Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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

In the cold and dark cabin of the Death, in the magic mirror in front of Black, Emperor Denathrius waved his hand. He put the blood-red wine glass in his hand and looked at him in a gentler and more formal posture. Blake.

He said:

"I know that those who have made outstanding contributions should receive rewards commensurate with their contributions. If I cannot make rewards and punishments clear, my followers will soon become disloyal.

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

But you are not.

You come from the material stars, you are a life of flesh and blood, you are a guest in another world to us, and I cannot treat you the same way I treat my subjects, my dear Black.

I must give you a reward that is enough to satisfy you and expect you, so that I can continue to ask you to devote your loyalty to me with peace of mind. I have always known how expensive loyalty is.

Tell me, Blake, what do you want from me? "

The emperor chuckled and said:

"No need to hold back, tell me whatever you desire, and I will do my best to meet your needs. Your dedication is worthy of my generosity."

"Well"

Black had wanted to be polite.

But considering that the person he was talking to was an Eternal who had lived for who knows how many years, the age of the emperor in front of him was probably much older than that of a titan like Sargeras.

He is also a scheming and cunning Venthyr. There is no need to try to disguise himself in front of such a guy.

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

"Then I won't be polite, my lord."

"Say it, I'm listening."

Emperor Denathrius maintained a gentle posture, his blood-red eyes staring at Blake through the mirror, as if he was looking into the pirate's soul.

This is a gaze across the curtain of life and death, a conversation across countless worlds.

This conversation alone is legendary enough.

"I am facing a war. My dear Your Majesty, I know that your eyes are looking at the stars and have no interest in the disputes of the mortal world. I also know that my war is as boring in your eyes as the conflict of ants.

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

The pirate looked pitiful and said to Emperor Denathrius:

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

I venture to ask you to lend me your mighty Stoneborn Legion.

The lease term is five hundred years. "

"You really have a good eye, Blake."

Emperor Denathrius laughed and said:

"At a glance, I selected 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 order in Revendreth, and I can't give you too much.

Three thousand people, is that enough? "

"Enough, enough!"

Blake's eyes lit up.

He said in his heart that Emperor Denathrius was so generous. He immediately asked for a stone army of 3,000 people. To be honest, the pirate thought that it would be great if he could borrow 500 people.

That's Shi Yi.

Just give me the simplest description of this strange race. The stone descendants of Revendreth once repelled the Naaru army that invaded that kingdom of death in the long past!

A large group of legions formed by the Holy Light Naaru collapsed in Revendreth, and that failure was also one of the reasons for the division of the Naaru.

Emperor Denathrius didn't even take action himself, relying on the Stoneborn to repel the Naaru. This shows the strong fighting power of these rock beings.

They are a truly legendary race!

Just like the dragon.

Of course, the individual combat power of the Stoneborn is not as exaggerated as that of the dragon, but the Stoneborn army of three thousand people is enough for the pirates to sweep across the entire frozen sea.

"Then, I will appoint an excellent commander to lead the three thousand Stoneborn Vanguards to Azeroth to join you."

Emperor Denathrius clasped his hands and said to Black:

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

But to be honest, this award is not enough compared to your outstanding contributions.

I can give you more, Blake.

Say it.

What more do you want? "

"Your generosity puts to shame all the great men throughout the material stars, my dear Majesty."

The stinky pirate complimented.

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 decision from you.

While I was serving your cause, your nathrezim interfered, clearly putting their own reputation and frivolous pride ahead of your great cause.

This is something a loyal servant like me cannot stand!

Their chaos almost ruined my plan, especially the annoying and arrogant Jin Tessa, who relied on your favor to act recklessly and almost created an unending situation in Draenor and Azeroth.

And her stupid failure this time has also seriously affected the voice of the Nathrezim in the Burning Legion, which will directly interfere with the efficiency of the Dread Lords in 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."

Black's private complaint made Emperor Denathrius laugh.

The Eternal One looked at Black's standard "little man succeeds" look. This pirate performed the image of a "court jester" so realistically and exaggeratedly that the emperor was holding his stomach and laughing.

As the Eternal One, He has not been so happy for a long time.

But after laughing, the Emperor, who was in a good mood, had a serious face. He raised his finger and said to Blake:

"However, my loyal Jin Tessa also submitted a complaint about you to me yesterday. Her statement was exactly the same as yours. She also accused you of acting recklessly on my trust and seriously damaging the plans of the Nasrezim. .

She said she could have finalized the selection of Frostmourne's sword bearer beforehand, insisting that Velen was a better candidate to become the Lich King than Anduin Lothar. "

"Ah, please forgive my rudeness next, my noble majesty, but there is no doubt that Kim Tessa is farting!"

Blake cursed angrily:

"Velan's weakness and his hesitancy have been clearly demonstrated over 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 divine identity.

You, the omniscient being, are well aware of the fatal weaknesses in Velen's soul. Once he becomes the Lich King, these weaknesses can be exploited by his enemies to attack him.

If I were to attack Velen.

Three days!

I could make that weak prophet commit suicide in three days at most.

How could such a soul be the perfect sword wielder for Frostmourne? He simply cannot control the sword of domination forged by the war master himself, and he will become the failure of your great plan!

More importantly, Velen was on Kil'jaeden's mind.

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

The smelly pirate blinked his eyes and said to Emperor Denathrius shamelessly and calmly:

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

I've heard that a love of intrigue is a virtue to be admired in your realm of Revendreth.

Therefore, even if we don’t start from the results, just from the perspective of dark wisdom, Kim Taesha is an out-and-out loser. How can we accomplish great things for Your Majesty by working with such a loser?

She has no ability to command the Nasrezim!

My lord, she needs to be sent to my side to learn the wisdom of conspiracy with me. With her dull qualifications, I think it will take at least ten thousand years for her to learn my dark wisdom."

"That's very well said, Blake."

Emperor Denathrius raised his hand, applauded and said:

"I have been convinced by you, and I can't find any reason to refute you. If you were born in Revendreth, you would definitely become the most terrifying court jester in the history of this blood kingdom.

But I don't hate your quibbles.

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

Just do as you say, Jin Tesha's shameful failure has caused her to lose my favor, and she will be exiled to you as your servant.

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a thousand years!

I hope this punishment can cheer up the nathrezim who have been tired in recent thousands of years. As the descendants who were shaped by me, their performance in the material world really disappoints me. "

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty."

Black got two copies of what he longed for in a row, and he had the absurd idea of ​​surrendering to the Infinite Emperor.

But soon, the new mission proposed by Emperor Denathrius made the pirates instantly put an end to all the commotion.

In front of him, the Eternal Emperor picked up the bloody wine glass again. He placed the beautiful liquid in front of his eyes and shook it gently. The dark red wine complemented his dark red eyes.

In the background of the luxurious palace and the overwhelming music, Emperor Denathrius said softly:

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

I also had to be a little more cautious.

After all, his existence is related to the career I have planned for an entire eternity, so go help Lothar, my dear servant. Raising a storm of death in magical Azeroth

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

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

"The Dread Lords are simply unwilling to fail, my lord."

Blake complained:

"You have been deceived by those shameless jesters with three tongues. Such an assessment is not necessary at all. The Burning Legion is about to attack Azeroth, and a protracted war rare in the stars is about to begin.

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

"You're trying to seduce me, Blake."

Emperor Denathrius lost the smile on his face, and stared at Black with his blood-red eyes, and he said:

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

Do you have any objection to this?

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

Just like you just accused the Nasrezim. "

"NO, I have not."

The pirate shrugged and said with a smile:

“I am only making my suggestions to you, my wise majesty, but if this is your final decision, then as a loyal servant, I will naturally follow your will.

A death storm sweeping 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. "

Blake made a flashing move.

He said to Emperor Denathrius:

"The last prisoner of the war of light and darkness that broke out on the border land of Revendreth countless years ago, the ancestor Naaru who was imprisoned by you in the Hall of Atonement.

I learned from the other Naaru that her name was 'Zlali'.

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

I need her!

The only thing is to send her to the material world in a suitable way and not to make her suspicious. "

"What do you want her to do?"

Emperor Denathrius frowned and said:

"A weak and nearly insane Naaru, I see no benefit to me from freeing her."

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

Blake said in a long voice:

“The brighter the light in front of you, the harder it is to see the way forward.

The Legion of Light on Argus is commanded by another annoying Naaru commander who thinks he has seen through his destiny. They are fanatically fighting against the demons, constantly sending dead souls to add to your great cause.

But their petty quarrels have gone out of style.

I want to replace their leader with a more stubborn and extreme Naaru, and I want their new leader to lead them bravely into the decisive battle with the Burning Legion.

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

Think about it, my lord.

What terrible things would a group of fanatical believers of the Holy Light do in a world filled with darkness that has been brainwashed for countless years? 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 took a sip of the bright red wine and said to Blake:

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

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

The emperor sighed and waved his hand.

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

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

She hates you with all her heart, my servant.

be careful.

But don't be too careful.

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

Keep on serving, mortal. "

The darkness in the bottom cabin of the Reaper completely calmed down at this moment, and the magic mirror in front of Blake also shattered into debris as it dimmed.

The pirate curled his lips with some toothache.

hiss.

This Eternal Denathrius is difficult to deal with.

But fortunately, I asked for enough this time, and even if there was a falling out in the future, I would have nothing to lose. Oh, if only every one of his clients was as generous as He is.