Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake bit the bait thrown by Emperor Denathrius without any hesitation.

This perfectly reflects the greed he should have in the eyes of the emperor, and also makes the emperor feel more at ease with his guy who is called a "servant" but is actually more like a "partner".

That's just the way it is.

Although everyone talks about admiring those upright and good people, when they really want to do things together, they always have to hold each other's handle to truly gain trust.

While the two sides were chatting enthusiastically and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"Then, Your Majesty, I have a small question, about the Helm of Domination. You have also seen Lothar's potential, but the death he can create in Azeroth has reached its limit.

This is not because Lothar is a weakling.

It's just that Frostmourne can't exert its true power without the Helm of Domination.

And your great cause is about to be truly launched. I think there is no need to pity your incompetent Nasrezim servants at this time.

Their secret struggle with me can only destroy the greatness of your great cause. It is difficult for me to truly dedicate everything to you by staying with such insects who only think about personal interests.

Therefore, it is better to let those fear devils prepare the Helm of Command, and I will go directly to get it when the time comes.

Anyway, the stronger the power of death in Azeroth, the more majestic you become, which is the icing on the cake for your endless great achievements. "

"Well, you are right."

The emperor also nodded.

He also felt that the moment had come. Even if the Nasrezim were not convinced that Black was overpowering them in conspiracy and conspiracy, they still had to honestly contribute to their endless great cause.

However, the emperor also hesitated.

After all, the Nathrezim have served Him conscientiously for many epochs. Although Black is very easy to use, it cannot chill the hearts of his old subordinates.

So after thinking for a while, the emperor said:

"I will inform the Dreadlords to prepare the Helm of Domination. Lothar, a strange soul, also has his own persistence. I will never be able to truly trust him without wearing the Lich King's helmet.

Perhaps as compensation for the Nasrezim's concession, I should arrange for a few capable subordinates to go to Lothar's side to assist him.

What do you think?

My servant, do you think this decision of mine is appropriate? "

"Of course that is very appropriate, my lord."

Blake said in a respectful tone:

"I just want to take back the pain of domination and give it to Lothar. As for other things, I don't care.

It is natural that the power of death should be fully controlled by you, so it is natural for you to send your own envoys to the headquarters of the Undead Scourge.

I have only one request.

Those damn nathrezim who are jumping up and down can't destroy some of my plans in that world, otherwise I will be very angry. Of course, this anger comes from the incompetent people's interference with the smooth advancement of your great cause.

If they get in my way, I will kill those incompetent bastards on behalf of my supreme majesty, lest they continue to tarnish the supreme glory of the Sinful Emperor.

In addition, considering the danger of this current life, if I unfortunately die in this dangerous job, what will my status be in the other world?"

"Don't worry, my servant."

Emperor Denasius waved his hand and said calmly:

"My incompetent son, the slanderous Raythonar, the traitor who broke my heart, launched a failed treachery against me not long ago. I have captured him and thrown him into the Maw.

I want him to stay awake for a few epochs to reflect on his foolish actions.

It's not that I don't allow him to launch a rebellion, but his preparations and the plot he used were so clumsy that I was extremely disappointed, and he simply didn't look like a qualified Venthyr.

As for his position, I very much hope that you can inherit it, Black.

If you unfortunately die in battle, you will become the sin prince of all Venthyr the moment you die, and you will become my legal heir. "

"Wow, this really makes me feel honored."

Blake showed a very satisfied expression. He bowed in front of the mirror and sent the benefactor away respectfully. But the moment the blood light dissipated, Blake's expression turned cold.

Damn it!

I originally wanted to be an evil partner with you, and you actually want to be my father?

These Eternals are not very capable, but their ambitions are not small, and they are just having fun.

However, did Prince Resonar, the son of Emperor Denathrius, launch a rebellion at this time? The time seems to be a bit wrong. Has the change and arrangement of my destiny begun to affect the world on the other side?

Blake blinked. He was a little unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but what was certain was that there were probably some guys in the Shadow Realm who were already eyeing him.

This can be seen from the fact that Emperor Denathrius carefully explored the surroundings before the summons, but the Emperor did not share this news with Black.

This fully proves that Emperor Denathrius, in addition to promising the temptation of "becoming a god", actually still regards Black as a chess piece that although very useful, can still be sacrificed.

"What a ruthless and domineering man."

The pirate shook his head and complained, then clasped his hands and bowed to the sky. He said:

"It's better that you treat me well, my dear Majesty the Moon God, you never treat me as a dispensable consumable. From this point alone, I know that no matter what the Eternal One or the Lord of the Void, you are the only one." The white moonlight is my only warm home."

Lady Elune showed no response to Black's disgusting prayers.

She probably saw through the free-for-profit nature of this stinky pirate. This bastard must be hoping that Lady Elune can give him some strength to protect him in his upcoming adventure in the world of Argus.

Luna made up her mind to leave him alone.

But a few minutes later, under Blake's surprised gaze, a few rays of pure moonlight actually turned into broken light and fell on him, making his Moon Night War God's power purer and more solid.

Argus was where Blake was headed, after all.

That is a place where the life power of the Moon God is difficult to reach. Once a chosen god like Black is in danger, even Ms. Elune will have difficulty rescuing him in time within the coverage of the evil force.

As for why not give more divine power, the reason is very simple.

The stinking pirate had previously communicated with Maiev about the power of the Moon Night War God. This system represented the disciplinary power of Elune's dark fury. Although the Moon Goddess was benevolent, her power had its own majesty.

Black doesn't even dare to push the Moon Night War God's power to the extreme now.

He was afraid that he would lose control, afraid that he would be lost in the desire for slaughter shrouded in the black moon.

Maiev also warned him several times that when the Moon Night God of War transforms, he must leave a few thoughts to maintain his mind. Once you really fall into madness, whether you can survive depends entirely on how much the Moon God values ​​you.

The stories of the Moon Night War Gods in other worlds among the stars that the pirates knew basically ended with the death of the Moon Night War God himself.

It was not the enemy that killed them, but the punishing power from the Moon God that made them fall at their strongest moment.

"Container, the final test of every force is the container itself. Isn't this the so-called secret of becoming a god?"

Blake looked at the light spots floating in his hands, he sighed helplessly, and then sincerely thanked Ms. Elune for her generosity.

Just the fact that he gives benefits without asking for anything in return is enough to make Blake fall in love with Ms. Luna.

Of course, compared to the "generosity" of the other two bosses he was loyal to, there was nothing that could be done about the fact that Ms. Elune seemed a bit stringent every time she gave benefits.

The rules of the Force of Life constrain the Moon God, preventing him from squandering his power wantonly. After all, life is about growth and balance.

This is determined by the attributes of the Force.

Luna cannot break this rule.

She could only give Black a little more before he left, but this action itself made the pirate feel that Lady Luna was indeed a benevolent god as her believers said.

If nothing else, this sense of security alone is overwhelming.

Of course, for Blake, if Luna could give him a little more every time, he would definitely give up.

"Do these guys need to sleep for three days?"

The pirate looked back at the dwarves, pandamen, monkeys, and fishmen stacked up in his cabin, sleeping soundly. He blew out a smoke ring with a headache, and deliberately threw these guys out.

But after seeing the monkey's saliva soaking his sheets, Blake decisively decided to find a relationship and ask Maraad to arrange a new cabin for him.

Anyway, this time the Exodar went to Argus for a reconnaissance mission. Even if it was not fully loaded, the cabin of the escort spacecraft was still sufficient.

If it's not possible, let the death knights free up. The dead don't need rest anyway.

With such bad thoughts in mind, Black walked out of the cabin with the pipe that burned like a ball of fire. As a result, he bumped into a sneaky-dressed guy, wearing a long cloak that almost covered his whole body.

Blake had deliberately made himself taller before, which directly resulted in the collision. The former's head hit the pirate's chin with a bang.

The guy let out a cry of pain, covered his head and squatted on the ground, and the things in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

Blake's eyes were very sharp, and he could see at a glance that his name seemed to be written on a book under his feet. The guy he knocked down screamed when he saw Blake, and took the book he was holding with him in a swish. The books disappeared.

But the pirate stepped on a copy, preventing the thing from disappearing with the magic.

"This little star is here as soon as he comes, why is he still hiding his head and tail?"

Blake recognized at a glance that the guy covering himself was Little Star herself. Perhaps Her Royal Highness the Blue Dragon Princess came to these strange places to collect ideas for her works?

Speaking of which, she would not miss such a grand story like the Draenei's expedition to Argus, as she loved being in the spotlight.

So this book is probably a draft of Little Star?

The pirate bent down and picked up the book at his feet, intending to see if Little Xingxing's writing had improved recently, but his eyes immediately widened when he saw the title on the cover.

"Blake

The pirate read out this ridiculously long title word for word in human language. His anger was building up with every word he read. When he read the last word, the sinister aura belonging to the ancient gods had condensed around Blake. The substantial dark aura is like the evil ghost in the heart roaring, contaminating everything around him with corrosive power.

Blake's fingers tightly clasped the damn draft in his hand, and it let out a burning scream as it was burned by the void fire, turning into ashes flying all over the ground.

Although this thing is not named.

But when you turn to the first page and read the familiar grammar and wording, you will know whose handwriting it is.

"Stella Gosa!!!"

The pirate's angry roar spread throughout the cabin at this moment, and he whispered:

"I'll give you the last ten seconds. You'd better think of a reason for me to let you go! Or call the Spellweaver."

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"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

At the same time, in a remote cabin of the Exodar, the little star who ran back frantically used magic to organize all the manuscripts in the cabin, suspended them in the air and burned them to ashes with dragon fire.

She was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

After seeing Black and Hisali Black Crow leave, she was sure that the pirates would not set off to Draenor so soon, so she chose this secret place to start a new round of "creation". Unexpectedly, she just came here I was caught before I was ready to create inspiration.

That's right, in addition to creating a series of fan novels, Xiaoxing also occasionally writes "part-time" vulgar things.

It's not that Little Xingxing relies on this stuff to make a living, it's just that the dirty stories about Blake on the market were too fake. As a close friend of Blake, Little Xingsing can see a lot of loopholes at a glance.

Such crude works were intolerable to Little Xingxing's "craftsman spirit", so one drunken night in the cabin of the Nagfar, driven by alcohol, she was bored and wrote an article herself. .

She gave it away as a bonus work for the "Little Stars Book Club". Unexpectedly, the response was amazingly good. Her book friends wrote letters asking Master Xingxing to write more articles.

They are also willing to pay.

When interest becomes a means of making money, things develop naturally.

So after a lot of back and forth, the smart little star opened up a new track for his flourishing creative career.

But she was well aware of the dangers of doing so, but because writers who didn't mind the excitement probably wanted to pursue excitement, she actually persisted.

Unfortunately, doing bad things will always get you into trouble.

Such as now

"Stellagosa! I'll give you the last ten seconds. You'd better think of a reason for me to let you go! Or call the Spellweaver."

Blake's angry voice rang in Little Xingxing's ears. This time, it was a rare phantom sound, which made Little Xingxing turn pale.

Her little mind could fully understand the seriousness of the situation at this time, so she squatted on the spot holding her head, shivering in fear amid the flying ashes.

"It's over, it's over, he called me by my full name. This situation seems to be very serious. I feel like I'm going to die. Wuwuwu, in short, I regret it now, very, very much."

The stupid little star was frightened.

She knew that if Blake really wanted to follow him, she would never be able to run away. She could only pray that the stinky pirate was in a better mood today.

"boom"

When the desperate countdown reached three, Little Star's cabin door was kicked open, and Blake, wrapped with substantial void erosion power, appeared outside the door like a life-seeking demon.

In his hand he held a nine-tailed whip that made Little Star tremble all over.

"It's over, I'm gone"

Well, this was the last thought before Her Highness Xingxing was frightened and fainted. She rolled her eyes and fell to the ground with a pop. The burning ashes fell down and spread on the little Xingxing like the last covering of soil before burial.

It's so miserable.