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Chapter 205 In Revendreth

Revendreth, a country full of gloomy castles and gothic villages, is where the evil reaper Venthyr lives.Before Dasa, few Kyrians would have come to this place.

"It's darker than I thought."

After Dasa transferred from Olympos again, he came to Revendreth, a place in the Shadow Realm used to punish sinful souls.

The brightness here cannot be compared with the bright promotion fortress at all, even the blazing blue fairy field shrouded in twilight is several times brighter than here.

Darkness is almost synonymous here.

"Oh! Hey! Check it out! What a rarity! A fellow from the Blazing Wilderness!"

Venthyr, who was wandering around the passage in the Inter-Dimension, found Dasa. He recognized Daza by looking at his distinctive appearance and attire.

"Actually, I came from the promotion bastion."

Daza looked down at the Venthyr.

"What? How did the guys who were promoted to the fortress appear here?! What are you doing here?"

Venthyr was startled when he heard about Dasa's parentage, and he became wary.

"It's just a trip here, don't be nervous."

As Dasa spoke, he began to look around the surrounding environment. Although it was very dark here, he could not see his fingers, not to mention that everything he saw in the Shadow Realm had more to do with his own soul.

"A tourist? What a strange guy. Now, there is a commuter car over there that can take you around the whole of Revendreth, but you'd better obey Revendreth's rules, Kyrian."

This Venthyr pointed to a carriage platform not far away, signaled to Dasa that he could take a ride there, and then ignored him.

But from his erratic eyes, it can be seen that he is not worried about Dasa.

"Thanks."

Daza said and walked towards the carriage station.

Revenders gave him a feeling a bit like Europe in the Age of Enlightenment. The pitch-black forest, Gothic-style castles and manors together constitute the main tone of the environment here.

Dasana's tall stature was extremely eye-catching at the carriage station, and his appearance and attire also made him look out of place here.

When a public carriage came here, Dasa was embarrassed to find that he could only sit on the roof, because the contents of the carriage did not fit him.

Of course, even sitting on the roof of the car was a good experience for him, where he could look around the surrounding streets while blowing the wind of Revendreth.

As the carriage gradually moved towards the urban area, the scenery on both sides of the road also gradually changed, gradually changing from a black forest to a piece of wasteland, but if you look closely at the wasteland, you can clearly see the disorderly blocks standing in the middle of the road. The steles on the wasteland are like tombstones.

This sense of disorder gave Dasa an illusion like a mass grave.

The carriage continued to move forward, passing through this area like a mass grave, the bustling noise from a distance gradually became louder, and the light of the lights had already appeared in the darkness in the distance.

A bazaar appeared in front of him, and Dasa decided to get off here without thinking too much. He planned to use this bazaar as the starting point for his walking tour of Revendreth.

He didn't forget what he came to Revendreth for this trip, in order to gain a deeper understanding of things related to anima.

Dasa wants to learn to use the power of the heart, and this kind of power from the soul is probably the power that best matches him. The power of the soul and the body will be the most he will rely on after returning to Azeroth the strength.

In the bazaar outside the city, Dasa strolled here. Although he seemed so out of place with the surrounding Venthyrs, he didn't care at all.

He wandered in front of every stall in the market, trying to find something that he might be interested in, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything that he was interested in until he left the market.

The core area of ​​Revendreth is always Nathria Castle, where the creator of Revendreth, Denathrius, lived.

Even standing in the market outside the city, Dasa could still see the magnificent old castle.

Don't even think about entering the castle of Nasria, Dasa is very aware of this, so he just went around the periphery of the castle.

Soon, he made new discoveries here. He noticed a group of special guys, a group of stonemasons and the creations they carved.

But Dasa didn't intend to go forward to have an in-depth exchange. He just took a look and then continued towards the city.

"Really? A Kyrian came here?"

In Nathria Castle, Denathrius was sitting on his throne, holding an incomparably gorgeous cup in his hand, in which was liquefied anima like a blood donation.

He is currently listening to the report of his subordinates.

"Yes, Master. That special Kyrian is wandering around the city at the moment, is there something we should do?"

This Venthyr looked at Denathius very respectfully.

"Just keep an eye on him. There's no need to do anything else. Do you have the latest information?"

Denathius gracefully shook the gorgeous cup in his hand, but looked casually out of the window beside him.

"There is some troublesome information from those Nazrem."

This Venthyr looked a little awkward when he mentioned Nazrem.

"Oh? What is it?"

Hearing this, Denathius finally stopped shaking the cup in his hand.

"Those guys who have sneaked into the forces of the Holy Light say that a waste has been exposed recently, and the group of big glowing bulbs are looking for our location."

When Venthyr said this, his face was full of disdain.

"Tsk, this is indeed a problem. We really need to prepare."

When Denathius heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the Venthyr in front of him. His expression was no longer casual but became a little serious.

"Yes Master."

Venthyr nodded with his hands down.

"You just said that there is a special Kyrian coming, right?"

Denathius seemed to think of something, and looked at the other party.

"Yes, he's different from the other blue-skinned villains. He's more like the group of guys whose souls are still the same as before in the Blazing Blue Fairy Field."

Venthyr told Denathrius all the information he had collected about Dasa.

"It's interesting what you said. Keep an eye on him. If necessary, you can test him."

After Denathius finished speaking, he drank the heart energy in the cup in one gulp.

"Yes, Master."

Venthyr backed out after saluting respectfully.

Dasa has passed through the towering stone city wall at this moment, and entered the city. The inside is more lively than the outside, and more Venthyrs live here. They are either doing business, or preparing to complete themselves. work.

He didn't know at the moment that he was being targeted by Denathius.

As the exploration of Revendreth gradually deepened, Dasa's sense of novelty for this area also gradually declined, and there was almost nothing here that could attract him.

It's just that so far he hasn't figured out how to use the mind energy.

Daza knew that the Venthirs of Revendreth had a method of extracting anima, but he couldn't get in touch with those guys at all.

Thinking about it, how could this group of guys who mastered the stable technology related to the entire shadow world be so easily contacted by him?

It seems that this time I will only leave with regret.

When he was about to leave this city block with such regretful thoughts, a chaotic noise came from a distance, and Dasa heard it and looked over.

I saw a huge Cyclops roaring something, rushing out of the darkness, leaving only ruins and rubble wherever it went.

Many Winhill civilians were injured by it.

Daza looked at the scene in front of him, took off the Kryon-made sword and gun on his back without thinking much, and rushed forward.

He hasn't fought seriously for a long time, I hope this guy can give him a little passion for fighting.

In the soul state, he can't feel anger, can't feel any special energy, and it seems that all he can rely on is the special power brought by his unique soul body.

A special power that belongs to Kyrian.

Facing the rushing Dasa, the Cyclops just waved his palm and sent him out like a fly.

"Cough! Weak!"

Dasa was shot into the rubble beside him, this blow made him feel very uncomfortable, while feeling the changes in his body at this moment, he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy.

The goal of this cyclops seems to be clear, it wants to escape from the city, and its goal is the city gate.

"You want to run after hitting me?!"

Panting heavily, Dasa stood up unsteadily from the rubble, looked at the distant figure and rushed up without thinking too much.

It's not that he didn't think about why he lost his power after coming to the Shadow Realm. The answer is also very simple. His power comes from his strong body, and his soul is not that powerful.

Now, all he has to do is to make his soul stronger.

This is also a good trial!

The strength of this one-eyed giant cannot be underestimated. A group of gargoyles flying from the direction of the castle rushed towards it, but they were all smashed into pieces by it.

Revenders' troops are still being mobilized at the moment, and it is unknown when they will show up.

Holding the sword in his hand, Dasa caught up with the Cyclops, and stabbed the opponent's ankle vigorously with the sword in his hand. This blow penetrated the opponent's skin and penetrated deep into the muscle.

The Cyclops with an ankle injury fell all of a sudden because of the ankle injury, and it looked at Daza angrily.

One foot is injured, but it still has another foot!
It roared in a language that Dasa could not understand and rushed at him. This time, Dasa, who had been prepared, rolled over to avoid this attack. When he got up, he swung the sword and gun in his hand and seriously injured the opponent's other ankle. .

The Cyclops with both feet injured dropped a lot of mobility. It looked at Dasa resentfully. It didn't understand why the guy in front of him was hostile to him even though he was obviously not the guard of Revendreth.

"I don't understand what you said, but you must have not expressed any kindness."

Dasa held the sword and spear in both hands, and moved left and right to avoid the opponent's heavy punch, reaching the opponent's chest, and jumped up to hold the gun.

The sword and spear pierced the Cyclops' chest.

The impact brought by Dasa even made the Cyclops, who was originally bent over, be turned upside down.

Seeing the Cyclops who was motionless, Dasa pulled out the sword and gun stuck in the opponent's chest and then slammed it down fiercely at the opponent's one-eyed giant.

Let the "blood" sprayed out by the opponent bathe his whole body.

It was not until Revendreth's troops arrived that he jumped off the dying giant, and the prisoner who had escaped from the castle was taken back again.

"A unique Kyrian indeed, I almost thought that guy was from Maldraxxus."

Denathius looked at the prostrating Winthir servant beside him with a smile on his face.

"Master, shall we continue the trial?"

This Winhill said carefully.

"It's not necessary, it's just a special Kyrian."

Denathius smiled confidently, his eyes still overlooking his country outside the castle window.

And Dasa was standing in place at the moment, he felt some changes in his body after the battle just ended, he seemed to be a little stronger than before.

Yes, is that guy's mind capable?

When Daza came back to his senses, the blood sprayed on him from the Cyclops disappeared at some point, or was absorbed by his body.

Is the function of the heart energy originally like this?

Fighting, capturing the opponent's heart energy?

ha!Are you in the Shadow Realm?
Instead of coming to a place like Lost Continent Rhodeland?
He is a dead man, not an undead man, and he is not a group of obsessed lunatics who are chasing after soul and fire.
However, if he can really strengthen himself by plundering and devouring the opponent's heart energy through fighting, then it seems that it is nothing to be an undead person even once.

Thinking of this, Dasa suddenly felt that his thoughts had become clear.

Revendreth, does not have the opportunity to fight often, and neither does the promotion Bastion and Blazing Celestial Fields.

There is only one place in the entire Shadow Realm where there are almost endless battles, and that is Maldraxxus.

"Very well, the next destination is Maldraxxus!"

Daza had already figured out the path he was going to take, so there was no need to stay in Revendreth.

He is going to go to the real barracks of the shadow world next, the real side of the terrible power of the shadow world.

He left the city in a public carriage, passed through the wilderness like a mass grave again, passed through the dark forest, and finally returned to the road marker.

"That Kyrian has left, Master."

Venthir's servant once again informed Denathius of Dasa's whereabouts.

"I see, it's just a little Grian. It won't make any waves, so don't worry about it anymore."

After Denathius finished speaking, he drank the bright red heart energy in the cup in his hand again in one gulp.

It's just a Kyrian, there's no need to pay too much attention to it.

"Welcome to Maldraxxus! Are you here to become the arena champion?! Then, go!"

(End of this chapter)