Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 493 Processing
They didn't understand why this happened, but no matter what the reason was that drove Nosher to make this choice, no one wanted to waste this opportunity. On the contrary, they cherished the opportunity to have this room for maneuver.

Because of this, the smarter derivatives quietly put aside their uneasy hearts, chose to enjoy the present, and watch this fantasy that could only appear in their boldest dreams!

But... as time went by, the situation gradually changed. Within five minutes after Noshir began to torture Kazakul, all the derivatives present were filled with joy and excitement. They were eager to see the monster that had tortured them for hundreds of years being destroyed by another more powerful monster!

But when the torture lasted for more than five minutes, when they saw Cazador trying his best to stimulate his survival instinct, trying his best to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, and squeezing every drop of blood in his body just to survive, but Noshir quickly tore off his limbs, tore open his flesh, took out his internal organs, and broke his bones, they actually felt a little bit of... very, very strange emotion in their hearts.

At first, Asdalen didn't even realize what that emotion was. It was not until this torture lasted for a full 15 minutes that he listened quietly to Cazador's miserable and desperate wails and screams that he finally figured out the name of that emotion, and the name of that emotion... was called intolerance.

Yes, although it was very difficult to say, even Asdalen had never thought that one day he would have such emotions towards Kazador, the slave owner who had tortured him for more than 200 years! But at this time Asdalen did not find it strange at all. The reason was very simple, so simple that it was right in front of them.

The fact that this kind of emotion could arise in the hearts of Asdalen and all the other derivatives watching around him could only mean one thing!

Kazador... He was tortured! It was so miserable! So miserable that even the mentality of the derivatives gradually changed!
Yes, that's right, Cazadol had tortured them before! But that torture was also measured. This bastard crushed their dignity, destroyed their hearts, and left them with nothing but fear...

Thinking of this, the reluctance in Astelan's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

But... this was not the point of his previous remarks. What he really wanted to say was that even if Cazador had tortured them before, he had never really taken the lives of these derivative brothers.

But Noshil was different. Asdalen could see that the guy in front of him was fully capable of killing Kazador instantly, but he deliberately left him a breath and enough space to recover, but other than that he would never let Kazador think for even a second.

He really knew the limit of Kazador's recovery ability, and he danced madly on his death line, relying on the fact that the vampire lord's vitality was very strong and he would not die easily! There was no elegance in his torture at all! There was only endless violence that was more terrifying and brutal than the craziest beast!
This brutal performance not only completely crushed the last bit of rationality in Cazador's heart, but also deeply shocked the surrounding vampire derivatives, leaving a very deep memory in their hearts and breaking their impression of a heroic figure!

Now no one among all the derivatives present wants to die. If this is the process of death at Noshir’s hands, they would rather run outside to bask in the sun immediately!

Asdalen and the others watched the execution in silence with conflicted feelings until it was over. However, it was not until nearly half an hour later that Noshir finally stopped this horrific torture that showed no mercy and was filled with endless violence!
At this time, Cazador had almost been drained of every last drop of blood by Noshil. His skin became full of wrinkles, his hair became dry and pale, and much of it had even begun to fall off naturally. The limbs that had been violently torn apart by Noshil and then regenerated were now large and small, full of irregular deformities.

Ugly! Too ugly! For a vampire lord, such an ending is so undignified! Noshir has completely destroyed Kazador, both physically and mentally. Generally speaking, people of the level of vampire lords will not fall into such a state, because if they want to deliberately seek death, it is actually very simple. As long as the blood supply in the body is stopped and the hematopoietic function of the cells is suppressed, the vampire lord will immediately fall into a deep sleep. If the enemies outside are still attacking at this time, the vampire lord will soon lose his life.

But... the oppression brought by Noshier was too severe. Cazador's spirit completely collapsed in extreme pain, tremendous pressure, and the environment of being abandoned by his friends and relatives. He could only instinctively obey his desire to survive and madly squeeze the cells in his body until they were far beyond the limit.

The reason why his appearance had changed so drastically was because he had squeezed the blood production of his body's cells beyond the limit, causing his vitality to be consumed too severely, which led to his disgusting appearance in the end.

"call……"

Nosher stood up from a pool of blood, wiped the blood off his cheek with an iron glove, then looked around, and finally scratched his head in confusion.

It seemed that he had gone a little too far. The distance between those derivatives and it was about ten meters away, but now this ten-meter distance was almost filled with Cazador's blood and flesh. This time he was really killing it.

However, looking at those derivatives who had huddled together, trembling, but still holding up their shaking thighs and not running away, Noshil felt that doing so seemed to be okay.

Noshil deliberately made such a brutal act. After all, it was absolutely impossible for him alone to deal with nearly 7000 vampires, because he had no ability to restrain so many vampires to listen to him. If he wanted to lead them into the underworld, he would have to rely on the cooperation of the seven vampires present.

But he couldn't just let them all go without taking any precautions. After all, if this matter wasn't handled properly, it would be a major disaster that could affect the entire Baldur's Gate. So he had to carve a mark in the hearts of the derivatives, an instinct, an alternative fear. He estimated that today's performance should be enough to scare these guys.

Although Noshir did not deny that there was a latent bloodthirsty desire hidden in his body, which gave him the instinct to be fearless in battle, once he encountered an opportunity to fully display it...

Well, fortunately he still has his sense.

(End of this chapter)