Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1906 34. One day, my sweetheart will come to pick me up on the mountain of sin monument

The hypocritical and arrogant court minister didn't pay attention to this inexplicable outsider's prompt at first.

As one of the first blood nobles born in Revendreth, he has one of the oldest and most glorious surnames on this land, which is also an important reason why he, who lacks talent and mediocre strength, can hold the post of noble minister of the palace one.

Although in the eyes of the real Venthyr aristocrats, a mere palace minister is just an official the size of a sesame mung bean, but for a large number of common people, the palace minister is obviously a real successful person.

He has seven lovers in Luoaozhuang, his own manor, and a large number of mud servants and little stone spirits who match his status.

He has seen a lot.

As a high-ranking official who manages the Arrogant Manor and can participate in the daily affairs of the Atonement Hall, in the past thousands of years, he has seen too many ugly appearances of arrogant souls being sent to Revendreth.

Among those guys are dragon-slaying warriors, proud virtuous monarchs, ambitious and lunatics who destroy the world, and even crazy sociopaths who set foot in the stars and use life as research material.

But no matter how many great or depraved things they did during their lifetime, it becomes meaningless the moment they step into Revendreth.

No matter how glorious the past falls on the record of the crime monument, it is only a few lines.

This is the great power of death, which can transform all beauty into the most ordinary and fair evaluation.

And once the carved sin tablet falls into the hands of Venthyr, those great or crazy souls will become part of this land, and whether they are willing or not, they must embark on the road of redemption.

After a long period of redemption, some souls were freed, and the Venthyr who was allowed to join the glory became a member of the anima blood clan, and some stubborn souls would spend their sad lives as anima prisoners in wailing.

The most stubborn ones will be ruthlessly thrown into the Maw from the highest spire of Fort Nathria, where they will confess their sins, but by then it will be too late, and no one can save their miserable souls.

The Minister of the Palace has seen too many arrogant people.

He thought that the outsider who appeared in Revendreth inexplicably before him was also one of those guys, even though this guy in front of him should have passed through the curtain of life and death with his physical body and was not a dead person.

But under the monument, everyone is equal!

As long as there is a soul, it can be restrained by Venthyr, not to mention that this guy is very cooperative. After the minister of the palace recruited his mud servants, he took the initiative to tell his sins, so the mud servants planned to kill him. Using local materials to carve this guy a beautiful and strong monument that can resist the invasion of time, as the first gift from Revenders to him.

However, after Bo Laike spouted his sins for half an hour, the Lord Chamberlain's unsweatable Venthyr skin also had a hint of agitation.

He suddenly felt that something was not right, as if he had fallen into a strange trap.

Three hours later, the servants of the minister of the court were exhausted and paralyzed.

But Laike's monument was not even completed, and the court minister's eyes on this mild-tempered outsider had become very frightened.

As a high-ranking Venthyr who is good at judging, he can judge that the crimes spoken by this guy who calls himself "Captain Bo Laike Shaw" are real crimes that have not been mixed with water.

but.

But why are there so many!

enough!

Are you done yet?

The Minister of the Palace got up angrily, staring at the eloquent Laike with bloody eyes, he wanted to yell at this lunatic, hey, the sins you mentioned are enough for you to fall into the Maw ten times!

How could there be such outrageous evil souls in this world?

Are you sure you should come to Revendreth?

Why do I think you went to the wrong place? The warden is more suitable for you, hello!

Even the few stone descendants next to the Minister of Palace Affairs looked at him with naked scum eyes, and even wished to give the evil god an on-the-spot execution on the spot!

Such a damned soul is simply an extremely evil flower born after soaking in the sea of ​​sin. There is no need for atonement and trial at all. Humane destruction is his most due end.

"What? Do you want to stop?"

The pirate took out a bottle of wine to moisten his throat, and he stared at the dull-eyed minister of the palace in front of him with a sarcasm, as well as the guards of the Stone Legion who had already grabbed their halberds.

In a drawn-out voice, assuming an upper-class air, he said:

"But I heard that according to the rules of Venthyr's high society, once the sin monument is carved, it can't be stopped until the sins of a soul are completely recorded."

The pirate snorted and said to the Minister of the Palace:

"Hey, I'll give you ten minutes. Hurry up and find those high-level adjudicators who are good at convicting and making high-level crime monuments. It's better to bring the 'Greedy Harvester' and the 'Proud Harvester' together." The big sister also came over.

Without the assistance of the Guilty Medal in their hands, it would be very difficult for you guys to complete my sin tablet carving in the remaining nine hours. "

Bu Laike summoned a gorgeous chair made of void power, sat on it anti-customer and snapped his fingers and said:

"This is Revendreth's rule, and I don't want my friend Emperor Denathrius to say that I am a guest who doesn't understand the rules, so please convey these words to Fort Nathria.

Just tell the Great Emperor that after the carving of my sin tablet is completed, I will visit him in person and let him wait patiently.

But if your speed is too slow and delays the conversation between me and the Great Emperor, it will have nothing to do with me when the King of Sin punishes me. Anyway, He will definitely not dare to vent his anger on me.

After all, there are people who ask for it. "

"Where the hell are you!"

When things got to this point, no matter how stupid the Minister of the Palace was, he realized that he had kicked the iron plate. He glanced at the floating island under his feet, which was carved with inscriptions of sins by mud servants, and whispered in a slightly trembling voice:

"There are so many crimes but you haven't counted your main crime. Can you reveal the most evil or greatest thing you have done? So that we loyal servants can have a psychological preparation."

"Oh, the most wicked thing, let me think."

Bu Laike took a sip of wine, tilted his head to think for a while, and hooked his fingers to the palace minister in front of him. The latter stepped forward with awe and respect, and he heard Bu Laike say in his ear:

"I killed two titans in the material world, and sent the soul of one of them into the kingdom of shadows, and ordered him to kick your eternal arbiter to death, so that the destiny of the kingdom of shadows was turbulent, and the six forces of the original force were completely destroyed. Out of balance, does it count?"

"plop"

The Minister of Palace Affairs who had seen the big wind and waves couldn't hold on any longer, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. He had indeed seen a lot, but such a crime was simply unheard of.

It is estimated that this main sin alone would require thousands of clay servants to carve for several hours at the same time to completely write it out. With such a terrible soul of sin, who would dare to execute his atonement?

If this terrifying soul in front of him really wanted to atone for his sins, Emperor Denathius would have to do it himself.

"Time is short, my dear Lord Chamberlain."

Lord Cthulhu reached out and patted the trembling Venthyr's shoulder, and said softly:

"It was you who had to follow the rules and ask me to hand over the monument.

You started this, so you're in charge of finishing it, right? This is the rule of 'high society', and it is the dignity that a high-ranking Venthyr nobleman should have when facing a mud-legged pirate.

Don't be ashamed of your glorious and great surname.

go. "

The Minister of Palace Affairs' eyes darkened.

He knew he was done.

Although he could argue that he was acting according to the rules, even if he thought about it with his ass, he would know that Denathius, who had lost face in front of the guests, would definitely not listen to his sophistry.

His great ambitions and great promises must have come to an end.

It is not impossible to be sent to the Fort of the Fallen to guard the gate in the future, or even exiled to the Ash Wilderness with those lunatics and savages to completely rot into the mud.

But things still need to be done.

The villain in front of him was right.

This was the last bit of decency and dignity a Venthyr nobleman should have, and he couldn't disgrace his name.

Thinking of this, the Minister of Palace Affairs gritted his teeth, got up and barely performed a decent aristocratic etiquette, turned around and stepped into the bloody gate of sin to call more mud servants and confessor priests to complete this unprecedented event. A huge monument.

Watching him leave, Lord Cthulhu nodded slightly.

Although these Venthyrs are evil and sinister, hypocritical and licentious, they also like to play tricks. They regard conspiracy and tricks as daily entertainment, and strive to spur themselves to become the best bad species.

But they are not without merit.

The Venthyrs’ emphasis on contracts, decency, and rules makes them the most popular witnesses of contracts in the Shadowlands. If you don’t consider the style of painting, these vampires with anima should all belong to the “lawful evil” camp. It’s not impossible Cooperation, as long as their characteristics and character flaws are grasped, the cunning and treacherous anima vampires can become the most reassuring jerks.

The emperor is really good at training his subordinates, which even Bu Laike has to admire.

Ten minutes later, the two lords of the Court of the Sin Harvesters, dressed in women's hunting suits and lady's long skirts, set foot on the place where Bo Laike was at the invitation of the Minister of the Palace.

They are two of the seven lords of Revendreth entrusted by the emperor, and they each have one-seventh of the control over Revendreth.

In charge of the "Medal of Greed", the caretaker who is best at distinguishing and recording crimes bowed down to salute Braike, while the accuser in charge of the "Medal of Pride", responsible for stripping the soul of the sin of arrogance, generously made a gesture to Lord Evil God Ladies etiquette.

Their arrival symbolized that Emperor Denathrius had accepted Bu Laike's "goodwill" and would welcome his guests according to the traditional rules of Revendreth.

Along with the two sin lords came a mighty 3,000 mud servants and dozens of giant servants, as well as a considerable number of small stone spirits and several teams of stubborn stone army warriors.

They will spend the next few hours carving Laike's sin tablet.

As for the material

It is the floating island at the foot of the pirates.

The good news is that this floating island is big enough.

It is enough to be the main body of the crime tablet of Lord Silent.

The bad news is that this floating island is too big.

The sin monument made with it as the main system cannot be stored in any traditional way, and can only be sent into Revendreth under the control of the evil god himself, and placed in a certain place to become a "landscape".

"I said it before."

Seeing thousands of Venthyrs working hard in the mud with their mud servants in front of them, the Scrap Pirates held a wine glass, tossed their hair in a very Versailles way, and said with emotion in a gentle tone:

"My sin monument is at least as big as Mount Hyjal. Well, it turns out that I was too optimistic. My sins are not enough, and they are not enough to cover the entire Holy Mount Hyjal.

But it's okay, my life is still long.

My sin tablet will continue to grow, and one day, it will record all my sins and become a floating island continent floating in the kingdom of death.

Well, my treasurer is busy recording my new real estate acquisition again.

What name shall I give to the kingdom of iniquity built on the monument of my sin?

What a sad thing. "

——

In Fort Nathria, Denathrius the Great stands atop the spiers of his splendid court of blood, the majestic Eternal looking out into the looming space beyond his kingdom.

He is waiting for his guests to arrive.

The scenery at dusk in Revendreth is very gorgeous.

The undulating mountains of Dark Bay Town and Falling Aozhuang in the distance connect them with the urban area of ​​Fort Nasria, like a palace group spanning the entire Revendreth.

The scenery seen from a high place is somewhat similar to Gilneas City in the eastern continent. The painting styles of the two are somewhat similar, but Revendreth is obviously more gloomy and more gorgeous.

Those extremely artistic towers, palaces and gardens complement each other with the blood-colored evening light in the sky, making everything look like a realistic luxury oil painting.

This landscape represents some of the finest art design in the Shadowlands, all by Emperor Denathrius the Great.

It has to be said that this Eternal's aesthetics is really superb, and he is a versatile and comprehensive conspirator.

The cool night wind blew the emperor's long white hair, making his elf-like sharp ears faintly visible in the fluttering hair, and the dark red eyes shone with a deep light, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

The bloodthirsty spirit saber was suspended in the hand of the Great Emperor, and the pearl hilt and slender blade shone brightly in the dusk.

"Your husband is really a troublemaker."

The Great Emperor suddenly spoke.

It's like complaining, and it's like a joke between acquaintances.

"Yeah, he always makes an unexpected appearance in such a way that others can't think of. He shows his sincerity while being humorous. He always makes people feel the warmth that is not mourning."

A cold voice sounded behind the emperor, and Lady Maiev Shadowsong, who was wearing a black and red Venthyr aristocratic dress, walked slowly with a beautiful blood-colored umbrella.

Behind her were two little stone spirits in fine clothes, holding teacups and tea sets for the hostess, and several gloomy stoneborn assassin guards, guarding the new Reaper of Dominion, the holder of the Order of Dominion The safety of His Royal Highness Princess Sin, the first heir to the throne of Revendreth Sin King.

Maiev seems to have fully integrated into this land of blood.

Her dressing style has become a real Venthyr aristocrat, and in the white of the chest of the long skirt hangs a medal with a bloody streamer as a pendant.

Those black and white eyes also became the unique blood pupils of the Venthyrs.

This represented that Maiev was transforming into a true Venthyr lady, but she didn't like the thin and gloomy looks of the Venthyrs, so the face remained that of an elf.

"My friend Bo Laike, is this the way to win your favor, Lady Maiev."

The Great Emperor reached out and stroked the pearl hilt of the Soul Blade. He rubbed his chin and said softly:

"Is this probably what mortals call 'love'?

My country has received countless souls who did crazy things in the name of love. They are the toughest and most stubborn of all souls, and they are often unwilling to repent or forget the beautiful feelings.

But you don't mind being one of us, Lady Maiev, I'm curious, how much weight does the love with Bu Laike have in your cold heart? "

This slightly malicious question did not cause Maiev's expression to change. She held a blood-colored umbrella and looked at the huge black floating island that pushed through the fog and entered the airspace of Revendreth.

She saw a figure standing on the edge of the floating island.

She felt the fiery and gentle gaze, although the scene in front of her was different from the meeting she had dreamed about countless times, it was nothing.

Mrs. Maiev reached out and brushed her long white hair, she said lightly:

"That love has no weight, and it doesn't take up an iota of my heart. It is as light as a feather but as heavy as Mount Tai. As you can see, my beloved Emperor Denathrius, the body you see is far from this body. The soul of Xing is all cast by that love.

I am a man who should have died.

It was his feelings for me that turned into shackles and pulled me back from the ashes to the world. That man cherished me so much that I was willing to give everything to him like a moth to a flame.

Well, I should take my leave in a rude manner, Your Majesty.

Next time I have time to discuss the true meaning of love with you, please allow me to leave temporarily.

As you can see, my husband has crossed the horizon of life and death, crossed the vast ocean of time, and tore apart the chasm of order to meet me.

The me tonight is not responsible to anyone, to any existence.

Tonight and hereafter I belong only to him."

After speaking, Maiev raised her feet and walked against the sky.

Flying to the sky like a butterfly while the bloody umbrella was flying, she laughed lightly like the most innocent girl, and rushed towards the man who opened his arms to her.

At this moment, everything has no meaning.

At this moment, everything is endowed with meaning.

When they embraced and kissed each other in the evening of Revendreth, even the hard-hearted Emperor's eyes showed a gleam of light.

He stroked the extremely docile and silent soul blade Remonia, and said with emotion and curiosity:

"Love?"

"What a fascinating sin."

(end of this chapter)