Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake walked out of the bottom cabin and saw Maiev leaning against the bulkhead. The warden lady stared at Blake in the darkness with her arms folded.

Apparently, she didn't follow the pirate's request to stay away.

According to Maiev's perception, the conversation between the stinky pirate and the emperor just now should have been overheard. Blake's expression was not good-looking either. He strode over and said nothing. He pulled Maiev's long ears and tried to teach him a lesson. she.

But as soon as he raised his hand, the warden lady slapped it away.

"You're doing something dangerous!"

The two people said this almost in unison.

Of course, they don't mean the same thing.

The two fell silent again. Maiev glanced at the stinky pirate and spoke first:

"That Emperor Denathrius, I can feel from his speech alone that he is a quite terrifying figure.

While I understand what you mean by 'loyal service', there is no doubt that compared to your previous 'service' to others, you are now taking advantage of each other!

He is not an existence that is easily bewitched or controlled by you. You call him the Eternal One. Just this name makes me think a lot.

You are indeed a born pirate, do you like doing dangerous things that much? "

"That's what I want to tell you too!"

Blake snorted, put his hand on Maiev's long white hair in the darkness, and whispered:

"Emperor Denathrius is the eternal evil that has existed in the kingdom of death for countless years. You have to call him 'him'! In terms of the existential level of power, there is no difference between him and Sargeras and Elune.

Of course, they are much weaker in terms of combat power, but for beings at that level, their combat power does not affect their power.

As you eavesdrop on my conversation with Him, your presence is also perceived by Him.

Conspiracies have become physical weapons in His hands, and everything has value in His eyes.

You may be used by Him to restrain me and use me as a bargaining chip. Your mistakes will make it difficult for me in the future. Now I have to change my plan to 'cooperate' with Emperor Denathrius because of your disobedience.

Do you like doing dangerous things that much?

Maiev, I warned you before. "

The cabin was quiet for a while, and Maiev looked away in embarrassment, not looking into Blake's eyes. She might have felt that her concern had caused some trouble for the stinky pirate.

After a few minutes she whispered:

"I'm sorry, I was too reckless and my curiosity was too strong."

"Um?"

Maiev admitted her mistake so frankly that the pirate blinked.

But then Blake's smile became wild. The hand that was stroking the warden's hair moved back to hold Maiev's neck. He took a step forward and picked up the apologizing lady and "pressed" her against the bulkhead.

Maiev, whose whole body was suspended in the air, used her legs to fixate on the only "fixed object" with the instinct of a sensitive watcher. This made the two people's postures in the dark become ambiguous and wild.

"You're crazy!"

Maiev quickly realized that something was wrong, and she scolded in a low voice:

"This isn't on your boat!"

"Then what's the problem?"

The pirate said in the ear of the warden:

"Girls who do bad things have to be punished, right? You just admitted your mistake, right?"

"You are shameless! Let me go!"

Maiev scolded in a low voice, but how could the big bad cat Black let the little mouse in his paws go?

When he was about to take the next step, the warden lady sighed and almost gave up the struggle completely. After a few seconds, with a confused gasp, she said in Blake's ear:

"I'm leaving. Mount Hyjal is calling me."

"You think beautifully!"

Blake responded:

"Tylande was seriously injured this time. She won't have that much time to manage the anti-magic alliance when she goes back. Hasn't Nasa already gone back? You gave her the emblem of the Watcher Warden.

With or without you, it won't have much impact on the combat effectiveness of the anti-demon coalition assembled by your brother.

You have served them for ten thousand years, it is time for you to retire, my prisoner. In my journey to Draenor, many details hinted at a bad omen for me.

If I let you go, I might lose you forever.

So, what exactly did you say to Hisari Black Crow? "

The pirate was answered with a passionate kiss, interrupting all the pirate's questions.

Maiev obviously didn't want to answer the question, so she used the "perfect response" that could block the stinky pirate's endless questions.

However, her attempt to leave and return to a normal life belonging to "Maev Shadowsong" was also shattered.

Judging from the scene in front of him, Blake obviously had no intention of letting her leave his life just like that, and judging from Maiev's response, she actually didn't hate the current way of getting along with him.

Of course, it's definitely not just because of the passion flowing in the darkness.

——

"You two bastards! What do you think my powerful, terrifying, gloomy and majestic pirate ship is?"

At midnight, Gaboa angrily grabbed the collar of Blake, who had just stepped onto the deck from below the cabin, and lifted the smelly pirate with a pipe in his mouth into the air.

The old troll scolded in a low voice:

"If you're going to do those nasty things, go back to your own loving nest! Enough is enough! Didn't I prepare a bed for you in the cabin? Bastard! It's a lot of trouble to clean!"

"It's not like you have to do it yourself anyway."

The stinky pirate who looked like he had no bones spat a smoke ring on Gaboa's face. Faced with the anger of the cursed pirate king, Black said with a playful smile:

"Thankfully you didn't plan to peek, otherwise I would have to dig out your eyeballs with a knife, which would make the relationship between us very bad.

Why are you so angry, my dear Gaboa, I did not mean to humiliate you. "

"I don't care! You offended me!"

The old troll gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

“You may not know this, but I am a bad guy with a mysophobia, and I must now remove the section of bulkhead in the bottom tank that was ‘polluted’ by you.

You must compensate me!

Your woman is satisfied, your base desires have been satisfied, and now you have to satisfy your dear partner who wants to stab you to death!

Understand? "

"I'm not interested in men, especially a bastard like you."

Black grinned, and when Gaboa was about to get angry, the stinky pirate patted him on the shoulder and said:

"I'm just about to discuss this matter with our Majesty Lothar. Don't worry, your ship will be responsible for sending our Majesty the Lich King to Northrend.

He wants to complete his first and second death conquests there, and he wants to bring chaos to life and death in the entire world. Do you know how many lives he needs to kill to complete this terrible task?

On top of ordinary life, he also has to get rid of those more powerful essences, those so-called 'gods' that are gathered from the divine power of life. Ah, look at your damn dirty smile, it seems you already understand what I'm talking about. What? "

"Of course, of course!"

The anger on Gaboa's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a flattering and satisfied smile. He gently put Blake, who was holding his collar, on the ground, and held the stinky pirate's shoulders like two good brothers. .

He said:

"If you want to talk about the place in Northrend that has the most life, it has to be Zul'Drak, the home of my distant brothers and the frost trolls.

So where is the first target of our powerful and dark Lord Lothar to conquer?

I heard there are a lot of country loa there. "

Gaboa stroked his fangs and said with a sneer:

"Anyway, what His Majesty the Lich King wants is their death, or that they can be resurrected into flesh and blood bodies of horrific undead. No one cares about where their powerful souls go.

It just so happens that I also need the power of a few Loa to help me fulfill my longing.

Ah, my road to becoming a god!

I didn’t expect it to be implemented in this way! "

The old troll pirate smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken. He slapped Black on the shoulder and said loudly:

"As expected of you, Blake Shaw, you always know exactly how to satisfy your partners, and you can always please everyone so easily.

Well, I've decided! "

Gaboya stretched out his voice and shouted with the hot wind scimitar on his waist:

"The next stage of the cursed pirates' plundering target is Zul'Drak!

We want to help our supreme Lich King complete his conquest of the North! Those miserable false gods must surrender before the death power of His Majesty the Lich King!

Talk about it."

Gaboa turned to look at Blake and said:

"Are you going to participate in my god-making ceremony? I estimate that the power of three or four northern loa can make me a potential troll 'pirate god'.

You will have a god as a friend!

Don't you feel honored? "

"You think beautifully."

Blake pouted and said:

"The Zandalari Troll Priests went to Zul'Drak more than half a month ago, and the Ursine pirates under my command were responsible for receiving them. Apparently, the Dark Prophet Zul has seen the bleak future of the Loa in the North.

The Golden Dynasty is trying to save the Loa who are about to die.

Your road to becoming a god probably won't be so smooth.

But I think my help is enough. You can handle the rest by yourself. Anyway, you are now a world-famous pirate, so you can definitely handle this.

As you said, there are so many rural loa in Zul'Drak, some of them must die."

After saying that, the pirate patted Gaboa on the shoulder, blew out smoke rings and walked into the captain's cabin of the Death, which was moving forward steadily in the dark night. He opened the door and saw a man sitting in the posture of a big sword. Anduin Lothar in the captain's chair.

The latter maintained the warrior's sitting posture, holding Frostmourne in his left hand, staring at Black with blue soul fire in his eyes.

Apparently, he was waiting for the arrival of the smelly pirates.

"Hail, my lord."

Black saluted the Lich King in front of him with standard aristocratic etiquette. Lothar did not respond, and even his eyes did not change. He looked like an indifferent dead man.

When the stinky pirate stood up straight, Lothar said with the hollow and low villain sound effect:

"I feel that Frostmourne is conveying a message to me, about the power of the Lich King, about the birth of the Lich King, and about the mission of the Lich King.

I thought I should ask you this, since you are the all-knowing black prophet after all.

About the Shadowlands, about Maldraxxus, about the Venthyr, about the Maw, about the Banished. Most importantly, where is the Helm of Dominance? "

"You ask too many questions, Your Majesty, and you must find the answers to many of them yourself."

Blake coughed and replied humbly:

"I can only tell you that the Helm of Dominance should be delivered to you soon to help you form a real undead scourge. But unfortunately, the nathrezim are quite jealous of our victory.

Those damn bastards started playing tricks again.

They firmly believe that as a great man, you cannot unleash all the 'potential' of Frostmourne, and they believe that you are not a qualified Lich King.

So, we have to prove your power and your ruthlessness to the person behind all this, my dear Majesty. "

The smelly pirate glanced at Lothar and whispered:

"You shouldn't have any psychological shadow about slaughtering a group of savage frost trolls who still retain the custom of cannibalism, right?

After destroying the empire of Frost King Malak, going to kill a group of insect people who have lived under the frozen soil again should not make you overflow with compassion.

I can give you a reason to be cruel.

Those bugs crazily worship the ancient evil god Yogg-Saron in Northrend. They are completely unworthy of mercy until they understand the boundaries between evil and order.

Of course, these alone are not enough, you may also need to harvest some idiots, such as the Vrykul people all over Northrend. Just so I heard a very bad news.

The Hades Queen Hela who was defeated by me has returned to Azeroth. She will revenge on me at all costs. In order to do this, she needs troops and cannon fodder.

Those fallen vrykul who worship the goddess of death and abandon their faith in Odin, the Lord of War, can also become your targets of conquest, even dragons."

"You don't have to say it, Blake."

Lothar raised his hand to interrupt the stinky pirate's description and confusion. He stared at the pirate and said:

"I know the necessity of these killings, and I can form my army of death with peace of mind, but now I have anger in my heart. You shaped me into this without my permission.

Blake Shaw!

You have to convince me. You have to give me a reason to spare your life! "

"Ah this."

The stinky pirate was a little confused by Lothar's question. He scratched his head and said to Lothar:

"Aren't these great reasons enough to convince the 'Saint of Death' in front of me, for the sake of world peace and justice, and to defend the world from the devil's madness?"

Lothar suddenly stood up and waved the gloomy long sword.

Frostmourne's evil screams of pleasure hit the heart of the stinky pirate. With just one stab, the handsome, wild and handsome stinky pirate would die.

Obviously, Lothar was not joking with him.

He really needs a reason to convince himself to accept his current dark self.

And he knew Black would give him a reason.

"Life is the currency of the emperor, my dear Lord Lothar."

Black raised his head, feeling the cold air of Frostmourne adding to his body, and said:

“To other kings, this may be just nonsense to show the majesty of the emperor, but to you, this sentence describes a fact.

Frostmourne, Helm of Domination, and the Lich King, these are just manifestations of an ancient conspiracy in Azeroth. The same thing has been happening in various places in the stars in the past.

You must use every life and soul at your disposal to help you make it to the end in this ongoing conspiracy.

It is obviously more in your interest for me to be alive than for me to be dead. Your Majesty, it's time for you to learn to solve problems with the thinking of a king instead of the recklessness of a warrior.

Therefore, in order to make this gold coin in your hands more valuable, please spare my life. "