Chaos Crown

Aaron took his own booty, bid farewell to Rockefeller, the great lord of Dawn, and headed north alone.

"Help me... come quickly..."

He heard the voice again, and this time there was no doubt that the little figure was trapped among the rotting giant trees in the sky on the hills at the end of the Moander Road.

The Road to Moander, Aaron knew he had to see it, even if he didn't get the call, he would still try to unlock Nurgle's power.

I have to say that the fat grandpa is really too lazy.

Nurgle doesn't care if Aaron unlocks his powers or what Aaron does, he just stays in his rotten garden, enjoying the joy of his children and grandchildren around his knees, or burying his head in his own cauldron to experiment The new miniature juice burger.

In terms of the overall strength of the Chaos Gods, Nurgle will never be weaker than Khorne, but in terms of the influence and destructive power of the Chaos Gods, Nurgle is only slightly stronger than Slaanesh.

So, as Tzeentch reminded, Aaron had to try whether he could stimulate Grandpa Nurgle's instinctive reaction through external force.

Then, the Path of Moander is the most suitable target.

Moander, God of Rot, an ancient god of decay, decay, and withering, well known (as a loser) in the Realms.

It is unclear when Moander first appeared in the kingdom. Generally speaking, it can be known that this rotten god came to the kingdom after the elf crown war and before the rise of the Netheril Empire. A strange deity who always showed "masculine signs and femininity" in appearance. He built a temple of his own in the mountains and began to spread his beliefs. The Netherese once recorded Moander How the tribe died out by poisoning crops, livestock and water.

This is also the earliest belief in Moander, the god of decay.

Then the evil god did some famous things:

Before and after the Valley Calendar, Moander tried to invade the Comanthor United Kingdom of the elves, but with the support of the elven gods, Ms. Sirinxi of the Comanthor Kingdom defeated the Moranders with the ultimate holy sword of the Elven Empire. Ander's incarnation brought the god a huge setback.

In the famous God of Dawn, Losander, the God of Dawn, tried to reshape the Pantheon in his own image and formed the "Dawn Pantheon". At that time, Losander's lover "Goddess of Luck" Taj disapproved of Losander's approach , He chose to leave Lathander's side and gave him an "unfortunate kiss". After that, Taj wandered in the kingdom and met a rose that competed for beauty on the top of a mountain.

The rose was so beautiful that even the gods could not resist the temptation, so Taj pinned the flower on her head and continued her wandering.

But in fact, this rose is the seed of life of Moander. Taj was corrupted into an empty shell by Moander not long after. Fortunately, Losander and Su Lun came to visit together. It was Taj's deity who was so close to being hopeless that he sent out a purifying beam that split Taj in two.

Thus was born Taimora, the goddess of fortune, and Benshaba, the lady of misfortune.

And finally, what happened recently, during the Troubled Years, the legendary bard Vander-Dragonthorn defeated Moander's weakened sage form in the great forest of Cormanthor, killing the god, Moander The blood and remnants of divine power polluted an area in the Great Forest known as the Way of Moander.

Aaron felt that it was very accurate to describe this foreign god with repeated defeats and repeated defeats. He didn't know what attracted this rotten god in the kingdom, which caused him to send incarnations to invade here again and again.

It took him two days to get close to the Road of Moander. The weather was not very good. The moment he left the Myth Drannor Mystic Area, it began to rain. On his shoulders, he let the cold rain slap randomly on the divine spark shield, and the warm Tzeentch flame mixed with the air.

The great northern forest of Myth Drannor is full of remnants of battles, and the air seems to still be filled with the reverberation of magic.

Aaron brushed over the ruins in the forest with his fingers, feeling the old battlefield with his fingertips.

The Weeping War, Myth Drannor's doomed war.

More than 800 years before the soul of the crowned king Ilta Green returned to Arvandor, there were three Necroth demons raging in the Great Forest of Comanthor. The demon body summoned by the master.

Netheril archmages have been looking for the stolen Netheril scrolls, and when they realized that the high magic of the elves was not inferior to that of Netheril, one of the archmages decided that the elves were stealing Netherese scrolls. The culprit of the color scroll, so he summoned three demons and began to take revenge on the elves.

After a long period of glory, the arrogance of the great arcanists of Nether has reached the peak. In their view, there is no magic comparable to them in this world. If such magic exists, then they must be The murderer who stole the Nether Scroll.

This ultimately led to the Weeping War and the demise of Myth Drannor, a war that scholars of the Realm generally hold to be inescapable from the Netherese.

However, according to Mysty's sister, there is a small part of Nether scrolls that seem to be really hidden in Myth Drannone.

So who is to blame?
Aaron couldn't think of an answer for the time being, he looked at the City of Songs covered by corrupted mysteries from a distance, and said silently.

"The area in front, let's explore it later."

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After traveling for two days, Aaron gradually approached the infamous Way of Moander.

The entire forest has turned into a rotten place at this time.

The plants became distorted and towering, and the tall trees led directly to the sky, covering the woodland airtightly. Aaron could vaguely see the shapes of some animals and plants in the past.

Now, they are all dissolved under the divine blood of Moander. Whether it is a plant or a living thing, they have all been transformed into a brand new life form, and under the will of the divine blood, they have been fused into lumps after lumps. Not sure what kind of filth it is.

A stone wall, vines on the stone wall, and an old deer and a young deer. The buildings, plants and animals were condensed into a half-dead and half-living mixture. It was twisted and swollen like a living thing. The ferocious faces of the demons, the dislocated and upside-down marble slabs paved the way forward, and the light from the shade of the trees cast a deep shadow on the scenery in front of them.

Twisted and rotting thorns twisted and twisted behind the ruins, from the bushes, from the sunken ground, from the shadows, and from the inside of the dead wood, constantly attacking Aaron, spitting out caustic venom, and waving its tentacles, trying to drag him down. uninvited guest.

However, these attacks are of no use to Aaron, who is the personal choice of the four gods of chaos.

The Viscount Sunset Collar even put away his cloak of elven commander and his white dragon leather armor, using his skin to feel the power left by the God of Rot.

The Dark Moon Sword opened the way ahead, and every time it was swung, it would break the unnamed corruption in half and keep moving forward.

Dark Night used Tzeentch's fire to fend off the incoming corrupt plants, which unconsciously tried to divide and surround Aaron.

The sword of the dark moon sliced ​​open a muscular body covered in mucus, and cut off screaming and howling heads. As Aaron recited the spell, a group of Tzeentch fire demons and Khorne vampires were killed by him. Call out.

With his own power, Aaron forcibly relied on the demons of Khorne and Tzeentch, as well as the power of Nurgle who had always been silent, and forcibly carved a path on the road to Moander!

As for why not summon the Slaanesh demon?

Aaron said: Slaanesh can't do it.

However, the closer he gets to the core of the Moander Road, the more resistance Aaron encounters.

A Khorne vampire was besieged, tentacles lurking underground burst out and pierced its legs, dragging it to the ground, down a slope, into a rotting spring, the vampire struggled, and finally Still submerged in the thick lake.

Aaron struggled to climb up the steep slope, and the stench and rotten breath came to his face. The ground became wet, slippery and sticky. Flies and bugs were flying on the yellow-green humus. Human-shaped and animal-shaped creatures had already stuck together. A new life is born.

Moander's followers were lurking in every corner, and ugly faces kept pouring out of the walls, and even the tree domes above were tilted and began to crumble, as if the physical world where this road was located was about to collapse.

The voice in Aaron's head became clearer and clearer.

"right here."

The rotten sap clings to his skin, stimulated by the rotten plants that flowed from the blood of Moander, Aaron once again felt the power of Nurgle active, it was like a man who would never Like a satisfied glutton, he devoured the power of corruption.

Aaron couldn't help swallowing saliva in his throat. The poisonous gas spit out by the rotting plants even made the dragon's metabolic system feel unbearable pain with every breath. In the center of the whole city is pure apoptosis.

But he felt "too full", and Aaron even burped.

"Hiccup~"

This is the power of Nurgle, and this is where the power of chaos lies.

Getting closer and closer to the sealed being of pure goodness, Aaron noticed the giant tree he saw in the phantom. Layers of parasite-like twisted buildings.

The tops of these houses were inlaid with rotting vines, stripped flesh and blooming flowers, but there was only deep shadow around Aaron.

There was no road connecting the valleys, so Aaron had to let the Chaos Demons make a passage.

The fire of Tzeentch swirled into a vortex in the air, and under Aaron's exquisite control, it burned along the path he must travel.

It seems that the end is not far away.

Hundreds of rotten vines covered with tumors hung on the surface of the giant tree in the sky, forming a tangled mass. Strange and unfamiliar flowers covered the giant tree from the bottom to the middle, and the moss kept secreting a yellow-green gas. You can see some corrupted creatures that don't know how to name them, hiding behind the hills in fear.

They found that their attacks had no effect on Aaron, but would be absorbed by Aaron instead.

"It's here." Aaron murmured into the air, he walked up the ramp, pustules raised one after another on the ground, like scabs on wounds, he clenched Su Lun numbly The Dark Moon Sword given to him, even after a series of battles, still looks dazzling. In a place that should have been muddy and withered, its mirror-like blade reflected pieces of brilliance.

Aaron was about to move on, and when he got closer to the giant tree that sealed the young girl, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Who?!" Aaron turned around, and a fireball with the power of Slaanesh aimed at his back.

"Your Excellency Aaron~Your Excellency Aaron!" The dirty son of Calimshan appeared in a camel fur coat, and when he saw Aaron pointed his finger at himself, he quickly shook his hand: "It's me, it's me ah!"

"Anuoming?" Aaron put down his hand, his eyes couldn't stop being surprised: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in Shadow Valley? Why did you come here?"

"Me? I'm not at ease." An Nuoming strenuously approached with one foot deep and one shallow, and he worked hard to reach the edge of the rotten place purified by Aaron: "You have been in for several days, I was wondering why you still I didn't come back, so I followed the voice of my lord... Ibrando, Lord Aaron...you..."

There was a look of doubt on the face of the son of Calimshan. Obviously, he saw the scene of Aaron controlling the Chaos Demon.

"You have gone too far, Anuoming, go back now." Aaron stared at the son of Calimshan, and he asked, "How did you get here? You only have the elite level Strength? Don’t tell me you haven’t encountered any enemies along the way.”

"My lord answered me!" Facing Aaron's doubts, An Nuoming almost subconsciously took out a holy emblem from his chest: "Look, Your Excellency Aaron, this is a gift from my lord Ibrando. My seal!"

"He guided me to you! I'm so glad you're alive!"

said the Son of Calimshan excitedly.

"...You are very lucky, An Nuoming." Aaron nodded, he hesitated for a few seconds, took out the water bottle containing the water from the pool of light, and handed it to An Nuoming: "This is your water."

"Thank you, I am very grateful!" An Nuoming excitedly took the water from the pool of light and held it in his palm.

"It's dangerous here, you'd better go back as soon as possible." Aaron glanced at An Nuoming again, signaling him to leave as soon as possible.

Watching Aaron enter the valley, An Nuoming held the water bottle of the pool of light with great care, and called out the spirit monster according to his contract with the spirit monster.

The contract between us has been reached. According to the agreement, you must fulfill your promise and save my mother!

In the void, a voice responded to An Nuoming's call.

"O Anomin from Calimshan, you have been deceived."

The angry and strange voice was very calm, with a hint of disdain: "This is not the water I want, I can't save your mother."

"It's not the water I want? How is it possible?!" An Nuoming was in a hurry. He held the level that Aaron gave him. The water of the pool! That’s it, that’s it! This is the water in the pool of light, look at it, look at it again!”

"You idiot, Aaron Salian lied to you. He didn't go to Myth Drannor to fetch water. He just randomly filled a small stream with water." The muscular black shadow slowly approached: "You have been deceived, An Nuoming."

"Who are you?!" An Nuoming was startled, he drew out his weapon tremblingly, and aimed at the shadow's face: "You are not a ghost! Who are you?!"

"Me? Heh~ I am the Qishen who signed the contract with you. I am not only the Qishen, but also the demon-born elf who kidnapped you. I am also Ibrando who answered your prayers~"

Shadow chuckled, and lightly flicked An Nuoming's sword away with his huge devil's claws: "It's my voice, from the beginning to the end, it's all me, your god has fallen, it's all me, and only I."

"Everyone is lying to you, your father, your mother, your companions, the demon elves, the harpist, and Aaron Salian, look at them, see how hypocritical they are!"

An Nuoming's voice trembled uncontrollably, and the young man covered his head uncontrollably in fear and trembling: "No, no, this is not a scam, this water is not fake, I know, the pool of light Water is corrupted, it should be like this, Lord Aaron, he didn’t lie to me, this is the water I want!”

An Nuoming was almost subconsciously believing the words of "Shadow", but he suddenly remembered the description of Sandra the Windchaser, and Pasha's son became hesitant again.

This made the Chaos rune that had already spread all over his body stop when it approached his neck.

"Idiot!" The shadow cursed angrily, and it wanted to say something more. In the valley of the rotten giant tree in the distance, there was an aura full of majestic vitality.

The shadow no longer hesitated, it rushed straight to An Nuoming, penetrated into his chest, and penetrated into his body!
The shrill scream made the sons of Calimshan appear in the beam of light.

A pitch-black figure, a twinkling eight-pointed star, a skull-like demon face, and dozens of chains and skulls on the wings of a huge demon.

The original demon prince, Bilak, is back!

"Now, there's nothing to help you, Aaron Salian."

The purple-gray flame was crushed at Bilak's fingertips.

"You won't get a second chance!"

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