Who am I? How could he forget? I remember that I'm a bard, right? I roam the land with my harp and play my song.
" Navenmoor, be serious. We're in a battle meeting.”A cold voice rang out, and the man called Navenmoor looked up in shock. He realized that the breeze, green land, and harp he had imagined did not exist. He was now in a dark room with a dozen people sitting at a long table. It didn't seem right to say that they were humans, because some of the creatures didn't look like humans at all.
The person who spoke was a man with long, frosty hair. For some reason, Navenmore found him familiar.
Nevermore? Was that his name? Shouldn't he be a bard? How could there be such an unromantic name?
Abaddon was speechless as he looked at his comrade who was in a daze.
"This is an old habit of his. He probably forgot who he is again.”A woman beside Abaddon said. She had long green hair that burned like flames. She was not human, but a banshee.
"Oh, is this the love between a Banshee and an Undead Knight? This will be very good material." The dazed Navenmore was suddenly stunned. He took out a pen and paper from somewhere and started writing in the middle of the demons.
"Looks like the situation this time around is very serious…" Abaddon covered his forehead and said helplessly.
"Why don't we ask the Lich King to take a look?”A skeleton suggested. He was the Skeleton King.
"Time doesn't allow for that. Let's not care about that. As long as he stands in front of his army during the battle, the guards will probably be scared out of their wits.”The Skeleton King nodded. The infamous name of Navenmoor had been known throughout the continent for a long time.
"Niven Moore…" Abaddon called out to Nevenmore, who was immersed in his own world.
"Mr. Knight, what can I do for you?”Abaddon covered his face and endured it. He pointed at the map and said," This place has a lot of materials. If you go there, you'll definitely get a lot of inspiration.”
"Oh?" " You're right." Navenmoor's eyes lit up as he entered poet mode." Please let me go there."”
"Yes, you can go there immediately. I will send many people to escort you.”Abaddon nodded and said to a winged demon. "Banara, you'll be in charge of taking care of Navenmoor. When the battle starts, just let him stay in the place where he's supervising the battle.”
"That's for sure, Lord Abaddon.”the demon called Banara said.
"Then, for the Lich King, we must win!”Abaddon suddenly stood up and roared.
"For the catastrophe, for the Lich King!”All the demons in the room roared in anger, except for Navenmore, who still had a blank expression on his face.
Calamity, Lich King, why did it feel so familiar? Strange?
When Shadow Demon Navenmoor was engaged in battle, he could absorb souls to increase his strength. He could also use his soul-enhanced attacks and powerful spiritual attacks to defeat his opponents. In the eyes of the few survivors who had encountered him, Shadow Demon Navenmoor was the most terrifying opponent. Those who were brutally killed by him had seen what the world's most despicable killing methods were.
It was said that Shadow Demon Navenmoor had the soul of a poet, but in fact, he had devoured thousands of poet souls. For thousands of years, he had collected all kinds of souls, including poets, priests, emperors, beggars, slaves, philosophers, criminals, and of course, heroes. He possessed all kinds of souls in the world. However, no one knew what he collected these souls for. No one had ever been able to peek into the secrets of the Shadow Demon's Soul Abyss. He extended his soul tentacles from the Soul Abyss and extended them into the mental plane. Did he devour the souls one by one? Or should he store the souls in his Shadow Fear Temple? Or would he soak his soul in the Pool of Dead Souls? Was he just a puppet controlled by a demon puppet master to enter the world through the dimensional rift? Although there were different opinions, no one could see through the layers of evil under his dark halo. However, if you really want to know the fate of those souls, there is a way to help you achieve your wish: Mortal, offer your soul to the shadow demon, or wait for the demon king to harvest it!
It was also because of this that Navenmore would occasionally experience some symptoms of mental disorder, such as suddenly forgetting who he was or treating himself as someone else.
Over time, his demon companions had gotten used to it, and they were no longer surprised when Nevenmore said something strange. At most, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
For example, when you were discussing the situation with him, he would suddenly ask you what you think of the music I just played.
Or when the Lich King summoned him, he would ask the other party's ashen expression," What can I do for you, beautiful lady?"
In short, the Scourge's evaluation of Navenmoor was that he was powerful, cold, and naturally dull. Don't wonder why there was such a comment. It seemed like it was said by Navenmore himself. It was said to be a language from a strange soul world, and that was what it meant.
Just as all the demons thought that Navenmoor's illness was acting up again and didn't care much, the soul that made up Navenmoor's body began to show signs of chaos.
Where was this place? Didn't I die? Oh right, what's my name again?
"Lord Navenmore, what's wrong?”Banara asked curiously when she saw Navenmore suddenly stop walking.
"F * ck, Night Demon? Wait, what did you say? What did you call me?”Navenmoor, or rather, an unknown soul in his body, looked at Banara and suddenly let out a strange cry.
"Lord Navenmore, you're seriously ill this time.”Banara said solemnly.
"What is it? You call me Niven Moore? Shadow Demon? SF？”
"Sir, please calm down for a moment.”Bana pulled the agitated young man. Nevenmore had been changing his body into a young man's appearance for the past few days, which puzzled the demons. Even when Nevenmore's paranoia was at its peak, he maintained his dark demon form, not the appearance of a lowly human.
Calm down, I need to calm down…First of all, I died. I was originally living on Earth. I remembered many things, but at the same time, I forgot many things, such as my name. If I wasn't dreaming, then the person in front of me was the Nightstalker. He called me Navenmoor, then...
"I understand!" Navenmore suddenly shouted.
"Sir, what do you understand?" Banara asked carefully.
Navenmore immediately covered his mouth." It's nothing. Let's go. Where are we going?"”
"Oh, oh, I went to look for material for your new poem.”Banara said. The most important thing now was to trick Navenmore into going to the front line.
Collecting poetry material? When did Niven Moore become a poet? Shouldn't he be topless and do it with the guards?
This was what the soul from Earth thought. For some reason, this soul had come to this world, and for some reason, this soul had not been assimilated by Navenmore. Instead, it seemed to have fused with the real Navenmore. No matter what, he was now Navenmore, a brand new Navenmore with some strange memories.
War was the only main theme of this world. The Calamity and the Sentinel Guards, two forces that would not rest until one of them died, the flames of war spread throughout the entire land. A war could sometimes last for decades…
This was a small forest. There was no aura of war. Occasionally, birds would chirp. In front of a small lake, a young man was gently playing the harp in his hand.
Shua, shua, shua. At this moment, countless soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions and surrounded the two of them with stunned expressions.
"Hahaha, well done, Tracy. This is a great achievement.”Accompanied by a somewhat arrogant laugh, a figure slowly appeared. The cold crescent blades revealed a bone-piercing chill.
Anti-Mage, Magina.
"What is going on? Magina, you need to give me an explanation!”Tracy said angrily. She did not expect her ally to follow her.
"You can ask your beloved lover about that, Mr. Navenmore. Do you still want to continue pretending now?”Magina said with a mocking tone.
Navenmoor! This name was taboo! The most cruel and cold-blooded demon in the Scourge Army. Countless heroes had died in his hands!
"How is this possible…" Tracy muttered to herself as she looked at her lover in disbelief.
Navenmore smiled bitterly. Had he still been discovered…He should have guessed it. Tracy's words were simply a replica of him returning to his hometown and getting married after this war!
"Tracey, I only have one thing to say. My soul is evil, but my love is flawless.”Navenmoor pushed Tracy away, and a pitch-black flame slowly ignited.
"Uhahahaha... Your，soul，is，mine!”
The battle was about to start!
Tracey looked at the pitch-black figure surrounded by countless soldiers in a daze.
The scenes in his mind kept replaying. One moment, it was the sweet scenes of him and his lover, and the next moment, it was the bloody rain on the battlefield. That black and flamboyant figure was defeated every time he faced him…
It turned out that his so-called victory, glory, and praise were all given by his lover…
My soul is evil, but my love is flawless!
"No!" Tracy shouted and pounced at the black figure. From afar, an arrow that was shining with moonlight tore through the air.
Moon God Arrow!
Blood splattered everywhere. Navenmore's body was startled, and the black color quickly faded away. He tightly hugged the slender body that had fallen from the sky.
"Why…I'm just a demon…" Navenmore looked at the smiling face in his arms and asked absent-mindedly.
"I can feel your love." Tracy smiled, a blissful smile. "Darling, I love you…" Tracy tried to lift her head to kiss Navenmore's face, but the breath of life had already left her body.
"Surrender! You demon!" The soldiers slowly dispersed, and the Moon Maiden riding the white tiger and Majina wielding two sabers slowly approached. Navenmoor did not say a word. He only gently closed Tracy's eyes.
" Darling, come and listen. The souls I have spent my entire life collecting…I'll play this elegy just for you…"
"Not good! Retreat quickly!" The Moon Maiden turned pale with fright, but it was all too late. In the next moment, a pitch-black light enveloped the entire forest.
Calamity Calendar Year 667 Expedition War Left Wing Army had temporarily retreated due to the death of their commander, Navenmoor. Of course, the Guards had also lost three great heroes, Magina, Tracy, and the Moon Maidens.
Nevenmore was immortal. As long as there was a soul in the Soul Abyss, Nevenmore was immortal. However, the Lich King was shocked to find that there was not a single soul in the Soul Abyss that was filled with countless wailing souls. Nevenmore had disappeared from this world. As for whether he was alive or dead, no one knew.
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