Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1001 97. Thank you to the second eldest brother on the list for the gift! -Added update for Brothers of the Unburied Sword [310]

In the deserted temple area of ​​Zul'Farrak, the shrine of Mu'ezara, the Father of Night, has been destroyed.

But the female dreadlord who emerged from the ashes of the shrine claimed that she had brought the orders of Denathrius the Great, Lord of Pain, one of the Eternals of the Shadowlands.

Although this female fear lord was wearing a Venthyr-specific blood-red battle armor and was dressed in the orthodox Nathrezim style, Black did not trust her very much.

The reason is also very simple.

Ever since they met the first Dreadlord Kasanatir, the pirates had been trying to get in touch with Emperor Denathrius, and even asked the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis to deliver a message to him in Dalaran.

But there has been no response from the emperor.

I think it's because the Great Emperor, as the Eternal One, disdains establishing contact with the little pirates in the material world.

After all, Emperor Denathrius is one of the pillars of the Shadow Realm. He not only supports the kingdom system of the Shadow Realm, but is also the cornerstone of power in the world of the dead. He is also the founder of the vampire court Revendreth.

His descendants and servants call themselves "Venthyr", which probably means conspirators, blood wings, overseers, and punishers, which is not a good word anyway.

That place in Blake's memory can be summed up in two words.

They are "gorgeous" and "arrogant" respectively.

The vampire-like Venthyr likes to enjoy luxurious clothes and luxury, and each of them has the most iconic arrogance and rudeness among the creatures of the Shadow Realm.

They are immersed in their own kingdom, pointing out the harsh path of atonement for those souls who have committed serious crimes due to pride or evil, and maintaining their power by harvesting anima.

Just from the description, you can tell that the guys from this place are not that likable characters. As the creator and destroyer of Revendreth, the Emperor's pride is as high as his status.

The pirates had already despaired of establishing contact with Emperor Denathrius.

But I didn't expect that there would be a turning point here.

Oops, Master of the Shadow Realm, I'm on the line with you, it's really a waste of effort.

"Hey, Mephistros, do you know this haughty lady in front of me?"

Hearing the female fear lord ask Blake to kiss the ring seal in her hand, the stinky pirate did not step forward immediately, but asked a question to his unusually silent inner demon.

Mephistros replied unhappily:

"know.

Her name is Narragas, she is unknown in the Parliament of Fear but holds a high position of power. She is an ambitious guy and a favorite of the Emperor. She is in charge of all his informants in the Shadow Realm for the Emperor.

It is said that Narlagas and Tichondrius have a close relationship. They maintain a secret relationship with each other. Don't let that female know that I am in your body.

I don't want to be laughed at by her. "

"Um."

Blake confirmed the identity of the gorgeously dressed Dread Lord lady in front of him, then took a few steps forward and leaned down respectfully, took the sharp and ferocious claws of the lady in front of him, and kissed a gorgeous seal on her finger. kiss.

As for Bwonsamdi.

The cunning old thing gathered all his divine power the moment the Dread Witch appeared, fell to the sand in the corner of the underground ruins, and disguised himself as a worn-out mask.

Obviously, he, who is now in a desperate situation, does not want to get on the line with the notoriously difficult Revendreth and the arrogant Emperor Denathrius at this moment.

So he chose to eat melon!

Watch Blake interact with visitors from the Shadow Realm, and observe the legendary "dark wisdom". Maybe you can learn something yourself? Right?

Isn’t this a huge profit?

With this less than standard "hand kiss", the pirate carefully looked at the appearance of the female Dread Lord in front of him.

Her body shape is much slender and smaller than that of the male Nasrezim. The devil horns on her forehead are more curved and her skin is pale white like the male.

Apart from the two large lumps on the chest, the other details are not much different from the male, but overall, the female Dread Lord has a more "charming" feeling.

And in Blake's memory of the female Dreadlords, they don't seem to distinguish each other by the color of their wings.

"It's because there are so few of them."

The pirate's doubts were quickly answered, Mephistros whispered:

"In our group, the number of females is only one-tenth of the males. They don't need to distinguish each other with wings of different colors. Each of them has its own unique symbol on the cheek or body."

"Then aren't you males miserable?"

Blake complained:

"Nine out of ten Nasrezim brothers want to be single? Well, I can't imagine how lively it must be during a certain 'mating festival' in your world.

Tell me, my inner demon, how many times have you won? Maintaining inappropriate relationships with several female Dreadlords?

Considering the close symbiotic relationship we have now, you should be more honest. I don't want to see a fear witch holding a demon baby out of nowhere one day and come to take over from me. "

"Haha, ridiculous mortal wisdom."

Mephistros sneered and responded:

"Do you still think we are in pairs? No, we advocate a more efficient open relationship, not to mention, we are Stoneborn, poor pirates.

We do not reproduce through obscene exchanges of bodily fluids and disgusting mating rituals. We are a noble race, unlike you beasts immersed in lust. "

"Well, that's it."

Black nodded, as if he didn't care about Mephistros's ridicule. The next second he raised his head and said to the female fear devil in front of him with a smile on his face:

"I have a close relationship with you Nasrezim, madam. To be honest with you, I am currently 'borrowing' one of your compatriots in my body.

Third Lord Mephistros, do you know it? It has a pair of beautiful blue wings. "

"Of course I know. That weak and incompetent guy is missing. I thought it was sent on some mission."

The female fear devil named Narlajias blinked her pale eyes. She showed a very hypocritical expression of surprise, covered her mouth and sneered:

"Haha, this news will surely spread throughout the Fear Parliament quickly. That guy Mephistros who likes to show off has been eager to do big things.

Now, it is going to be truly ‘famous’.

Thanks for your candor, Blake Shaw.

This bad news will make me happy all day long. "

The Dread Witch said something in the language of Nasrezim. Blake nodded and asked in the same complicated Nasrezim language:

"So, I'm curious, how does the great emperor know about me, a nobody like me?"

"The Emperor has known about you for a long time."

Narlajias did not hide anything, she answered frankly:

“The Emperor noticed it when Cassanatir met you.

He controls the whereabouts of every Dread Lord, and every Nasrezim, no matter where they are, is the sharpest sword of the night in the hands of the Emperor.

In Dalaran, the letter you forwarded to Mal'Ganis and sent back to Revendreth did indeed reach the hands of the Great Emperor. The Eternal One knew your thoughts, but at that time he was not sure whether you were what he was looking for and could be entrusted to you. A man of great responsibility.

So the emperor chose to continue observing.

Patience is one of the Emperor's supreme virtues, and your performance has never let him down. "

The female fear devil looked at the pirate in front of her with admiration. As a cunning devil who was accustomed to using tricks, she had a natural affinity for guys like Blake who were good at conspiracy.

She said to the pirate:

"After learning that you expelled the World Destroyer, defeated the Defiler, taught the Corruptor a lesson, and had penetrated into the Titan Guardian, the Emperor finally made up his mind.

He has seen your great potential for evil.

He saw your superb performance of jumping repeatedly between light and darkness, and he also felt your restless heart.

He knows that you are not a partner of light, and he also knows that you are definitely not an accomplice of darkness.

You are a rare guy who has always walked on your own path and has never been influenced by others. Your extreme ego, this bad habit, makes your future full of infinite possibilities.

The Great Emperor praises you in his court.

After careful consideration, the emperor sent me to contact you.

He will give you a difficult task, and based on how well you complete it, you will also receive generous rewards from Revendreth. For this reason, the Emperor has even shown his sincerity in advance. "

At this point, the Dread Witch glanced at the stinky pirate, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Aren't you curious why the crazy Hela and her difficult Nine Martial Gods were not in Hades on the day you entered Hades, the day you conducted the wilderness trial?

Why is it that on the day when you are promoted in strength, on the day when you break away from the identity of an ant and turn into a cocoon and become a butterfly, there is only one target in the hell, Gaom?

I guess you must have wondered about this problem, but in the end you can only attribute it to your good luck. However, there is no such thing as luck in this world or in any world! "

The Dread Witch laughed a few times, stretched out her hand with a gorgeous gauntlet, and tapped Blake's forehead.

she says:

"The emperor helped you!"

“Under circumstances you didn’t know and couldn’t predict, the Emperor held a meeting in the Maw early that morning, and Hela was temporarily summoned to Zoval’s tower.

It wasn't until you were about to complete your trial that the emperor gave her a chance to return to Hades. "

"Well, that's it."

Blake patted his forehead and showed an expression of sudden realization. He coughed a few times and said sincerely to the female fear lord in front of him:

"Then when you get rid of me, Madam, when you go back, remember to thank the Emperor for me and say thank you to him for saving my dog's life."

"That's not necessary."

Narragas saw Blake's sincere face, but the light in his eyes did not change, and she knew that this bad guy didn't have a grateful heart at all. She snorted a few times, waved her paws, and said:

"The Emperor didn't come here specifically to save you. He did have something to discuss with Zoval that day, so he just helped by the way. The Emperor doesn't expect your thanks, nor does he ask for anything in return.

He understands your bad character very well, he knows everything about you, and he praises every scheme you succeed or are planning.

He even declared in front of the Venthyr nobles that he is your number one fan, and he is looking forward to a pleasant cooperation with you.

Are you ready?

Blake Shaw.

I am going to convey the will of Emperor Denathrius. "

"Of course, I'm all ears."

Blake took a step back and made a very serious expression.

But Bwonsamdi, who was hiding in the sand and watching the show, and who was very vigilant, saw through his mask that the smelly pirate's fingers behind him had formed a handprint about to cast a spell.

It only takes a blink of an eye for him to release a very powerful magic.

Obviously, the pirate had no interest in the so-called "mission" of Emperor Denathrius. This was not the result he wanted to get when he tried to contact Revendreth.

But the unknown Emperor Denathius was really a wonderful man.

His messenger did not proudly tell the content of the cooperation, but first took out a small, exquisite and luxurious box and handed it to Black with both hands.

The fear witch Narlajas handed the box to Blake and said:

"This is a gift given to you by the Emperor when we first contacted him, Black Shaw. You can keep this gift regardless of whether you agree to cooperate or not.

The Emperor said that he learned about your desire from Mal'Ganis, and out of appreciation for your style of conduct, the generous Emperor is willing to grant your small wish. "

"Wow, there's a gift! The Emperor is really particular about how he handles things. How can this be so embarrassing?"

Under Bwonsamdi's unsurprised gaze, the stinky pirate dispersed the spell-casting handprints on his back.

He took the gorgeous box with both hands, said politely, but opened the box in front of the envoy, and took out a small piece of crystal stone that glowed with blood.

"This is?"

Blake stared at the blood crystal in his hand and glanced at the Dread Witch opposite.

The latter explained:

“The Emperor heard that you were very interested in his portable sword Lemonia, so he praised you as a person who knows the goods.

The knowledge of activated blades is not a big secret in Revendreth, and many distinguished Venthyr nobles will have their own soul swords.

But Lady Lemonia, who has always been by the Emperor's side, is different. She is not only the Emperor's weapon, but also the companion of his soul and the most terrifying executioner in his hands.

The Emperor is willing to share his knowledge of making Lemonia with you, and at the same time hopes that you can also find your own Lemonia. "

"Knowledge?"

Blake chuckled lightly, clenched the blood crystal stone in his hand, and sighed sincerely:

"Most people who know my name in this world think that I am a greedy and stinky pirate. The few who know me also paranoidly think that I am full of desire for certain things.

But they can't understand the real me.

On the contrary, another Eternal One who is separated from me by countless stars has seen through my deepest desire. The real me is a person who pursues knowledge, wisdom and truth.

Although it is a bit presumptuous to say this, Emperor Denathrius is my confidant.

What a nice gift.

I have already felt the Emperor's generous sincerity from it, and I have also foreseen that my cooperation with Emperor Denathrius will have a bright future.

So, tell me, Your Majesty the Messenger, what does my Majesty need from me who is loyal? "

After hearing Black's inquiry, the emperor's messenger Narlajias did not speak immediately. On the contrary, she looked at Black in front of her, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:

"You claim to be a prophet."

"Ah, I understand!"

Blake rubbed his chin, snapped his fingers and said;

"Does the Emperor want to take this opportunity to examine my quality as a prophet? But the Emperor will probably be disappointed. An eternal being like him should know the rules of fate and its constraints on prophets.

I have changed the world so much that it has weakened my control over the future and I can no longer predict the major events that will affect the course of the world.

But if the emperor insists on playing this guessing game with me, then I will tell you my answer. "

The corners of the smelly pirate's mouth turned up slightly.

In this darkness, he let out a long breath, saying that he had lost control of the future, but in a tone that understood everything, he said to the female fear devil who was waiting for the answer in front of him:

"I guess, Frostmourne?"