Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"I have a 'surprise' for you in Blackstone Mountain."

A few minutes later, facing the silent Lothar, Blake glanced at his frozen pirate smock distressedly, which was one of his favorite clothes.

He patted the dead frost on his clothes and said to Lothar who sat down again in front of him:

“That is the strongest of your ‘Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse’, a berserker who can help you conquer the world and conquer the stars, a soul as heavy, as wild, and as great as you.

But you can't gain his loyalty yet.

Just like you, he has a choice in the face of death, and you must do something to show that you are a king worthy of following, or else he will simply sneer in response to your solicitation. "

"Brox Saurfang?"

Lothar raised her head and said to Blake:

"Or Orgrim Doomhammer?"

"Orgrim is gone, my lord.

I know you admire your former opponent, but unfortunately, he made a deal with me. In order to ensure the future of the orcs, he was willing to turn into a bunch of meaningless wraiths. "

Blake shrugged and said:

"It's Brox, the man who chopped up a god. He will be the most anticipated chocolate on your journey to death. His delicious taste will definitely make the world tremble.

Of course, you are delicious enough too.

If I were a mad Lord of Death, I would desperately want your soul and your allegiance. "

"Shut up."

Lothar closed his eyes, like the dead sleeping, and whispered:

“Get lost, Blake Shaw.

Before I completely tolerate what you have done, don't appear in front of me again, go back to your world of the living, and continue to play your shameful conspiracy.

Go back and tell them!

Anduin Lothar is dead!

He has merged with Frostmourne. He has become a miserable prisoner of death, and will brutally kill every righteous warrior. Let them not come looking for death! "

"Well, I guess that's a bit difficult, my lord."

Blake shrugged and said:

"I am absolutely certain that the cunning Nathrezim must have told the news about the Helm of Domination to the warriors who are paying close attention to you.

The Dread Lord associates the Helm of Domination with the task of freeing your soul, luring those desperate warriors desperate to rescue you into horrific traps.

Just like I chose you to be the master of Frostmourne, they will choose a master of the Helm of Command among those heroes to fight against you.

Maybe it's Varian Wrynn, maybe Arthas Menethil, of course, it's more likely to be the missing Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine, or the Holy Light Pope. Ronthos Fao.

Anyway, in my opinion, these souls have great potential."

"Then stop them!"

Lothar said in a deep voice as if giving an order:

"Use all your means to prevent those fools from stepping into the devil's trap, and use your bottomless evil to punish those fear devils who play with their souls.

As you said, life is my currency and I must use it wisely.

I will not allow the nathrezim to put their dirty claws into my treasure house, go! ‘The Punishing Hand of the Lich King’ Black Shaw, I command you!

Go and cut off the claws of those shameful demons!

Warn them with blood and pain! "

"As you command, my lord."

The stinky pirate laughed, pretended to bow to His Majesty the Lich King, and then exited the captain's room. When he closed the door, he made an OK gesture to the old troll beside him who was waiting eagerly.

The latter immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Go and serve His Majesty loyally."

Black said to Gaboa:

"He is about to launch a war of destruction against the frost trolls, and you can be his best scout and plunderer, and the black knights can also serve as his majesty's undead vanguard.

Of course, as we said before, the bodies and souls of the trolls belong to our Lich King, the power and inheritance of the troll Loa belong to you, and the treasures of the trolls belong to the Black Knight.

Everyone will get satisfactory rewards from it. "

"how about you?"

Gaboa rubbed his three-fingered troll paw expectantly. After a few seconds, he looked at Black suspiciously and said:

"What about you? What can you get from it? Are you really doing good things? No way? You actually started to do good things?"

"I got a spared dog's life."

Blake stroked his handsome cheek melancholy, and whispered:

"I originally wanted to do some outrageous things in Zul'Drak to entertain myself, such as grabbing a Loa to make some evil oath or something. To tell you the truth, I even found the target.

Snow leopard goddess Ha Kea not only has first-class looks, but also has great potential. She is in line with the desires of my dark little girlfriend. She should also have one more top-quality fur in her wardrobe.

It's a pity that His Majesty Lothar forbids me from misbehaving on his territory, so I can only reluctantly give up.

But that's okay, I've found a better replacement.

So, my dear Gaboa."

The smelly pirate reached out and patted the old troll on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Can you take good care of Hakeya for me? I promised when I was separated from her last time that I would definitely go back and 'see' her."

"No problem, wrap it around me, and the snow leopard goddess will definitely feel the evil warmth from Black Shaw."

Gaboa laughed, and walked arm-in-arm with Blake from below the deck to a small bar in the cabin. There, the two met the black knights who were celebrating a major victory, so a group of bad guys got drunk together. .

Time advances to early morning.

The drunken pirate pushed open the door of his cabin. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and pushed the door in drunkenly. As a result, he saw an angry woman beside his bed, drinking alone. Boring wine.

"Hey, isn't this Ms. Kim Tessa?"

Black burped and greeted the Dreadlord Queen in front of her enthusiastically, wanting to poke him to death with her eyes. Jin Tesha, who was very arrogant in Draenor before, would be very depressed now.

The gorgeous Nathrezim armor on her body has disappeared, replaced by a set of Venthyr-style "minion armor". The anima gems and various weapons embellishments that represent her noble status have also been removed.

This makes this fear witch look very simple and very embarrassed.

There are still whip marks on her pale skin. It seems that she was severely "punished" before coming to Blake. She probably already knew her sad fate, so her eyes were stained with blood and tears. filled with despair and self-abasement.

A pile of empty wine bottles had been thrown at her recurved feet. Judging from the number of those bottles, the decadent witch in front of her, smelling of alcohol, had a good drinking capacity.

But after seeing the labels on the bottles clearly, the drunk Blake immediately sobered up.

He scolded with a cold eyebrow:

"Hey! What's going on with you, this demon pet? Why did you secretly drink my wine without my permission? Do you know that you drank up at least one villa in the best area of ​​Stormwind City in this meal?"

"What's the problem?"

Jin Tesha turned her head and stared at Black with dead fish eyes. The former queen of Nasrezim said in a long voice:

"Have I not become your prisoner? Shouldn't I have served you under your command for ten thousand years? Am I not a damn pet in your hands?

You humiliated me so much that I couldn't resist. What's wrong with me drinking two bottles of wine from you now?

Are you such a mean bastard?

Your loyal pet who won’t even give you a few bottles of wine? "

"Oh, my, I'm full of resentment."

Blake chuckled and walked to Jin Tesha. He looked at the fear witch who had lost all power and all future and was therefore extremely decadent. He said:

“But who can blame it?

At that time outside the Temple of Karabor, you shouldn't have agreed to change the content of our bet, right?

It was you who insisted on challenging my wisdom at the conspiracy level without overestimating your capabilities. You got a deserved defeat, which proved that your evil was nothing more than that.

For a Dreadlord who values ​​conspiracy, would losing to a conspirator like me make you feel bad?

No no no.

You should feel honored. You have the honor to learn more powerful dark wisdom from me. I don't even ask for money from you. "

"Don't touch me! You bastard!"

Jin Tessa slapped Blake's paw away, raised her head, poured a bottle of wine into her mouth, and smashed the bottle on the table like a madwoman with bad wine.

she shouted:

"I had already won! Velen's mind has collapsed, and he has even been exposed to Frostmourne, but that damn bird

Your little bird ruins it all.

This is all your secret plan, and you have already mapped out the outcome for us before this gamble actually begins.

you!

It would be a waste for a bastard like you to be born as a human, if you were a Dreadlord."

"You should be glad I'm not."

The pirate snorted, took out a devil's contract that he had prepared a long time ago from his bag, slapped it on the table in front of Jin Tesha, and said:

"If I were born as the Dread Lord, guys like you would have become my prisoners, miserable prisoners in every sense of the word.

Come, sign it, my nathrezim pet. "

Blake patted Kim Taesha's unique devil horns, which were coiled twice like a sheep, like a puppy, and he said:

"You should be glad that I already have a more suitable twin demon, otherwise you will become the next pathetic guy.

However, my demonic servants are getting stronger day by day, and I really need a powerful guy to lead them to do something in the twisted void. "

"Hey, you're a bastard who only bullies women."

Jin Taisha complained, and with the strength of wine, she picked up the hot devil contract and tore it open in her hands, dripping her blood without looking at it, but Blake was 'reminding' beside her:

"Don't just use blood, my dear servant, you also need to use your heart to sign it. Only in this way can you ensure your 'loyalty'. Standing in front of you is a great warlock.

I know very well that the contract made by the demon blood has no binding force on you Dreadlords who regard betrayal as an instinct. "

"Stop playing tricks on you."

Jin Taisha sneered and said:

"It was an order from Emperor Denathrius to ask me to become your demon servant. I did something wrong and brought shame on the Emperor. It is necessary and deserved to accept punishment.

The emperor's orders are more reliable than any devil's contract.

You know, we Nathrezim have never been able to resist our 'Creator'. If the emperor wants me to be your loyal dog, then I will serve you wholeheartedly. "

After saying that, the demonic contract in the hands of the Dread Witch burned, and the beating embers formed a very special bloody emblem in the air, which was the Venthyr Sin emblem of Revendreth.

This thing danced and landed on Blake's finger, turning into a strange mark like a brand.

He immediately felt his soul extending, and there was an obvious pet entry in the warlock's contract slot:

Name: "Pretender" Kim Taesha

Race: Natrezim/Bloodborn [Legendary Race]

Occupation: Level 60 Blood Daughter·Elite/Level 60 Demon Assassin·Elite/Level 60 Shadow Pretender·Elite

Legendary occupation: level 12 demon lord·leader/level 12 fear hunter·leader

Mythical Profession: Level 1 King of Fear [Death/Fel Power]

Status: Blood Exile·The Emperor’s Punishment/Demon Contractor

Contract Ownership: Blake Shaw

illustrate:

When a dreadlord volunteers to become a warlock's pet, any warlock with any sense should refuse.

But Jin Tesha's loyalty to Blake Shaw is unquestionable, not because she likes Blake so much, but just because her master asks her to do so.

"So, this is all the master's mission?"

Blake looked at the entry description in front of him and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He looked at Jin Tesha with strange eyes.

He could feel that the Dread Demon in front of him had almost no resistance to his obedience. He could ask the Dread Demon in front of him to do anything for him, and the latter would never resist.

It seems that Jin Tesha's complaint that these Nasrezim cannot resist their creator is true. The emperor's order means everything to them, even beyond their own existence.

This is truly horrific slavery.

"Here, put this on, my dear Kim Tessa."

Blake shrugged, putting aside his pity for the Dreadlords who looked evil and terrifying but actually had no freedom at all.

He waved his hand and took out a pair of beautiful and exquisite chains from his luggage, made of magic steel and assisted by the exaggerated artistic techniques of the elves, and placed them in front of Jin Taisha's twitching eyes.

He sat on the chair and said to the demon servant in front of him:

"Last time you said that if you won, you would put a dog leash on me and lead me through the city. Unfortunately, you lost, so I specially prepared this for you."

"You bastard."

The Dread Witch screamed, but she could not resist Black's evil will, so she could only obey and pick up the beautiful dog leash with shaking hands.

But the next second, Jin Taisha said in a strange tone:

"Isn't this thing prepared for me? Black, my master, there are other women's names engraved on your necklace. This was originally prepared for Maiev Shadowsong?"

"What! You saw it wrong!"

The stinky pirate dodged the collar with his hand, rubbed it a few times, erased the original name, and then took out his knife and wrote Jin Tesha's name on it again.

Then he threw this thing to his Dreadlord servant and said:

"Now it's all yours."

"Come on, take it with you and let me see. It'll be fun."