Chaos Crown

Chapter 101, The Dance of Parting (a 5000-word chapter!)

The half-orc touched his body for a long time, but he didn't understand how he came back from the dead.

His last memory is that during the exploration of the pyramid, a team composed of orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins met the undead snake-hating people who guarded the temple. In the end, it was barely enough to repel the undead snake-hating people.

Without a chance to breathe, two more undead and snake-hating people attacked. The orc team fought and retreated, and their companions died one by one.

By this time, Doherty had already understood that their strength did not match the difficulty of this adventure. The orc team used the best weapons and was equipped with the best armor and hard crossbows. The snake-hating man still seemed a bit vulnerable.

If you have worked hard, you will no longer have regrets, and if you have experienced it, you will no longer fantasize.

From that moment on, Dougherty had made up his mind to die, and it was better to show his final glory than linger on, otherwise, even if he returned to the tribe, he would die in humiliation, be swallowed up by other orc tribes, and be scalped.

Especially for half-orcs like him. To orcs, he is a bastard born of lowly shrimps. To humans, he has evil and dirty blood of orcs.

Half-orcs are doomed to spend their lives seeking approval from others.

So, how on earth did I come back to life?
Doherty still felt unbelievable about his resurrection. Could it be that human or the druid who resurrected me?

How can it be? !
However, there seemed to be no other explanation. The half-orc silently picked up the long knife in both hands. He could feel the bloodthirsty and killing power flowing on the long knife. Hot, the power flowed into the half-orc's body continuously, and the half-orc hadn't eaten for half a day, and the half-orc was full of energy after fighting hard all day.

It can't be the druid, the druid is lying here now.

It can't be elves either, elves and orcs are enemies of life and death.

The only possibility is that human being who resurrected himself with magic.

Did you resurrect me?
As soon as he thought of this, Doherty felt the eight-pillar emblem on his chest get hot. He held the burning mark on his chest with one hand, and the remaining strength responded to his doubts.

That seems right.

There is no concept of repaying gratitude among orcs. For orcs, favors, contracts, morality, and order are all rubbish and backward products. There is only one truth in orc culture, that is, the winner is king and the strong You should humiliate the weak, I speak loudly with my fists, the truth only exists within the range of my long knife, and when I become a great chief, there will naturally be high-level shamans to rectify my name.

Dougherty is a half-orc. His character naturally has the fierce and brutal side of an orc, but he also has a human nature. He doesn't intend to repay the favor, but he has already regarded this incident as a sign of the human's recognition of him. He thinks Aaron revived himself after recognizing his bravery and strength.

Is that how you recognize me?Cormyr's humans?

The half-orc held the long brass knife tightly in both hands, clenched his teeth tightly, and two huge fangs were exposed outside his lips.

Dougherty has rediscovered the motivation to live.

In this case, I will prove that your choice is not wrong.

Just wait, human, next time we meet, I won't be so weak again.

Getting up from the secret room, the half-orc stalked, packed up some valuable things, took a few serpentine steel equipment that were previously undead and hated the snake-man, left the ruins of the snake-man empire and rushed to a new journey.

————I am the dividing line of the new journey———

At the same time, at the foot of the Cape of Storms mountains, the forest in the early morning.

Under the shade of a big tree, a man and a woman are still clinging to each other in a strange posture. The male human being is handsome and handsome, his golden hair has a burning purple brilliance flowing, and he is carrying a woman's body on his shoulders. With big red knee-high boots, one hand supported her plump and smooth thigh, and hugged her whole body.

The man's expression is very confident, but also has the meaning of being irresistible.

The woman has long fiery red hair, a little panic in her emerald-like pure eyes, her long legs have almost collapsed, one is lifted and the other is suspended in the air, even wearing high boots and leather armor, alone The exposed belly and thighs are also strong and fit like a healthy filly, exuding a wild and monstrous aura.

She is a strong horse.

"Put me down, little rookie." The swordsong beauty realized that going on like this is not good, she immediately turned her back on the guest, her pair of long legs spun counterclockwise, wrapped around Aaron's shoulders and hooked his waist, and wrapped her arms around Aaron's waist. Neck, body sit down.

Aaron only felt a strong force coming from him that made him have to back away. He was leaning against the big tree with his back and was about to speak when two slender jade fingers were already on his throat.

The man was not to be outdone, he held the woman's big hand and began to move upwards, and with his extremely nimble fingertips, he began to play Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major, obviously he got the true inheritance of Slaanesh.

Sure enough, within a few seconds of the two sides' stalemate, Swordsing Beauty's offensive immediately weakened. Aaron cut back her weakened hand behind her, her exquisite and delicate body turned around, and Aaron held her tightly in her arms from behind. It was a total failure.

"Wait... Xiaocaiji, don't... do this."

"Speak quickly, sister." Aaron hugged the sword song beauty whose hair was already wet with sweat, and his breathing was gradually rapid. The song beauty's pointed ears slide down from the tip of the ear with a wonderful melody: "Otherwise I will play Schubert's serenade."

Sword and Song Beauty didn't know what Schubert's serenade was, but she could roughly understand what Aaron meant.

"Didn't I just say that? Um... Xiaocaiji... Why do you guys have to know the identity of your sister? Obviously... Obviously this is harmful to you." Gently twisting his body, shaking his head slightly, sighed: "This is the last warning, do you really want to know?"

"Say it quickly." Aaron had already made up his mind, and at the same time his speed of playing the piano was also accelerating.

The body of the female elf in her arms began to tremble slightly, and she finally gave in.

"Nestia, Nestia-Ban Rui." The beauty of Jiansong compromised: "This is my sister's real name, although it has not been used for a long time, little rookie, you will be one of the very few who know my sister's real name Man, now...are you satisfied?"

Ban Rui?

Aaron was taken aback when he heard the surname, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Swordsong Beauty immediately broke away from his control, and patted his hand angrily.

She panted a little, her slender and well-proportioned body trembled slightly, she didn't go far away, staring at him with vicious eyes, with reproach and displeasure in her eyes: "Yes, it's Ban Rui, I warned you You, naughty little rookie, know how to bully my sister's little rookie, you little rookie who is rude to my sister!"

Ban Rui!

Aaron continued to be dazed. He suddenly felt that the autumn night was a little bit chillier, the hormone secretion in his brain was rapidly weakening, and the wound he was injured before started to hurt again. Fingers are a little stiff.

Ban Rui!

He had guessed before that the swordsong beauty should be a drow from the Underdark region. Her various behaviors and hints, as well as the spider pattern socks on the lace stockings all showed her identity, but he It never occurred to her that her surname is Ban Rui!

Aaron doesn't know much about the kingdom. His previous knowledge of the kingdom is limited to reading some N-creative and serious doujin articles and a very small number of kingdom characters out of the circle (such as Drizzt, Elminster), The knowledge of the kingdom in this life is limited to some books in the royal library of Cormyr.

Even so, he also knows the famous Ban Rui!

The first drow family of Menzoberranzan City in the Underdark, the favorite family of Spider Queen Rose, the most ferocious and terrifying, has created countless crimes and madness, and caused more bloodshed than Aaron has eaten bread The Barry family!

no?Aponia... Oh no, she should be called Nestia now, this elf sister is actually from the Baen Rui family?Did he even touch the female drow of Banrui's family just now?

Moreover, since Nestia is a swordsinger and a woman, and can be directly named Ban Rui, her status in the drow family will definitely not be low.

Aaron swallowed. In the dark and deep forest, the sword and song beauty standing in front of him seemed to have become hideous and terrifying.

"Tsk, little rookie, I warned you before, don't ask for my sister's real name." Nestia saw Aaron's expression changing back and forth, she naturally knew how intimidating the Banrui family's vicious name was, and Elf sister giggled Laughing, she rubbed the roots of her legs a little, then stretched out the toe of her boots, and kicked Aaron's calf vigorously: "Little chicken, are you a man? Why did you hear the name Ban Rui? Has the proud and majestic little rooster turned into a flaccid chicken? Cluck, cluck~"

"Who is limp?" Aaron got up immediately, and he rolled his eyes: "I was just thinking, when will you do it? Cut me into several pieces, finely chop them, and transport them back to Menzoberranzan City to marinate Make it delicious, give it to your mistresses to share, make a sachet, and wear one for each of you."

"Hahaha~" Aaron's weird joke was obviously on point, Nestia laughed out loud, her slender and straight body trembled, it took almost 20 seconds for her to recover, she held her waist with one hand : "I didn't expect you to be very humorous, Aaron Salian."

Putting her hands on Aaron's shoulders, Nestia asked him to sit down, smiling coquettishly: "Don't worry, since my sister told you your real name, I don't intend to kill you, otherwise how would I tell you my real name?"

"Then I really thank you." Aaron said meaningfully.

Nestia smiled. She sat down beside Aaron and pulled up the top of the suspender stockings: "My sister should be the one who should say thank you. If it wasn't because you understand Parseltongue, I wouldn't be so thankful." It's easy to get the egg of the snake god. If it wasn't because you wanted to stay with me, you wouldn't be forced to face the legendary snake man head-on. Fighting at a high level... my sister understands."

The lifespan of a snakeman is almost 600 years, and that of a legendary snakeman is more than 1000 years. However, no matter how powerful a legendary snakeman is, it is impossible to live for as long as 1 years. To minimize body aging and metabolism, the snake man needs a process of gradually warming up and awakening consciousness from hibernation. The six-armed legendary snake man awakened abnormally, and did not fully exert his legendary strength, and his magic power was pitiful.

"Hey, as a member of Banrui's family, my sister shouldn't be vicious, ungrateful, narrow-minded, planning calculations and interests all the time, isn't she already betrayed or ready to betray?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Thank you so much... I'm a little chicken!" Nestia's smile was stiff, and she directly pinched Aaron's face with her hands: "I think my sister is so bad."

"So, this is your nature?" Aaron's face was rubbed back and forth by the elf sister, and the sweet words came smoothly: "I still like this kind of sister, not the previous Alponia."

"Hmph~ At that time, my sister had a mission, and I didn't know you well, and I didn't know what you wanted to do, so of course I had to be on my guard." Sister Elf rubbed Aaron's face vigorously, like rubbing a dog's head.

"So we're acquainted now?"

"We've all experienced life and death together, aren't we familiar?"

"Since we are so familiar, can you let me see the original appearance of my sister?" Aaron took this opportunity step by step.

Sure enough, after saying this, Nestia hesitated: "Do you really want to see it?"

"I really want to see it." Aaron nodded.

Sister Elf's expression was cloudy and uncertain, she stared at Aaron, quite hesitant: "Do you really want to see it?"

"Really want to see it." Aaron repeated.

Having said that, Swordsong Beauty had no reason to refuse. She sang the ballad and lifted the magic of camouflage on her body.

Then the fiery red long hair began to change, and the cool and pure silver white replaced the fiery red, so her emerald green eyes dissipated and turned into a bloodthirsty scarlet, emitting a deadly red light outward.

What a pair of terrifying eyes, the red eyes are full of drow's bloodthirsty and murderous intent, cold and cruel, and have a strange beauty, just like the endless stretches of the frozen northern polar wasteland. The view of the glacier is just as beautiful.

However, the color of her skin didn't change much, it was still amazingly white, it just changed from a slightly bright golden white to a slightly purplish pale.

"This is what I used to be." Nestia looked at Aaron with some embarrassment. She didn't dare to look Aaron directly in the eyes: "It's what you want to see! My sister didn't force you."

However, Aaron's reaction was completely different from what Nestia had imagined. She had expected him to be frightened, frightened or at least silent.

But in fact, Aaron's reaction was—green light in his eyes.

White hair, red pupils, fair skin and long legs!

Is there anything more attractive than these things to the Son of Chaos who was a Celestial Man in his previous life?

It is simply tailor-made.

"Sister is so beautiful!" Aaron admired sincerely, obviously liking it very much: "I like your appearance like this! I like it very much!"

"Really?" Nestia was overwhelmed with surprise. Little rookies like white hair and red eyes?
"Really!" Aaron gave a very positive answer: "However, why is my sister's skin still white?"

The skin of the drow is mostly jet black, symbolizing their depravity.

"There is a reason for this...I can only tell you that my sister's skin has been this color since she was raised by her family." Nestia subconsciously looked at the sky after she was pleasantly surprised, her expression turned disappointed : "Okay, it's over, I should go too."

"Sister Nestia..." Aaron knew that the two of them had completed their respective tasks, and they couldn't stay here all day.

Both of them were a little disappointed, and the atmosphere fell silent immediately.

"However, before that, I still have one thing I want to do." Elf sister put the egg of the snake god wrapped in a special scroll on the ground: "Can I borrow a little more time from you?"

"Yeah." Aaron nodded silently, the time to part is approaching.

"Please, take a good look at my sister."

The melodious and boundless singing sounded, and in the dark night, Nestia danced in the night. With the singing of the sword song, the elves under the night sky danced lightly, and the light of magic tattoos lit up the night along the tattoos on her body.

The night breeze is comfortable, the silver-white hair dances in the forest, the graceful waist is softer, she sings the melodious and moving ballad, the sword song is full of joy, and spreads all her thoughts through the dark sky through singing, Embellished by the majesty of the Cape Storm Mountains, accompanied by the giant trees in the forest, she flutters and writhes like a beautiful butterfly, offering her best side.

The light of the magic tattoo became brighter and brighter, and the animals on it came to life. They danced around Nestia and Aaron in a circle. .

Nestia gradually approached, and with her cheerful footsteps, she agitated her elegant style, and painted Aaron's whole body with vibrant colors, like a magnificent poem, sweet like a dream, and mellow like wine.

Her dancing posture is like a dream, and the joints of her whole body are as flexible as a snake, twisting freely.A tremor spread from her left fingertips to her shoulders, and then from her shoulders to her right fingertips, and her silver hair also vibrated. She didn't deliberately affect it at all, and every movement was natural and smooth, like a white lotus emerging from water.

Aaron looked a little crazy.

This is a song and dance that belongs to him alone in the dark night, and it is a gift from Nestia.

Good times are always very short.

At the end of a song and dance, Nestia approached and hugged Aaron tightly, imprinted her pink lips on his lips and sucked hard, pouring out all her emotions.

After a few seconds, she forced herself to push him away, turned around and picked up the Zombie Egg from the ground without looking back.

"There will be no future, Suzal's little rookie."

Aaron, who was standing there, also silently watched Nestia's back, and waved goodbye.

"We will meet again, Nestia-san."

　Updated, this chapter has been written for a long time, I hope you like it.

　　
　
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