Azeroth Shadow Trail

1364 Chapter 114

"Among all the legends about me, I am not a miserly ruler, my dear servant."

In the cold and dark bilge of the Reaper, in the magic mirror in front of Braike, Emperor Denathius waved his hand. He put the blood-red wine glass in his hand and looked at it in a more gentle and formal manner. To Bu Laike.

He said:

"I know that people who have made outstanding contributions should be rewarded according to their contributions. If I don't make clear rewards and punishments, then my followers will soon lose their morality.

I can be cruel to the Venthyr because they are my sons, and they exist by my will.

But you are not.

You come from the stars of matter, you are a being of flesh and blood, you are to us a guest in another world, and I cannot do to you what I do to my subjects, my dear Laike.

I must give you enough rewards to satisfy and look forward to, so that I can continue to ask you to dedicate your loyalty to me with peace of mind. I have always known how expensive loyalty is.

Tell me, Boo Laike, what do you want from me? "

The emperor smiled lightly and said:

"You don't need to be detained, tell me everything you desire, and I will do my best to meet your needs. Your dedication is worthy of my generosity."

"Uh"

Bo Laike wanted to be polite.

But thinking that the person who is talking to him is an eternal person who has lived for an unknown number of years, the age of the emperor in front of him is probably much older than a titan like Sargeras.

He is also an old and cunning Venthyr who is good at plotting, so there is no need to try to pretend in front of such a guy.

So the smelly pirate rubbed his hands and said to the magic mirror:

"Then, I will not be polite, my lord."

"Speak, I'm listening."

Denathrius the Great maintained a gentle posture, his blood-red eyes staring at Bo Laike through the mirror, as if looking into the pirate's soul.

This is a gaze separated by the curtain of life and death, a dialogue separated by countless worlds.

The conversation alone is legendary enough.

"I am facing a war, my dear majesty, I know that your eyes are looking at the stars, and you are not interested in the mortal disputes, and I also know that my war is as boring as the conflict of ants in your eyes.

But since I just found a master for Frostmourne, and thus offended most of the world, I will not get any support in the next war. "

The pirate made a pitiful look, and said to Denathius the Great:

"I can only rely on my own weak fleet to fight against most of Azeroth's strength. This is too difficult. I need a strong, loyal, and brave army that can sweep away all enemies.

I take the liberty of begging you to lend me your mighty Stoneborn Legion.

As for the lease term, five hundred years would be fine. "

"You really have eyes, Bo Laike."

Emperor Denathius laughed, and he said:

"At a glance, I picked the only army under my command that can pass through the veil of life and death at this time, but my Stoneborn Legion is responsible for maintaining the order in Revendreth, and I can't give you too much.

Three thousand people, is that enough? "

"Enough, enough!"

Bo Laike's eyes lit up.

I thought that Emperor Denathrius was generous, and he said that he had a Stoneborn army of 3,000 people. To be honest, the pirates thought that it would be great if they could borrow 500 people.

That's Stoneborn.

Just a simple description of this peculiar race is enough. The stone descendants of Revendreth once repelled the naaru army that invaded that dead country in the long past!

A large legion of naaru of the Light failed in Revendreth, and that failure was one of the reasons for the split of the naaru.

Emperor Denathrius didn't even do it himself, and relied on the stone descendants to repel the naaru. The fighting power of these rock life can be seen.

They are proper legendary races!

Just like a dragon.

Of course, the individual combat power of the Stoneborn was not as exaggerated as that of the giant dragon, but an army of 3,000 Stoneborn was enough for the stinky pirates to sweep across the entire frozen sea.

"Then, three thousand stoneborn pioneers, I will assign an excellent commander to lead them to Azeroth to join you."

Denathrius put his hands together and said to Bu Laike:

"They will serve you as your personal guard for five hundred years, and even if you unfortunately die and come to the Shadow Realm, they will continue to serve you.

But to be honest, this award is not enough for your excellent contribution.

I can give you more, Boo Laike.

Speak.

What more do you want? "

"Your generosity puts to shame all the great men of the whole material star, my dear majesty."

The stinky pirate made a compliment.

The next moment, he raised his head and said:

"As your loyal servant, I probably shouldn't be greedy and ask for more, but there is one thing I must get a fair verdict from you.

While I am serving your cause, your nathrezim are interfering, apparently putting their own reputation and idle pride ahead of your cause.

This is unbearable for a loyal servant like me!

Their messing around almost derailed my plan, especially that nasty and arrogant Jin Tessa, who relied on your favor to run amok and almost caused an unending situation in Dellano and Azeroth.

And her stupid failure this time has also seriously affected the Nathrezim's right to speak in the Burning Legion, which will directly interfere with the efficiency of the Dreadlords serving you.

I hope she gets punished!

And this punishment should be inflicted on her by me. "

"Huh? Are you snitching on me? My servant."

Bu Laike's private complaint made Denathrius laugh.

The Eternal looked at Bu Laike's standard "little man's success" look. The pirate interpreted the image of a "court jester" so realistically and exaggeratedly that the emperor laughed while clutching his stomach.

He the Eternal has not been this happy for a long time.

But after laughing, the emperor who was in a good mood turned his face straight. He raised his finger and said to Bu Laike:

"However, my loyal Jin Tessa also submitted a complaint about you to me yesterday. Her statement is exactly the same as yours. She is also accusing you of relying on my trust to act recklessly and severely disrupt the plans of the Nathrezims. .

She said that she could have done the Frostmourne swordbearer before, insisting that Velen is a better Lich King than Anduin Lothar. "

"Ah, pardon my subsequent rudeness, my honorable majesty, but there is no doubt that Jin Tessa is farting!"

Bu Laike scolded indignantly:

"Velen's weakness and his hesitation have been clearly demonstrated in the past tens of thousands of years. He is a soul enlightened by the Holy Light. In my opinion, it is meaningless after stripping him of his sacred identity.

You, the omniscient, are well aware of the Achilles' heels in Velen's soul, which can be exploited by enemies against him once he becomes the Lich King.

If it were I would attack Velen.

three days!

Three days maximum I can make that weak prophet choose suicide.

How could such a soul be the most perfect sword-bearer for Frostmourne? He can't control the sword of domination forged by the master himself at all, and he will become a failure in your grand plan!

More importantly, Velen was missed by Kil'jaeden.

The identity of that prophet is too complicated, which will affect the advancement of your great cause, so Jin Taisha is just shirking responsibility. "

The stinky pirate blinked, and said shamelessly and frankly to Emperor Denathius:

"Her plot was easily destroyed by me, and my plot was carried out to the end under her obstruction, which is enough to show that my plot is 10,000 times more perfect than her ridiculous plot!

I have heard that a love of intrigue is an admirable virtue in your realm of Revendreth.

So, even if you don't start from the result, just from the perspective of dark wisdom, Jin Taisha is an out-and-out loser. Working with such a loser, how can you do a great job for Your Majesty?

She simply does not have the ability to command Nathrezim!

My lord, she needs to be dispatched to my side and follow me to learn the wisdom of conspiracy. With her dull aptitude, I think it will take her at least 10,000 years to learn my dark wisdom."

"You speak well, Boo Laike."

Emperor Denathrius raised his hands, applauded and said:

"I'm convinced by you, I can't find any reason to refute you, if you were born in Revendreth, you will definitely become the most terrible court jester in the history of this blood country.

But I don't hate your sophistry.

You are right, in my country, being keen on intrigue is a virtue that should be celebrated.

Just do as you say, Jintaisha's shameful failure has cost her my favor, and she will be exiled to your side as your servant.

sentence

a thousand years!

I hope this punishment can cheer up the Nathrezim who have been tired for thousands of years. As the offspring I have shaped, their performance in the material world really disappoints me. "

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty."

Bu Laike got two copies of what he longed for in a row, and he had a ridiculous idea of ​​"or surrender to the endless emperor".

But soon, the new mission proposed by Emperor Denathrius made the pirates dispel all the commotion in an instant.

In front of his eyes, the Eternal One picked up the wine glass of blood again, and he gently shook the beautiful liquid in front of his eyes, the bright red wine and his dark red eyes reflected each other.

In the background of the sumptuous palace and the music, Denathrius the Great said softly:

"The Nathrezim made a suggestion to me. They said that Anduin Lothar's aptitude still needs to be observed, and the 'Helm of Domination' that can make him truly the spokesperson of the death force in the material world also needs It can only be given after Lothar shows his ability.

I also had to be a little cautious.

After all, his existence is related to my planning a whole eternity career, so go and help Lothar, my dear servant. Raise a storm of death in the magical Azeroth

I want to see the imbalance of life and death in that world, and I want to see the abilities of the Lich King you have chosen for me.

If he can't, if he disappoints me, then I have to choose another life. Fortunately, I am very patient, and I also think that patience is the only virtue. "

"The dreadlords are simply unwilling to fail, my lord."

Bu Laike complained:

"You have been bewitched by those shameless jesters with three tongues. Such an assessment is unnecessary. The Burning Legion is about to attack Azeroth, and a protracted battle that is rare among the stars is about to begin.

The accumulated deaths in this battle are enough to make you break the balance of life and death. And if Lothar gets the Helm of Domination, this victory that belongs to you will only come faster. "

"You're trying to seduce me, Boo Laike."

The smile on the face of Denathrius the Great was gone, his blood-red eyes fixed on Bu Laike, and he said:

"You are making a terrible attempt, which may mean that your loyalty is not pure, but I am not worried about these, I just made the most appropriate judgment based on my interests.

Do you disagree with this?

Is it because my choice will affect your interests? My dear servant, are you putting your own interests before mine?

Like you just accused the Nathrezim. "

"NO, I have not."

The pirate shrugged and said with a smile:

"I am just offering you my suggestion, my wise majesty, but if this is your final decision, then as a loyal servant, I will naturally follow your will.

A storm of death across Azeroth, right?

You will see!

But in order to achieve this goal, I need to take the liberty of borrowing one more thing from you. "

Boo Laike made a flashy move.

He said to Denathrius the Great:

"The last prisoner of the War of Light and Darkness that broke out on the borderlands of Revendreth in the endless ages ago, the ancestor Naaru who was imprisoned by you in the Hall of Atonement.

I know her name is 'Zlali' from other naaru.

Her existence is nothing more than a symbol of pleasure and punishment to you, but if she falls into my hands, she can easily bring you more deaths.

I need her!

It is just to send her to the material world in a suitable way, so that she cannot be suspicious. "

"What do you want her to do?"

Denathrius the Great frowned and said:

"A frail progenitor naaru on the verge of madness, I don't see how I can gain from freeing her."

"No, no, my dear majesty, not only darkness can deceive people, but also light!"

Bu Laike said with a drawn out voice:

"The brighter the light in front of you, the less clear the way forward.

The Holy Light Legion of Argus is commanded by another annoying naaru who thinks he has seen through fate. They fanatically fight against the demons and continue to send dead souls to your great cause to add bricks and tiles.

But their little fights are out of date.

I will replace their leader with a more stubborn and extreme naaru, and I will let their new leader lead them bravely into the final battle with the Burning Legion.

I will let them bloom like fireworks, and dedicate more deaths and sacrifices, so that your great cause will be greatly promoted.

Think about it, my lord.

What terrible things would a group of fanatical followers of the Holy Light who have been brainwashed for countless years do in a world full of darkness? Only when light and darkness are out of balance can life and death be out of balance. "

Emperor Denathrius was silent for a moment.

He drank a mouthful of the crimson wine and said to Bu Laike:

"You once again convinced me, my servant, that I will arrange it. I look forward to new surprises from you, but now, I need to continue my boring enjoyment with my subjects.

Alas, if my court were full of 'excellent' people like you, my plan would have been realized tens of thousands of years ago. "

The Great Emperor sighed and waved his hand.

At the moment when the light of the magic mirror dimmed, the emperor ordered:

"Hella. That ugly and weak life from your world, she reached some agreements with the exiles, and she has set off to return to your world.

She hates you, my servant.

be careful.

But don't be too careful.

If you die unfortunately, Revendreth will be your eternal home, and the Harvester Court will welcome you with the highest courtesy.

Keep serving, mortals. "

The darkness in the bilge of the Reaper completely calmed down at this moment, and the magic mirror in front of Laike's eyes also shattered into debris on the ground.

The pirate pouted with a toothache.

hiss.

This Eternal Denathrius is not easy to deal with

But fortunately, I asked for enough this time, even if I fall out in the future, I have nothing to lose. Oh, if every one of my clients was as generous as He is.

(end of this chapter)