Shadow Trails in Azeroth

At midnight, Blake collapsed on the big bed in his captain's cabin with an expressionless expression.

The whole room was in a mess as if a storm had passed, including the perfect skulls carefully collected by the Pirates. They all fell to the ground helplessly and stared at the scene in front of them with their dark eye sockets.

But they didn't even dare to utter a whimper of dissatisfaction.

It's all because there is not only one god who has just satisfied his desire in the captain's cabin, but also a woman who is standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting her hair and makeup.

A powerful, charming, noble and arrogant woman.

Her Majesty Azshara looked at herself radiantly in the mirror. She caressed her perfect skin very narcissistically, and carefully used magic to restore her broken dress to its intact state.

She does not shy away from the gaze of the Silent One behind her, who is like a soulless body, in a sage state contemplating the mysteries of the universe. She does not regard this nudity as a sin.

In fact, as a perfectionist who has recovered the most precious treasure after losing it, Azshara does not mind if greedy or adoring eyes fall on this god-given body.

Beauty is her most deadly weapon, although she rarely uses it.

"The skills are good."

The Queen let her hair fall over her shoulders, turned around and glanced at Black, and threw out a few priceless Azshara gold coins, scattering them on Black's messy bed.

she says:

"I heard that this is a certain custom in the human world, used to appreciate things worthy of praise. I have to say that as the final night of ten thousand years of loneliness, the gods really gave me, the humble Elf Queen, the supreme love. joy.

Well, that's enough to take me back two hundred years.

But being too immersed in happiness will cause people to lose motivation, my dear Lord God, so please allow your senior followers to resign. "

"Huh? Just send me away with a few gold coins?"

Blake squinted at the gold coin that fell between his legs. He felt humiliated and said with a sullen face:

"Are you sending old Gani away?"

"Hoo ho ho"

Her Majesty Azshara covered her mouth and chuckled. She looked at Blake, who had no divine majesty at this time, and said in a long voice:

"I think it's enough, Lord God. As the supreme queen, I take the initiative to help you relieve your sorrow when you are lonely. This attitude alone is enough to prove my piety.

Even as a god, you can't be so picky.

Oh, you seem to have a new guest. I feel some kind of force gently 'beating' here on the material plane. It is coming. It is not good for others to see the Queen in such an indulgent posture.

I don't want to go across the world to hunt down some scoundrels who can't keep their mouth shut.

I really should leave. "

The Queen bid farewell to Black in an elegant manner. The long trailing skirt automatically moved without wind, outlining the supreme scenery under the skirt in front of Azshara's open portal.

Coupled with the queen's charming look back when she disappeared through the portal, it was obvious that she deliberately wanted to leave a perfect ending for tonight's indulgence.

She obviously hopes to use her charm to conquer the Silent One, but so far, this difficult task has not made much progress.

It is obvious that, as Blake said, after becoming a god, his aesthetic sense was also seriously elevated.

It is said that when a man can see through a woman's soul while looking at her appearance, it is really difficult to find a suitable woman who can accompany him through the long night.

"This is a red envelope."

Blake twitched his mouth, picked up an Azshara gold coin at hand and flicked it in front of his eyes, and the shining coin flew into a fantastic stream of light on his fingertips.

Queen Azshara clearly knows little about the customs of the human world.

She knew that she had to "tip" after enjoying something nice, but she didn't realize what it meant to tip a man after having sex.

To be honest, it would have been a great honor to Queen Azshara that Lord Silent One did not impose divine punishment on the spot to annihilate this arrogant woman.

"Knock, knock, knock! What are you knocking! It's late at night, isn't anyone else sleeping?"

Blake glanced at the void above his head and cursed fiercely. Just as Azshara said, a force that did not belong to the material world was trying to open the door next to those who felt the silence.

But because the majesty of the gods blocked the space, the guy couldn't successfully enter the material plane.

It can only keep "knocking on the door."

This annoyed Black, and the pirate stood up from the bed and threw out a ray of magic to activate the time magic arranged by Sephiel in the captain's cabin.

In the rotation of the earthy yellow light, the messy cabin and the broken objects were quickly turned back in time and sent back to their original places. Just a second later, the garbage-heap-like room turned back into the gloomy and full room. The oppressive captain's cabin.

Blake vaguely heard a familiar sigh, which came from Old Garni, the god of garbage dumps, who had advanced his scavenger priesthood to the level of the stars.

This bastard must have been secretly paying attention to Black. Ever since he got the star-studded garbage like Aggramar's body fragment from Black, and also got the eternal water bottle fragment a few days ago, Old Garni was sure for the umpteenth time. If you follow Blake, you will definitely pick up some good stuff.

But unfortunately, Old Garni's "following" behavior once again made him see things he shouldn't have seen.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to tell me what happened tonight, you'll be screwed."

Blake viciously threatened the empty cabin behind him:

"I won't cause trouble for you. We are friends after all, but you have to pray that Azshara is a kind monarch who doesn't mind someone spreading her secrets. Do you think she is?"

"You'd better put what you have in your hands, my dear Blake."

The voice of old Gani, who was pretending to cover his eyes and smiled playfully, came from nowhere. This damn dirty guy said in a long voice:

"Well, it's so intense. Her Majesty, the most noble Queen, has left you, this perverted god, a wonderful 'gift' to remember tonight.

What a caring and lovely girl. There are very few girls like her these days. You must learn to cherish her. "

"Go, go, you, a Lesognathosaurus, know nothing."

The pirate drove away Old Garni with a vicious voice, and he glanced at the thing in his hand again.

In the restoration of time magic, the simple clothes that had just been torn into pieces that belonged to Her Majesty the Queen were restored in his hands. The purple royal lace panties had the same artistic taste as the Queen's long skirt. I emphasize again, this thing is Lian Kui's. Even the dancers in Ersalas dare not wear it casually.

"What do I want it to do."

The pirate looked embarrassed at the "parting gift" in his hand. He clasped his fingers and called for the blazing moonfire to burn it, but Azshara obviously wanted to "tease" the Lord God.

This thing can't be burned by candlelight or magical flames. It's obviously unnecessary to use the divine power for this thing, so the pirate thought for a while and shrugged, and threw it into his bag.

Old Garni doesn't want this thing, because it is not junk, because its high-quality raw materials and superb tailoring skills make it shine orange in the hands of pirates.

Good guy, golden legend!

Queen's sexy pants

Well, this thing may also be classified as an "artifact" in the eyes of some very perverted and dirty people. For example, if the pirates sell it to Vashj, the Viper Lady who obviously has hidden lesbian attributes will definitely do it. Willing to do whatever it takes to get it and then sleep with it every night.

Gee, it’s really scary to think about it.

With such idle thoughts, Blake kept the Moon Night Armor in the form of pajamas in a very dishonorable manner. He just slumped down on his gorgeous and golden captain's chair and summoned a bottle of wine with a wave of his hand. He bit open the stopper with his mouth and flicked it, and the sealed space suddenly opened.

Caught off guard, the Dread Lord waiting on the other side fell with a roar, completing a shocking fall that landed face first in front of Blake.

With a bang, the captain's cabin reverberated with a laughable collision.

"Hey, isn't this our dear third lord Mephistros? What? You can't survive in the Twisting Nether, and you want to come back to me to find a job?"

The pirate looked at the Dread Lord with beautiful azure blue wings, rubbing his cheeks and getting up from the ground with the standard appearance of a drunkard.

By the way, these blue wings always look so beautiful.

Well, stop it, stop it!

I am a big kid now.

Don't be so easily attracted by these bright colors.

"I'm just here to deliver and receive the goods, the great and evil Silent One."

It can be seen that the third lord is very unhappy, obviously because the long period of existence as Blake's inner demon has brought a terrible psychological shadow to it.

But this time the mission came directly from Nathria Castle, so Mephistross, who had been completely "socially dead" in the circle of the Dread Lord, could not shirk it.

They can only serve the Emperor and his divine collaborators with all their complaints.

Mephistros obviously did not intend to stay too long on this damn ghost ship. It had no intention of chatting with Blake about its "good memories" in the past. It got up from the ground and started talking about business seriously.

The fear devil raised his claws with a gloomy face. In the bloody light, the Eternal Seal belonging to Emperor Denathrius emerged in the air, and was pushed to Black by the third lord.

The pirate poured a sip of wine into his mouth, not caring at all about the disdain in the Dread Lord's eyes. Of course, that was not contempt for the great power, it was purely because the Dread Lord thought you had become a god!

Can strong power help you make up for your lack of self-esteem? Do you think hiding out on your boat in your pajamas and drinking alcohol is really what an evil god should do?

Shouldn't you appear among the stars now, howling and spreading the seeds of chaos to the star world that is being poisoned by the Burning Legion? How about doing something consistent with your status as a god?

Its thoughts are undoubtedly felt by the Silent One.

But the Quiet One is a very selfish person. He doesn't care what others think of him. Anyway, a little Dread Lord's complaints can't change the fact that he has become a god.

Blake focused his gaze on the bloody emblem suspended in front of him.

This thing looks like an energy creation. It has no entity, shines with light and even has no shadow. It is more like a collection of "concepts".

But just such a thing that would not be noticed anywhere else contains the ultimate secret of the Shadow Realm and even the entire stars.

Blake put his hand on the bloody emblem, and a line of description bloomed in front of his eyes:

Name: Mark of Sin·Key to the Firstborn

Quality: Creation of the Force [Death]

Item effects:

Together with the other four keys, it opens the psychic path to Zaresantis, the Holy Land of the First Born.

Notice:

This item is only effective when used in specific areas of the Shadowlands.

Item description:

In terms of absolute power, the Eternal One is actually lower than the Titan Creator. At the highest point of the death spectrum, there is a creature called the "First Born". But they are gone. They gave the power of death to the Eternals, but buried their secrets forever in the core area of ​​the death force.

Use these keys with caution, they can bring about more than just destruction.

"Cool, one-fifth of the 'employee card' of Eternal's manufacturing and assembly workshop is really a good reward."

Blake tossed the mark up and down in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his hand to levitate his beloved Salamani sword in front of him.

He touched the swords of his sisters who had followed him for a long time with great emotion, and said softly:

"The moment of your destiny has arrived, my dear Twins of Divine Swords. You are about to be sent to the darkest and unforgiving realm of the Kingdom of Death, where you will receive the final completion from a star craftsman.

I believe that when you fully demonstrate your deadly power, the entire Shadow Realm will tremble because of you.

Go ahead.

Go there and receive final promotion as your Master. "

"But will you come to pick us up?"

The meek White Sword Sharathol asked softly with reluctance and a sad tone:

"That is a journey that spans the realm of life and death. Master, please don't let us wait too long."

"Stupid sister, don't you realize how weak you are?"

After Sharathol spoke, Black Sword Eremeni also screamed:

"As weapons, we can no longer keep up with the footsteps of our great master. We can no longer adapt to the master's powerful and evil power. As weapons, we are no longer qualified and we should be abandoned.

But the master didn't do this.

He has given us the gift to continue following Him, and we cannot waste this gift. Put away your weak tears, this is a promotion we must complete!

We must become the weapons of the Quiet One and Lord Moon Shadow, otherwise I would rather we rot in a garbage dump that never sees the light of day. "

"I'll pick you up."

The pirate stroked his beloved weapon like a kitten and said:

"You will have a new name. We can discuss this while we still have some time. I think the name 'Delight of Fire' is great.

Or to be polite, I can call you ‘Pleasure of Fire’. "

"No! I don't like it!"

"Hate that damn name!"

The black and white sword sisters who always quarreled unanimously rejected the stinky pirate's proposal at this moment. Amidst their chatter, Blake rubbed his forehead with a headache and said:

"But 'King's Sorrow' doesn't quite fit. I'm not a king, and I don't want to be a king. Calling it 'God's Sorrow' is a bit too straightforward, and I don't like it.

Alright alright.

Let’s just call you ‘sorrowful’. "

Blake stretched out his fingers and, with a very artistic technique, turned the Salasian word "sorrow" into an inscription on the hilt of the Salamani battleship.

He whispered:

"This is the new name I gave you. It protects you from being wiped out by those damn bastards. I kind of like it when you make noise around me.

Go ahead.

I'll pick you up soon. "

Blake reluctantly said goodbye to his weapon. He raised his head and looked at the Dread Lord in front of him and said to it:

"Bring my weapons to Revendreth. The emperor will know how to strengthen them. You have to be careful, Mephistros, they will kill you if you dare to be careful.

In addition, you seem to have died an honorable death in Nathrezim society. Even the Dreadlord agents active in the Sunless Sea are whispering about the tragedy of how you were captured by mortals.

Your career is over.

Ever considered serving another great force? Because of the pleasant cooperation we have had, I can really offer you a position under me. "

"Ha, serving a sloppy alcoholic god?"

The third lord moved his blue claws and said with a sneer:

"What do I have to pay for that? Loyalty? You know we don't have that."

"What do I need your loyalty for? That means nothing to me."

The pirate curled his lips, took a sip of wine, and said softly:

"I want your mind, that's all."