Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Reaper is taking off.

The remaining four ships of the cursed pirate Gaboa escorted the dark ship to the clouds, and disappeared into the sky of North County under the acceleration of the wind element.

Lothar took away all the elite undead he awakened, and also left with the black knights. Although Eredin and his brothers suffered heavy casualties, only one spellcaster, the black knight, survived to the end.

But the Black Spirit pirates' wish to do something big finally came true.

When today's news spreads around the world, the notoriety of the Black Knights, who are important participants in the incident, will resound throughout Azeroth, and no one will dare to regard them as a "mobile treasure trove" anymore.

This is definitely news that makes people happy.

But for those who survived, today's events are not so exciting.

In the dead silence of the North County Monastery, Holy Light Pope Fao was half-kneeling on the ground, gathering the broken hand bones of a deceased person next to its weathered remains.

Behind the Pope, the paladins were silently pouring holy water on the corpses. The liquid blessed by the holy light could dissipate the dark atmosphere on the bones and let them rest in peace again.

But if you want to completely eliminate the possibility of these dead souls being resurrected, you must use flames to purify everything.

Of course, the dead who have only ashes left have no body that can be resurrected. Although they will be pulled up as resentful spirits, it is better than letting the living experience the despair of being completely surrounded by the undead again.

The bravest and most sincere paladins were filled with fear and despair at this time. Even the great knight Turalyon hid in the corner, buried his head in Lady Alleria's arms and cried silently.

Not that he was frightened.

He was just severely shaken by today's failure.

He was grieving that he had failed to prevent Marshal Lothar's corruption.

The same is true of Little Alsace.

He was injured.

The Lion-Hearted Slayer in his hand was shattered into pieces due to his reckless sword fight with Frostmourne and scattered on the ground. However, Arthas, who was hanging his arm with a bandage, still had to comfort his painful brother.

Varian's condition couldn't get any worse at this time.

He was tired and desperate, painful and angry. His body was covered with blood and he had to be sent back to Stormwind City immediately.

"I'll go too."

Little Jaina tried to board the carriage escorting Varian and the other wounded, but Arthas refused with a slightly indifferent gesture.

This was a situation that had never happened between the two before, leaving the little mage stunned.

But she reacted quickly.

She held her Ebony Cold Staff, stared at Alsace who had his back turned to her, and said:

"Is it because of my brother? Do you hate me because I am his sister?"

"I don't!"

The little prince gritted his teeth and said something. He reached out and closed the door of the carriage as if to escape.

The moment the door lock closed, he whispered:

"It will definitely be difficult for you and your family for a while, and everyone in Kul Tiras may be criticized for this, but Jaina, be strong. When I take care of Varian, I will come to you.

I will protect you from that bad guy.

I swear! "

"I"

Jaina wanted to retort, but looking at the devastation around her, she really couldn't say anything. She could only watch in silence as the carriage in front of her drove away from North County, which was full of corpses.

When Black left Azeroth for Draenor, he told Jaina that he would do some things that looked evil to outsiders. He once said that he hoped that Jaina would not be as blinded by what she saw with her eyes as others. Misleading.

But now, after personally experiencing the undead disaster in the North County Abbey, Jaina firmly believed in her brother, but she also had to doubt the necessity of Black's action.

If it's to help the world, is it really necessary to do this?

The little mage clenched her staff tightly, feeling depressed and complicated in her heart. Dalaran also suffered heavy losses today, and the human spellcasters lost their leader.

The death and resurrection of Master Antonidas will definitely be the second round of blows to Dalaran after the collapse of the city, which may even make Dalaran's magic faction unable to recover.

And the source of all this must be blamed on Black Shaw.

Arthas was right.

Once Black Shaw's true identity is revealed, she and her family will face terrible criticism and accusations, even to Kul Tiras.

"What are you thinking about? My daughter."

Dai Lin's tired and low voice sounded behind Jaina. The little mage turned back to look at her father who was covered in scars but still trying to smile at her. She pursed her lips, took a step forward, and hid in Dai Lin's arms.

The admiral also reached out and hugged his daughter. He seemed to sense the fear and uneasiness in Jaina's heart.

He whispered:

"Don't listen to those people's nonsense. We will be fine. I will not allow you to live in a world where you are accused, and Kul Tiras will not bow to vicious rumors."

"But father, if my brother's identity is exposed"

Jaina said softly:

"How can we help him?"

"He still wants help?"

Dai Lin snorted and touched the painful scar on his cheek unhappily. He complained in a low voice:

"He is already powerful enough on his own, and he has also found an elf lover who is not inferior to him. As expected, this boy already has some of the charm I had when I was young.

As for identity exposure

The person they want to accuse and insult is the damn big pirate Black Shaw! What does it have to do with my son, your brother Derek Proudmoore? "

"but."

Father's slightly shameless answer made the little mage's eyes widen. She raised her head and said to Dai Lin:

"But everyone knows it, how can this be hidden?"

"It would be fine if we didn't admit it."

Dai Lin laughed and patted his daughter on the head, saying:

"If they insist on finding evidence, let them question me face to face, or catch Blake Shaw and torture him to question the truth. If a boring person comes to ask you, do you know how to answer?"

"Um."

Little Gianna also smiled at her father's answer. She nodded vigorously and said:

"Those are two completely different people. To discuss a notorious pirate and His Highness the Prince of Kul Tiras who sacrificed their lives for the country together is an offense and provocation to Kul Tiras!

If anyone dares to ask me that, I will definitely teach them a lesson! "

"You are an incredible family."

The great knight passing by, Old Fording, heard this shocking question and answer and immediately couldn't help but complain. Compared to others, Old Fording's reaction to today's events was not that intense.

This is also normal.

Old Fording has always been a paladin known for his impartiality and independent thinking. He has his own understanding of the world and will not follow what others say.

"Come with me, Your Majesty Dai Lin."

Old Fording shook his head and said to Dai Lin:

"Your Majesty will hold a meeting in the monastery to discuss the issue of Marshal Lothar and Frostmourne."

"What's the discussion about?"

Dai Lin frowned and said:

"Before the weakness of the sword is found, it is meaningless to say more. Instead of wasting time, it is better to start preparing for war now. You also heard what Lothar said before leaving. He is going to Northern Xinjiang to teach those old men a lesson.

If we don't handle it well, what happened today is likely to happen again in Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and the Royal City of Gilneas. "

"What we are talking about is Frostmourne's weakness."

Old Fording looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"Before you came to the Kingdom of Stormwind, a demonic assassination occurred in the Storm Fortress. The demon hunters and watchers captured a Dreadlord, and just now they sent the news.

During the torture of the Dread Lord, they discovered important information related to Frostmourne.

Lothar can still be saved! "

The great knight clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He pursed his lips and said:

"It is said that in order to become the complete Lich King, in addition to Frostmourne, Lothar also needs to get a crown war helmet. That war helmet is now in the hands of the devil.

If we can get it in advance, maybe we can bring Lothar back among us. "

"Isn't it? Great Knight!"

Jaina widened her eyes and said:

"Do you believe what a demon says? Are you desperate enough?"

"We don't believe it."

Old Fording waved his hand. He looked at the devastation in front of him and sighed:

"But now, other than this news, we don't really know how to proceed."

——

"Seal this cabin and don't let anyone get close!"

In the bottom cabin of the Death, Blake stepped into the dark stairs and said to Maiev behind him:

"I want to have a conversation with a terrifying existence. I cannot be disturbed. You'd better stay away. I don't want you to be exposed to the gaze of the Eternal One."

"Is it He who asked you to bring Frostmourne to Marshal Lothar?"

Maiev asked.

Blake nodded but didn't say anything more.

Maiev didn't ask any questions. She took a few steps back, and together with the Void Watchers, completely blocked the road to the bottom cabin. The pirates closed the hatch and stepped into the darkness in front of them alone.

Xal'atath also hid himself in the deepest part of Black's soul, allowing himself to enter the most peaceful sleep.

Although as a void creature, she had never dealt with the Eternals in the Shadow Realm, but seeing how cautious the pirates were, Dark Essence felt that it was best not to get involved in her current situation.

The smelly pirate walked into the center of the bilge, where a huge full-length mirror had been placed in advance, but the surroundings were dark, and Blake couldn't see himself in the mirror.

He took off the Seal of the King of Pain from his finger, placed it in his palm and rubbed it gently, like a weird ritual.

The Venthyr Punishers of Revendreth in the Shadow Realm are definitely best at sin magic, but those guys who are very similar to vampires also have another magic system that they are very good at.

That's mirror magic.

Venthyr can do all kinds of strange things with magic mirrors.

In their hands, ordinary mirrors turn into doors to countless worlds, the power to seal dangerous things, keys to hidden treasures, and even deadly sneak attacks in battle.

If Black were an orthodox spellcaster like little Jaina, then he would never miss the opportunity to learn the magical mirror magic from the Venthyr.

Unfortunately, he is an ignorant warlock.

He has no interest in these magic mirrors that require delicate manipulation and advance preparation.

Now, in this deathly yet warm darkness, after the pirate touched the seal in his hand three times, he felt a flash of blood floating in the mirror in front of him.

In fact, just now, when Lothar woke up due to Frostmourne, he could already feel that the last power seal on the seal from the Eternal One in the Shadow Realm was lifted.

He can now use it to have a face-to-face conversation with the mysterious terrorist conspirator, the proud emperor Denathrius.

In the dark mirror, the first thing that appeared in front of Blake's eyes was a magnificent palace decorated with the dark red luster of blood. There seemed to be a lively banquet going on there.

Countless Venthyr vampires wearing elegant long skirts and gentleman's robes danced to the luxurious and decadent music on the floor and in the sky of the hall, and there were also small mud servants wearing service robes among them. Travel between spaces and provide them with drinks and food full of spiritual energy.

Among them, there are seven Venthyr nobles wearing different medals who are particularly outstanding. They are both men and women, but wherever they go, they are like stars holding the moon.

However, these seven Venthyr big shots are not the protagonists today.

As the perspective of the mirror in front of him narrowed, Blake saw the majestic figure sitting on the throne at the top of the Blood Hall.

He saw Emperor Denathrius holding a glass of bright red wine in his hand, leaning on the bright red throne with the attitude of an arrogant ruler, and the powerful living blade Lemonia suspended beside her master, like a ruler. The scarlet scepter.

This was the first time that Blake truly saw the face and figure of Emperor Denathrius.

It has to be said that this is also a ruler with extremely outstanding momentum.

Especially his bright red eyes that are arrogant to all things, and the indescribable weird and powerful temperament of a superior person exuding from his body, it is really something that people will never forget after just one look.

The only regrettable thing is that Emperor Denathrius, the creator of the Venthyr vampires and Nathrezim, also looks similar to his creations.

He has a thin and gloomy face, ears like an elf, feet like a demon, recurved hooves like a draenei but no tail.

This somewhat affected the emperor's appearance.

"Black Shaw, the deceiver who runs across Azeroth, an assassin known among the material stars, an extremely self-centered and arrogant soul, a strange being who can see through the future and the past.

You may have heard that I am your ‘loyal fan’.

Blake, I have heard of every deceit and every evil deed of yours.

Just now, during this boring banquet, I received some good news that cheered me up.

You brought me a miracle that made my heart surge. Frostmourne, which I missed, finally found its excellent master among the wandering stars.

The uncertain destiny has turned to the future that I have been longing to see. You have proved with practical actions that all my efforts in the past eternity were not in vain.

The future of me and the Banished, as well as the entire Shadow Realm, and the entire stars will be changed because of you.

You are truly an amazing person, Blake.

Will you join my Reaper Court? I can hand over the rule of Revendreth to you, you are far better than my son. "

When Blake stood in front of the magic mirror and was thinking about how to speak, Emperor Denathrius spoke first. His voice was very magnetic and passionate, and his gentle manner showed no trace of the legendary indifference and arrogance.

It makes people feel good about it.

"This is what I should do, my great Majesty."

Blake bowed humbly in front of the mirror and whispered:

"As for Prince Reinasol, you don't have to worry about his growth. He is just too well protected by you and has never experienced hardships, so he seems a bit naive.

But he will make a good ruler. After all, he was shaped by your will, and you should have confidence in yourself. As your majesty’s loyal servant, I dare not take up your majesty’s precious leisure time, so...”

The smelly pirate raised his head and asked:

"Your Majesty, please give me instructions on my next mission. My blade and I are ready to continue serving your great cause."