Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1741 109. Generous rewards from conspirators [Additional update 1420]

"I don't understand."

By the natural lake of Makelei, Little Star squatted beside the lake with her head in her arms. She looked at her own face and beautiful big eyes reflected on the ripples of the lake. She frowned together with the chosen ones of the Quiet Ones around her. Frowning.

she says:

"I can understand that they want to overturn the balance of the Force and let chaos sweep across the stars, but shouldn't they start from other forces? Why should they extend the butcher knife to their own country?"

“Well, look at your stupid question that exposes your smart but not smart enough intelligence, I feel like any knock on your head right now will give you a hollow echo.

How do you want me to explain it to you? "

Blake grabbed a boom by the lake, leisurely tied the bait and threw the hook out. Blake was the only person present with a calm expression. He shook the bottle in his hand, sighed and said:

"Is there any smart guy here who is willing to come and explain this to our Highness the Star?"

Several people behind Blake were silent, but Red was a little eager to try. Of course, it wasn't because Red was smart enough. He was actually curious about the answer to the question asked by Little Star.

After several seconds of silence, Shaw lightly hammered his forehead and said:

"What Blake shows us is not the beginning of the conspiracy, but the end of it. Little Star, can I call you that?"

"You should have added 'Your Highness'."

Little Star raised her head and said proudly:

"But considering the good relationship between you and my human servant, my highness graciously allows you to call me by my name. Go ahead, human Shore, and tell me all the things I doubt."

"Then I really feel honored."

Xiao made a standard aristocratic thank-you gift in an exaggerated manner, then rubbed the mustache on his chin and softly explained to Little Xingxing:

“When the meteorite transformed by Aggramar hit the Eternal Arbiter, the conspiracy that the great emperor of the Shadow Realm had spent countless epochs formulating was completed.

Thinking about how terrible the deaths the Burning Legion has caused among the stars during the Burning Crusade over the past tens of thousands of years, this has put the balance of life and death in jeopardy. From my simple thinking as a mortal, I feel that after such a long time After the raging of , the realm of death among the six forces has already had the advantage of crushing other realms.

So the collapse of the death world order you see is not the emperor creating chaos in his own camp, little star, it is opening the shackles of the power of death.

Let me ask you, if they use the heart as a resource, and the heart can only be obtained through the soul, then under the circumstances that all souls entering the Shadow Realm will fall into the abyss from which they cannot escape, what will the four most powerful kingdoms do? What actions will they take to maintain their existence? "

This question made Red's eyes light up, and the chief suddenly stretched out his hand like a primary school student rushing to answer. This move made Evil Eye, who was also an orc, feel very embarrassed. He secretly kicked Red and scolded in a low voice:

"Just say what you want, don't make such terrible gestures, it will make me think you are a retard."

"Ha, I just want you to think so, so that I can take the opportunity to sneak attack you."

Red retorted harshly using Blake's sentence structure, then coughed twice and said to Little Star:

"This situation is exactly the same as when we orcs first occupied Blackstone Mountain. Your Highness, Dragon Highness, you should know how many damn factions and forces there are in that miserable place of Blackstone Mountain.

But when the Alliance defeated the old tribe and blocked the entire area around Blackstone Mountain, and we were unable to obtain various food and resources from the outside world, we would immediately start plundering each other.

During that time, the Dark Iron dwarves attacked Blackrock Tower like crazy, but I was wise and brave and secretly contacted the Thorium Brotherhood of the Dark Iron Resistance Army, and also attracted the Burning Thorn Trolls and Ogres who had nowhere to go. Their camp was able to withstand the attack of the Black Iron Dwarves.

But we all realized that such internal fighting was just a meaningless "involution" and would only benefit the enemies of the orcs and dark iron dwarves, so Thaurissan and I reached an agreement.

We began to fight against the Bronzebeards in the Badlands and Searing Gorge, and stole a lot of things from them.

I think that's what Crafty Shore was trying to say.

Yes, driven by the captain, the death of the Eternal Arbiter will lead to a terrible loss of anima, and there will be no souls to replenish the four kingdoms. They will start a civil war to snatch resources, but their strength is equal. Within a period of time, After fighting, they will reunite under the leadership of a wise conspirator.

Then"

Red shrugged, made a grinning throat-slitting salute to Little Star, and said:

"The army of death will cross the dilapidated curtain of life and death and enter the material stars. Since souls cannot be distributed in the Eternal City, they will complete their distribution before the souls enter the Shadow Realm.

I mean, they're going to attack every living thing that has a soul. Azeroth, Draenor, even the Burning Legion and the Sunless Sea

This is an existential contradiction that is irreconcilable.

Unless the four kingdoms of the Shadow Realm are willing to starve themselves to death, as long as one guy takes the lead, the other eternal dead will immediately launch an attack on the material world.

We are all going to die sooner or later anyway, right?

Our souls will return to the Shadow Realm sooner or later, so there is nothing wrong with the Eternal Dead 'slightly speeding up' this process, right? Maybe they would say it's just getting back what they already have. "

"The initiator of this horrific plunder will become the 'King' of the Shadow Realm."

Nathanos shook his head. He looked at Blake, who was leisurely fishing, with a complicated expression. He bit his lip and said:

"If nothing unexpected happens, Emperor Denathrius, who has prepared for this for countless epochs, will soon unite the remaining Eternals and become the master of the power of death.

He will become as terrifying a figure as Sargeras.

And judging from the strategy and ruthlessness he has shown so far, he will be more dangerous than Sargeras. At least there is still the threat of the void pulling at the Dark Titan, but who can check the unchained death? "

"The scariest thing is that we can't even resist."

The skinny boy ran back at some point. He pulled down his hood and added in a gloomy tone:

"Those guys are the extremely enhanced version of the undead natural disaster. Every time one of us dies, their strength will grow by one point, until eventually the entire material world will be occupied by death.

The noose has been put around our necks, tightening little by little to suffocate us. This is really desperate news. "

"I understand."

Little Xingxing nodded. She looked back at Blake, took a deep breath, stepped forward and kicked the fishing rod out of Blake's hand, then screamed and rushed forward to strangle the stinky pirate's neck with both hands. Screaming and shouting:

"This is all your fault! Captain Stinky, you are not good at cooperating with anyone. If you have to cooperate with such a dangerous bastard, look at you, you will kill everyone soon!"

Are you still in the mood for fishing at this time?

What a crapshoot!

Do you still have the nerve to enjoy life here in this situation?

Hurry up and think of a solution! Before those damn dead cross the veil and rush into the material world and we strangle them one by one, please think of a way! "

"What can I do? It took Denathrius countless epochs to compile this conspiracy. Do you expect me to think of a perfect solution in just a few years?"

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"Besides, if I don't do this job, someone will do it sooner or later. As long as the Burning Legion's expedition does not end, the accumulation of death power will not stop.

Until one day the balance of power could no longer be maintained, and it exploded like a bomb.

I just sped up the process.

So to be precise, I saved you. Don't look at me like I'm crazy, you little fool.

There is still some time before Emperor Denathrius unites the four kingdoms and the Eternals. This is the opportunity I have secured for you. The power of death cannot grow any longer, and the Legion's brutal rule over the stars must end.

The decisive battle in Azeroth must be won.

Well, actually it doesn’t matter if you lose.

If we lose, we will all turn into the Heavenly Soldiers of the Shadow Realm. With the strengthening of the power of death, we can still launch brutal revenge on the demons.

Then everyone struggled together and died in the apocalypse of death caused by the imbalance of the Force.

How romantic. "

Faced with this damn explanation, Little Xingxing was so angry that she was about to strangle the stinky pirate in front of her who only knew how to cause trouble. However, Blake slapped her casually, and the beautiful blue dragon princess screamed again. It became a little blue cat with fried hair that jumped up and down and meowed wildly.

Blake lifted her up by the back of her neck and looked at the way she opened her teeth and claws in the air. He shook his head and threw the kitten out casually, letting the guy draw a beautiful arc and finally land on Lan Lan who was passing by. Dean Yue's arms.

The pirate coughed a few times and said to the others behind him:

"I want to speak to my generous Emperor Denathrius and demand payment.

The situation is like this now. In this case, there is no opportunistic way except to go home and prepare for war. The threat of death may be terrifying, but the devil's counterattack is close at hand.

So don't think too much, go back and do whatever you need to do.

I will inform you if there are other arrangements. "

The Gods of Pirates looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, they collected the remaining wine bottles and various garbage on the lakeside, discussed these matters in low voices and left the place.

Even the little murlocs were driven away to play elsewhere by Black. When Black was the only one left by the quiet lake, the pirate moved his fingers and formed a wide magic mirror in front of him amid the lingering blood.

He rubbed the Seal of the King of Pain back in his hand. As he gently rotated the ring, the magic mirror in front of him quickly reflected the familiar back figure.

Under the still gloomy sky of Revendreth, the majestic Emperor was standing on the dome platform of his gorgeous Nathria Castle with his hands tied, and the bloody blade Lemonia was suspended submissively in the Emperor's hand, like a A sharp bloody scepter.

Denathrius in this posture has a certain aloofness, like an emperor who is about to complete a great cause and is overlooking his thousands of miles of country.

The strong wind carrying anima blew the emperor's pale long hair, and his bloody cloak kept swaying behind him. There was a half-filled glass of bright red wine floating in the hands of the coquettish guy.

When he felt Black's consciousness appear behind him, Emperor Denathrius laughed happily. He turned around, picked up the wine at hand, and raised a glass to Black in an elegant manner.

He said:

"Look who's here.

My best Death Herald, Hand of Sin, Titan Buster, Demon Slayer, your arrival has brought glory to the land under my rule, and I am deeply honored.

My dear Black Shaw, you single-handedly accomplished a feat that no one in the world could do. When the angry Titan soul descended from the sky and destroyed the ridiculous and miserable arbiter of destiny, precious freedom Then it came.

Through your hands the most beautiful things are given to every creature in this kingdom of death.

You are our benefactor, you are the benefactor of the entire Shadow Realm. "

"You are flattering, my lord."

Blake also acted very gentlemanly. He took out a bottle of wine from his arms, opened the lid and clinked glasses with the Emperor through the magic mirror. He said:

"I am just an insignificant pawn in your great plan. You gave me the honor to complete this great plan at the last moment. Thinking about it makes me feel trembling.

From this point of view, I should thank you instead of you bestowing on me the gratitude of a king.

However, before you give me your generous reward, I have a little question about my wife. "

"Ah, do you mean Lady Maiev Shadowsong?"

The emperor laughed, put the bloody wine in his hand to his mouth, took a sip, and said gracefully:

"The grandest welcome celebration in Revendreth's history was held in my castle. All the great figures of the Reaper Court arrived, and my servants prepared the most gorgeous ball in the Shadowlands for the guests.

Guess, my excellent servant, who is the protagonist of this banquet?

Do you need me to take you to the banquet to see Ms. Maiev, who is surrounded by stars? Of course, she was still a little uncomfortable with the bad weather in Revendreth, but that didn't matter.

I heard she was a woman who loved nature.

If she is willing, I can personally come forward to negotiate with that annoying dull woman, the Queen of Winter, to obtain a high-ranking title for your wife in the Night Palace.

This way she can continue to live in the forest she loves. As an Eternal, I assure you that your wife will never be bullied by anyone in this world.

Anyone who dares to disrespect her is provoking the entire Revendreth!

She deserves it.

After all, it was Ms. Maiev's great sacrifice that allowed my most valued servant to survive the threat of the void and achieve an almost impossible promotion.

Ah, a living god.”

Having said this, Emperor Denasius pretended to bow slightly to Blake, with a strange light floating in his eyes, and said in a gentle tone:

"It's an honor for me to get your help, Lord Moon Shadow."

"Then I'll trouble you, my supreme majesty, please take care of my wife. I still have to deal with some follow-up troubles in the material world."

Blake gave a sincere smile and did not show any dissatisfaction. He changed the topic and said:

"But you promised before that as long as your servant can complete your instructions, you will be rewarded."

"Yes, reward! I like this word, it represents the joy after victory."

The Emperor laughed and raised his hand. There was no trace of the ugly face of those black-hearted bosses who owed wages. He raised his hand to Black very generously, and a Venthyr crest shining with blood and made of energy appeared in his hand. .

He said:

"In the face of your extraordinary achievements, the reward I originally prepared for you seemed so worthless, so I temporarily increased the amount of this reward.

As you can see, I will give you the entire Revendreth and even my most precious treasure as the Sin Emperor as a reward.

This mark of sin"

"A bunch of keys?"

The pirate let out a weird laugh. He stared at the bloody mark in the emperor's hand and said:

"One of the five keys. As long as five are collected together, the passage to the Holy Land of the First Born can be opened, and the secret of completing the final step of becoming a god is hidden within.

As expected of you, you can see at a glance my current embarrassment and what I desire most.

Vessel, the supreme divine vessel.

Very well, my lord.

I am very pleased with this arrival, and I will send my servants to the Shadowlands to bring back this gift for me, but about your great plans."

Black pursed his lips, looked at the proud Emperor Denathrius, and said:

"I have a little addition. If you are not busy now, I hope I can tell you the plan that I have overstepped.

About Sargeras, about Azeroth.

Trust me, this won't take up much of your precious time. "