turned around, tears Her eyes were blurred. The dark elf sister picked up Yaksha and pointed the tip of the knife at Aaron's face: "Look, before we came, Menzoberranzan was decayed and corrupted, but what about after we come? The city of Menzoberranzan is gone. You used the heads of more than 30,000 drow to build a temple to call on the power of the four gods, and Rose used the lives of 100,000 drow to advance!"

"Tell me, Aaron, what is the difference between you and Rose? What is the difference between us and Rose? Rose can sacrifice countless of her people for the chosen one, she can sacrifice hundreds of millions of spiders, but we don't Is it the same?"

"Before we came, the blood of millions of drow had been shed in the city of Menzoberranzan for thousands of years. After we came, the blood of the whole city was also shed for our plan. Then if I leave Rose, how long will it take for me to do so?" What’s the point? We, didn’t we come here in vain?”

"…………"

Aaron was silent. He smelled the stench of blood and spider droppings in the air. He looked at Nastia with tears in her eyes. Some words came to his lips but he couldn't say them out.

No matter what his background is, he is the chosen one of the Four Gods of Chaos. Before he can completely get rid of the Four Gods, if he does not use these methods, where will his power come from?

He did not want to talk about the twists and turns of the road, the difficult exploration, the necessary costs, and the helpless sacrifices.

But this is the fact. The bloodshed now is to prevent bloodshed in the future. The war now is to give the drow a bright future free from Rose.

Otherwise, this race and this civilization will forever be soaked in hatred, fear, tyranny and blood.

"That's right. An adult like you, with your hands stained with blood, the shadow killer of the Banre family, should fall into the bottomless abyss and endure endless torture. Starting from the tiniest abyss worm, he should be slaughtered by others in order to pay off. All your sins!"

At this moment, a cool dark elf ranger strode in from the door.

"Drizzt!" Aaron turned around, very surprised that the dark elf actually appeared here.

"Hahaha, seeing the daughter of the Baenre family like this reminds me of my early days." Drizzt greeted Aaron, and he gestured to him: "Nestia, You should know about me, right?”

"I was born in the Do'Urden family in the city of Menzoberranzan. I was originally the third son of the Do'Urden family to be born alive and was sacrificed to Rose at birth. But I was lucky. I My brother died in the family war, which was considered to have satisfied the need for sacrifice, so I was lucky to survive.”

"I started learning combat skills when I was 3 years old, and learned levitation skills when I was 5 years old. I served the entire family like a servant until I was 16 years old and officially became the second son of the family. Like you, when I was performing a mission on the surface, I was injured because of I betrayed my family and let go of an elf girl who should have been slaughtered."

"Because of this 'foolish act', the entire Do'Urden family was disgusted by Rose and lost their magic. My sister, the sister who loves me the most, the sister who taught me all combat skills and magic step by step, Malice suddenly Becoming so strange, she planned to sacrifice me to the Spider Queen."

"My father Zaknavan, the great father, exchanged his own life for mine in order to protect me, who has a heart as pure as water."

"From that day on, I knew that a society like the Drow was destined not to allow any good things to exist, and it was time to leave."

After Drizzt finished speaking, she wiped away her tears with her hands from the moment he appeared. She didn't want anyone other than Aaron to see her vulnerable side. She was very dissatisfied with Drizzt's unannounced visit. : "Your story is known to everyone in the Underdark and even throughout the realm, Drizzt, you don't need to tell me."

"The story is not over yet, listen to me." Drizzt calmly ignored Nastia's sarcastic tone: "Drow are cruel, cold-blooded monsters. They like to kill their targets in sacrifices, and they will Their hands and feet were broken off, they were seen struggling and groaning on the ground, and then they were skinned and dismembered, and their entrails were taken out and played with, just like what you just saw.”

"My father died like this, but in order to satisfy Rose, the Do'Urden family resurrected him as a wraith and continued to hunt me. After several battles, I managed to awaken the remaining sanity of my father. He regretted it. Because of his actions, he jumped into the acid lake and committed suicide.”

"Since that day, I have been thinking every day, why am I experiencing this? Why do drow suffer this kind of pain every day? Is there any way to end this eternal suffering?"

"However, in an unimaginable encounter, I suddenly discovered that my father was resurrected by Rose. Rose continued to watch her father's pain with joy. She wanted to do it again, the sweetness of betrayal, the connection between flesh and blood. The residual joy always leaves her unfulfilled.”

"You tell me, why does this race exist? Is the meaning of our lives just to please Rose?"

Nastia's eyes flashed.

"Spring flowers turn to mud, and another year passes in the blink of an eye. Where do the flowers bloom, on the ground or in the sky?" Aaron also said, and he took Nastia's hand: "We cannot decide our birth, but we can decide In our future, we cannot strip away the original sin that belongs to us, but we will decide our own destiny with our own hands!”

"We will unite the drow people who believe in Eilistraee. We will abandon the differences in the past and create a new society belonging to the drow. We will create a new legend among the stars."

"As Drizzt said, the past has disappeared like clouds and smoke. Everything in the past has been reincarnated. His father died twice, and each rebirth represents a new life. Drizzt will neither Because his father died on his behalf, he was hunted life for life, and he will not avenge him because of his resurrection again, just like the newly blooming flowers will grow from the branches again, your Destiny has been reborn, and it’s time to bid farewell to the past.”

"You have committed many sins in the past, but just like my father, you are just a higher-level spirit-binding corpse. It is undoubtedly the stupidest thing to bear this kind of original sin. I also once sent poison I swear that I will never hurt my compatriots again, but when the pursuers come, I can't just kill them, right?" Drizzt also said: "If you really want to do something, work hard to repay you. It’s a mistake you’ve made before. Before that, don’t doubt yourself anymore.”

After saying that, Drizzt turned and left. He and the Black Panther Guenhwyvar stood guard at the door.

"Can flowers in the dark really bloom on the branches one day?" Nastia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and muttered to herself.

"Sister Nastia, don't forget, I am your god, I am the Lord of Reincarnation! If you want to reincarnate, you must first pass me."

Nastia smiled: "Greedy!"

But her face looked much better: "Thank you, Aaron!"

"It's okay, after all, not everyone is the chosen Rose outside." Aaron held Nastia's hand and joked.

"If he hadn't been chosen by Rose, he would have died countless times." Nastia felt that the pain in her chest was finally relieved, and at the same time, a strong realization rose in her heart.

"I understand! Aaron!"

"What?"

"I understand the logic behind Rose's choice of Yor'thae!"