Chapter 281: Turmoil in Dark City, Luode's Plan

More than ten days later, the matter of Xierwanas' resurrection had developed to an uncontrollable point.

"My sister, it seems I have no choice but to leave; otherwise these mages would love to tear me apart." Xierwanas said somewhat speechlessly.

These days she has truly had enough, and troubles keep coming one after another; even bad news has arrived from Dark City.

As Luode said, if she stays longer, she fears she will have to fight her way out to return to Dark City.

Moreover, the power of the Sharingan she displayed also greatly surprised these mages; those eyes turning blood‑red are somewhat like the eyes of the undead.

However, it is not the same; her powerful illusion‑control ability indeed makes these mages very wary! If that day she had not lost her temper and controlled that mage, troubles would likely keep coming; these mages have probably been studying how to break her illusion‑hypnosis lately? But you overthink—illusion‑hypnosis is only one of the basic abilities of these eyes, and these eyes have greatly increased her combat power.

"Sister! Those people! Actually, actually I can understand their feelings; what happened to you is truly too miraculous." Wenleisa said.

Indeed, not to mention those mages outside, even he himself has developed some greed.

You should know that their little brother, the youngest child of the family, died at the hands of orcs; this has been the pain of the three sisters all along.

Therefore Wenleisa very much wants to ask her sister whether there is any way to resurrect her own brother.

But when the words reached her lips, she could not speak them out; what price does this resurrection entail, and she does not know whether the wilderness demigod will choose to act again.

"I know what you're thinking! Leave this matter to me to handle! You don't need to worry about it anymore; if you have free time later, come to Dark City to see me. I might not come to Dalaran again." Xierwanas said.

He naturally understands what his sister wants to say; Luode also clearly told him that his younger brother can indeed be resurrected. But the trouble is how to solve some problems.

Once resurrected, the matter will be exposed; then everyone who wants to resurrect their relatives will keep coming, for everyone has regrets and wants to bring back the dead, and Luode will be overwhelmed.

"Sister, I, I also want to help you, no matter" Wenleisa said.

No matter what the price, as long as the demigod is willing to act, she is willing to pay it.

"No no no, that sentence must never be spoken; you don't understand that guy, alright, I'm leaving now." Xierwanas rolled her eyes at her sister and said.

She knows all too well what kind of person her man is; don't come up to her like a little lamb offering yourself.

Xierwanas' eyes switched again to a red six‑pointed star pattern; a surge of spatial power erupted, and Xierwanas' figure vanished directly, leaving Dalaran; this time she left without even using a teleportation array.

"Such spatial magic, goodness! No arcane fluctuation at all, truly amazing." Roning appeared in the room, stroking his chin as he spoke.

"Because you mages' thirst for knowledge is too strong, that's why sister left; she merely came back to life, yet you want to do that to her." Wenleisa looked at her husband and shouted angrily.

I have given up everything and followed this man, but what he does disappoints me; he completely failed to protect my sister.

Instead, he lets those mages come to the door; even he himself is very interested in that miraculous resurrection magic.

"I am your husband! But I am also a member of the Dalaran Kirin Tor Six‑Person Council; last time, Xierwanas attacked that mage for no reason. You think who stepped in to settle it?" Roning shrugged helplessly and said.

Please! He grew up in this city since childhood; some of them were even his teachers who taught him magic; moreover, they are merely curious about the resurrected Xierwanas.

As a mage, he can understand, for he is also very curious; if it were not his wife's sister, he would have acted long ago.

These days he has also helped block many people; otherwise, those coming to the door would not just be Dalaran mages, but he is already almost unable to withstand the pressure.

So yesterday he secretly hinted at the meaning to Xierwanas, and Xierwanas agreed to say goodbye to her sister before leaving.

"Hmph!" Obviously, Wenleisa is not buying it.

"Dear, I plan to take you to Silvermoon City to visit relatives, or to Dark City to visit relatives." Roning suddenly said at this moment.

"What do you mean?" Wenleisa frowned.

Roning looked at his wife helplessly; this girl is good in every way—gentle, graceful, possesses great strength, and is beautiful, but sometimes she is just a bit slow‑witted.

"Please! What else could it be? If they can't find Xierwanas they will turn their attention to you, so while the situation is still not out of control we two must hurry and take the kids and flee!" Roning helplessly explained the current situation to his wife.

"I really regret coming to settle in this city; I thought this city was friendly to all high elves." Wenleisa snorted coldly.

How filthy! Sister's affair is not over yet, and they actually set their sights on me; please! I am not some resurrected dead life.

"Believe me, this matter has just begun to spread; some lunatics may very well use you; I have already agreed with the other members of the Dalaran Kirin Tor Six‑Person Council.

They all agree I may temporarily leave for a period, so pick a place! Are we going to Dark City or Silvermoon City?"

Actually, Dalaran has done quite well in this matter; they are still relatively polite toward Xierwanas.

Only an old mage speaks somewhat inappropriately, but those other forces soon to arrive at Dark City will not be so courteous.

Moreover, some of them are hostile to both Dark City and the Alliance‑Horde factions, and they also want to obtain the secret on Xierwanas' body.

"What would I do in Silvermoon City? I don't know many people there; if we go, let's go to Dark City—why didn't you tell us earlier that we should have followed sister when she left?"

"Please! I originally planned for our family to leave together with your sister via teleportation array; who knew your sister would leave so hastily, disappearing directly." Is this my fault? He originally thought that after the sisters said their goodbyes, he would come out to tell his wife this good news, then they and Wenleisa's sister would all go to Dark City to escape danger together.

As for Silvermoon City, it is merely a backup plan, because Roning still has one thing he worries about.

That is, after resurrection, can Xierwanas still be the Banshee Queen of Dark City? When everyone is of the same kind, they all respect you, but you are a living person ruling over a group of undead; the meaning then is different.

"Hmph! Then hurry up! I'll go fetch the kids, you pack your bags." Wenleisa snorted coldly, picked up her bow and slung it on her back, then turned and walked toward the room of her two little children.

Roning also sighed helplessly; please, I have already tried my best; otherwise we two would not even think of leaving. You don't know how crazy those outside forces have become, bringing children along to arrive at Dalaran's teleportation array.

After a flash of light, Xierwanas, whose face had darkened, reappeared in Dark City.

This time she stayed in the Dalaran region for only half a month before being forced to leave.

"How come your complexion looks off?" Luode sat in the throne hall of Dark City, smiling as he looked at Xierwanas.

Just as I thought, this queen‑adult's visit to relatives seems not to have gone smoothly.

"Damn it, I've had enough of those mages, and also of those other forces; they all want to probe the secret of my complete resurrection."

"This is only human nature; if my relatives died and I happened to see a glimmer of a resurrection opportunity, I would also grab it like a lifeline."

"Hmph! Those idiots actually want to use my body for experiments, and even claim they want to investigate the secret of my resurrection.

Saying it will benefit all of Azeroth, spoken righteously—who doesn't know what they really want to do?"

"Hahaha! Once you've dealt with Dalaran's affairs, you should handle Dark City's affairs.

You should know that Dark City has not been very peaceful lately; many of your subordinates are already restless." Luode said, stroking his chin.

Indeed, after staying ten days in the pirate world, I must return to Dark City to take charge of the overall situation.

Now, aside from some dark rangers who are die‑hard fans of the queen, other undead have also begun to stir restlessly.

"Dark City! Please don't tell me Dark City has also run into trouble!"

"You must understand that you were able to rule here before because you were the Banshee Queen, you were just like them—undead; but now you are not."

As for your transformed state as the Banshee Queen, it's merely a transformation effect.

Now that you're a living person, if you share all this with them, it's still okay.

"But if you're unwilling to share, then unless you forcibly control them, these Forsaken will no longer obey your commands." Luode said.

Originally, due to the Artificial Devil Fruit, the trust of the Undercity's Forsaken toward their queen increased by one level.

But because of Sylvanas's resurrection, it decreased by another level.

This is human greed; previously these Forsaken only thought of revenge, seeking vengeance against Arthas, wanting to obtain the Artificial Devil Fruit to gain a feeling.

But now they will think of one thing: wanting to be resurrected.

Moreover, not only other factions within the Undercity's Horde, but Thrall also wrote a letter inquiring, what exactly are the limitations of this resurrection technique.

"Whether it can resurrect the former Horde hero Grommash Hellcream, or even his parents." Luode said.

Resurrecting these Azeroth individuals, if only a few, he can indeed do so by consuming some chakra energy, forcibly pulling the opponent's soul from the Shadow Realm.

But if the number is too many, it will certainly arouse suspicion from the Shadow Realm, at which point the entire Shadow Realm will have to oppose them.

So Luode has decided that in the Azeroth world, he will absolutely not lightly use his own resurrection technique, otherwise there would be too many troubles.

The Outer Path Samsara Innate Technique has relatively strict resurrection conditions; although there is no time limit on death, nor limits like dying of old age or illness, it also requires the soul and body to exist simultaneously.

Moreover, resurrecting some mortals is fine, but if it's a demigod-level existence, even Luode now might have half of his life energy drained. (Because he ate the chakra fruit, the side effects have lessened somewhat; when he just obtained the Samsara Eye, resurrecting a demigod required exchanging his life.) At the moment Sylvanas fell into silence, the Undercity's teleportation array lit up again, and Rhonin arrived with Vereesa and his two sons.

"How did you guys get here? Weren't you living fine in Dalaran?" Sylvanas asked her sister, looking puzzled.

"Well, things are like this, sister, so we had no choice but to come seek refuge with you." Vereesa told Sylvanas the whole story.

"Long time no see, Lord Luode!" Rhonin stepped forward and bowed.

"Since you've come, stay; I will protect you.

"Dear! Can you temporarily send my sister and them to Wano Country?" Sylvanas turned her head to look at Luode.

"Hehe! Don't worry, it's completely unnecessary; I already have a way to make all the Undercity's undead continue to serve you, while also changing their state.

"What do you mean by leaving? Do you think I've been eating plain rice these days?" "What other methods do you have?"

"Actually, the Impure World Reincarnation technique will produce an unexpected effect; this resurrection is far better than the undead state." Luode said with a sneer.

There are many solutions, but the best is this one.

"Impure World Reincarnation! You wouldn't be thinking of performing Impure World Reincarnation on all the Forsaken, would you?"

"Um, may I ask what's special about this technique?" Rhonin's intense thirst for knowledge suddenly blazed.

"Oh, you're interested too? If you are, I'll just demonstrate it for you." Luode said with a mysterious smile.

Taking this opportunity, let the people of Azeroth witness a new kind of undead magic, which is far superior to your usual resurrection of zombies or skeletons.

"Please be sure to let me witness it!" Rhonin's eyes flashed with a hint of fervor. (End of chapter)