Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What’s the first thing you do after reuniting with your long-awaited wife in the world of death?

Blake, the top scumbag, had thought about this question countless times during his empty period after completing joint experiments with other women that went deep into the essence of life, but he never got an answer.

A passionate kiss? Or pull him into a small dark room and greedily seek for the long-lost warmth like a wild animal? Or maybe he would take out the diary he had written secretly and hold Ma Wei in his arms and read it to her to trick the cold warden lady into tears?

The Pirates found it difficult to choose.

According to the thinking of adults who overestimate their abilities, they probably want them all.

But when the moment really came, when Black drove his own mountain of sin monuments and swaggered to the sky above Nathria Castle under the stunned gazes of the Venthyr of Revendreth, he saw the man wearing a gorgeous and complicated long dress. , when the girl came towards him with an umbrella, the evil god acted according to the instinct in his heart.

There was no passionate kissing, no sex, not even taking out the diary.

The pirate stepped lightly on the mountain of his sin monument, and his whole body rose into the wind and hugged Maiev in the air.

The two people hugged each other with four arms and twirled lightly in the bloody dusk of Revendreth, letting the gorgeous umbrella fall from their hands, then swirling in the air and flying around in the wind.

No unnecessary words were needed, only two hearts beating fiercely at the same frequency, reverberating between the two like drums.

I'm probably really old

Blake held his rightful daughter in his arms and felt the suppressed cries of the other person in his arms. He sighed in his heart that maybe he no longer had the passion he had when he was young.

Or maybe he gave all his passion to the other girls around him to make up for his lack of care for them. After all, he had given his whole heart to the charming lady in front of him.

"Why are you crying?"

Blake gently placed his head on Maiev's cold forehead.

He didn't care about the unexplained gazes around him. He looked like a young man immersed in the glory of love in broad daylight and said in a disgusting tone:

"Didn't I come?"

"I'm just afraid you won't come"

Maiev no longer had to pretend to be strong and indifferent at the mental and physical levels. In the arms of this man, she let go of all her worries and pretense. She wiped her tears and whispered:

"After meeting 10,000 years ago, I thought we had spent the best time, and maybe our story would really end in the interval between life and death as I imagined.

Perhaps this gloomy and evil land has polluted me, making my expectations for the future darker and darker.

Worrying about gains and losses is a terrible sin that threatens to overwhelm me.

I don't want you to come here either.

That means you gave up the continuation of the legend in Azeroth and accepted the cruel fate of being assimilated by death just for a woman who should disappear from your life.

It's not worth it.

You have other women waiting for you who are no worse than me and who love you just as much as I do. "

"They are all here."

Blake showed a smile, stretched out Maiev again, and used the stubble on his chin to scratch Maiev's pale face. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and said:

"Even the most jealous of Xal'atath says that we are all incomplete without you, and my dear Warden has captured not only my heart, but theirs as well.

Well, what a bunch of nuisances. "

Lord Evil God felt that the eyes around him were getting more and more gossipy, he curled his lips and said:

"Perhaps I should summon the Sunless Sea to come here and drag all these damn vampires into the ocean of truth to punish them for their rude prying into the private affairs of noble people."

"But I don't mind."

Maiev raised her head, with an inexplicable smile in her blood-red eyes, kissed Blake's neck gently, and said:

"I will cooperate with you in whatever you do here, my love, you deserve this."

"But I am not in the mood to perform some plot that cannot pass the review in public."

The evil god snorted, held Maiev's slender waist, stretched out his hand to grab the whirling bloody umbrella, and led his lover back to the mountain of his exaggerated sin monument.

He glanced at the scarlet umbrella in his hand. The umbrella handle made of unknown bones had a special and non-existent mark on it. He looked at Maiev again and said:

"It seems that you have a good relationship with the Stonesmith. That terrifying and reclusive person would actually take the time to make such a beautiful and deadly weapon for my little cutie."

"She is waiting for your arrival."

Maiev took the closed umbrella, held it in her hands like an elegant lady, brushed her long hair flying in the wind, and said to Blake:

"She was a wonderful and loyal friend."

The pirate didn't answer.

He was just admiring his wife's drastically changed style. This ladylike style that had never appeared in Maiev made a fire rise in Blake's heart.

It's like the urge to crush a beautiful oil painting, to burn a delicate work of art, to devour all the beautiful flesh and blood like a hungry wolf biting a little white rabbit.

Well.

I'm not old yet, which is really good news.

Maiev sensed the fire in the pirate's eyes, and she glared at him with a charming look from the corner of her eyes, but it did not extinguish the fire at all and instead made the light in the evil god's eyes even more intense.

Sure enough, the old man's words were full of philosophy, such as how a little separation is better than a newlywed.

"The emperor has prepared a grand welcome banquet for you."

The Venthyr-turned-Madame Maiev played with the ends of her hair and whispered:

“Are you going to be a rude guest?

This would put the connections I had managed to build in Revendres at risk of collapse. After all, I am now one of the reserve rulers of this country. "

"snort."

The evil god moved his neck and drove the mountain of sin under his feet to approach the gorgeous city-like Nathria Castle. He saw Emperor Denathrius who greeted him with a false smile on the dome platform.

The guy even opened his hands to show his welcome.

There was already cheerful music playing in the most luxurious hall of the Blood Castle. When the door of the dome hall behind the emperor opened, the gorgeous red carpet stretched out all the way driven by several mud servants.

The remaining four Sin Reapers, who had not appeared before, also filed out with their servants, standing on both sides of the road behind the emperor, welcoming the incoming distinguished guests with the highest Venthyr etiquette.

They may not be aware of the conspiracy and deep relationship between Unicron and Black.

But they were absolutely obedient to the Lord of Sin, and it was an unusual event for an outsider god to visit Revendreth at this precarious time in the Shadowlands.

After the rebellious Prince Renathor was exiled to the Maw, Revendreth's politics were in an unprecedentedly stable state, and no one would deny the Emperor face at this time.

That's just looking for death.

"Buzz"

Blake raised his hand, and the dark purple void turned into flowing light to create a connecting bridge. He took Maiev's hand and stepped forward, walking to the emperor in the Venthyr's welcome song.

Facing the open hands of Emperor Denathrius, the pirate showed a look of disgust. He had just embraced his fragrant and soft wife, and now he was about to embrace a male Eternal.

This somewhat made him a little tired.

He wouldn't mind if the person in front of him was the long-legged girl Gracetia or the iceberg queen Lady Winter.

When Maiev saw Black's expression, she knew that her husband was thinking wildly again. She maintained the Venthyr's trademark hypocritical smile and gave Black a gentle push behind him. The pirate reluctantly stepped forward and hugged the smiling Emperor. together.

He even reached out his hand and patted the Emperor behind him very hypocritically.

This act of being as close as a brother made the other six Sin Reaper Lords present, except Maiev, either frown or wonder. They had never seen the aloof emperor treat someone so gently since their birth.

What is the origin of this alien evil god?

Why do you look so close to the long-lost brother of Emperor Denathrius?

"You invited them all over."

During the interval between embracing the Emperor, the pirate whispered:

"Aren't you going to hide your great achievements and ambitions? My dear Majesty, are you going to let your most powerful commanders join you in the great conquest that you are about to begin?"

"It's time too."

Emperor Denathrius replied in his own magnetic voice:

“They are all my best children and deserve to dedicate themselves to their father’s wishes, especially after I personally drove out the rebellious prince, and my children will obey my will.

Zoval's army is unmatched, but no matter how ferocious the beast is, it still needs the leadership of the leader, right? "

"It's really full of confidence."

Blake let go of the Emperor's hand, glanced at the six reaper lords behind the Emperor, and whispered as a reminder:

“But from what I’ve seen, not everyone is loyal to you, my collaborator.

You have underestimated your son. The shadow left by Prince Resonaar is still hidden in your court, but those rebellious thoughts cannot be hidden from my ears. Do you need me to do a little service for you?

For the sake of my wife being well treated by you, I can do this for you free of charge.

It only takes one night.

No one will find out, I promise. "

The emperor's eyes changed. He thought for a moment, nodded to Blake, smiled and said:

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, my dear friend, I want to ask one more question, will this affect the long-awaited reunion between you and Mrs. Maiev?

I don't want to be this evil person. "

"No, there won't be any trouble."

Black showed a false smile and walked hand in hand with the emperor on the red carpet amid the cheers and bows of a group of Venthyr nobles.

Bloody petals fell from the sky in the increasingly grand music. In this unlucky replica welcome ceremony, like a prince returning to his hometown and stabbing his father to death, he maintained the majesty of a god to those around him who knew him or didn't know him. The Venthyr NPCs I knew nodded slightly in greeting, and said warmly:

"They are just a few little bugs with malicious intentions. Our great cause is about to be realized, and I will not allow anyone to destroy the next silent glorious era led by us.

I will visit you tomorrow, my dear Emperor.

Now, let this unique banquet begin. "

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The lavish banquets of the Venthyr are truly unique in the Shadowlands.

These dignified anima nobles are good at having fun. They can create different styles of banquet venues according to the needs of different guests. There are many options from food to music, from royal court style to entertainment projects.

Even the most staid Kylian angels or the most ferocious Maldraxxus sword fighters are sure to enjoy themselves if they are invited here.

What's more, tonight's welcome banquet was designed by the emperor himself. From the initial welcome speech to the subsequent grand dance and various delicacies, everything revealed the mystery of the void and the blooming of life.

These ingenious vampires even asked the best masons to carve out several lifelike sculptures of the moon god Elune specifically for the guests and placed them in the bloody hall.

This made Black deeply honored. He felt that even Ms. Elune would enjoy such an atmosphere if she came here in person.

Warm but not greasy, joyful but not vulgar, extravagant but not indulgent, decadent but not decadent.

It has to be said that banquets have really been perfected as an art by the Venthyrs. It is no wonder that no matter good or bad in this land, a banquet is always used as the final commemoration.

As a distinguished guest, Black received attention from all parties at the banquet. Among the seven Sin Reapers, except for the Wrathful Stoneforger, four ladies with different styles came to invite him to dance.

The pirate won applause from the crowd with his delicate and passionate dance moves, while the Venthyr ladies frequently found reasons to talk to Black. By the end of the wonderful banquet, Black had several more keys in his hand that could be used in Open the boudoir of those passionate ladies in the dark.

Just like a treasure.

If he wanted, all the most elegant charms in Revendreth would be open to him.

Unfortunately, the evil god tonight does not belong to them.

"Who could hate such wonderful pleasures?"

At midnight, after the banquet, Black and Maiev returned to the Sin Princess's palace with the Emperor's blessing. Maiev asked all the servants to go back to rest. In the empty bloody palace, Black closed the door behind him and threw out several tools. With the magic of detection and surveillance, he threw the keys of different styles in his hands into the wine glass filled with blood-colored wine.

He stretched his body and said in a long voice:

"I really started to like these Vencils. Although their thin and gloomy faces are not to my taste, the unique style and hot temptation of those ladies really make people's hearts flutter. During my absence, Here, are there any distinguished Venthyr gentlemen who invite you to dance?"

"No, no, my appearance is not outstanding in their eyes. I even feel like I have muddy legs."

Under Blake's gaze, Maiev leaned down and took out something from the treasure box on her bedside. She held it in both hands and turned towards Blake. Under the surprised gaze of the pirate, Mrs. Maiev took the black moon icon carved in her hand. The slate was handed to him.

The thing was shining with blood-colored light, and there were also inscriptions of sin.

Lord Evil God frowned.

He said:

"You made a sin monument for yourself? Why?"

"Because the more I recall the past, the more I feel that as an elf and a believer in the moon, there is a limit to the amount of emotion I can give to you."

Maiev put her sin monument into Black's hand. She drank a few more glasses of wine, causing her pale cheeks to flush, and she clung to Black like a passionate flame beauty.

The cold lips touched the evil god's forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, neck, and ears.

Everywhere he went, he left a warm mark. The buttons of the shirt transformed from the Moon God Arms were unbuttoned one by one. In the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere, Mrs. Maiev said softly:

"In the past, I could not give everything unconditionally. My faith, race, responsibility and mission made me always keep other things and give them to others.

Those things prevent me from devoting myself wholeheartedly to this love.

I know that as an elf, Maiev Shadowsong always has limits, so I accepted the Medal of Control given by the Emperor and allowed myself to integrate into this land of corruption and gloom."

Maiev paused and said vaguely like a whisper:

“I abandon the past and start anew like a new life, stripping off all the shackles under the blessing of death, turning my only sin into a key, and handing the key of my heart into your hands.

Now

Maiev Shadowsong is yours, my Black. "

The pirate looked down at the sin tablet in his hand. There was only one sin on it. Maiev Shadowsong's only sin was written briefly and powerfully, and that was falling in love with a sinful evil god.

Charge: Blake Shaw.

Lord Evil God was stunned.

Then he burst into laughter. He held Maiev's sin monument like a great villain, looked down at those unique blood eyes, and said to her:

"You know, with this thing, I can order you to do anything you don't want to do."

Maiev glanced at him, untied her hair and shook her head, letting the long hair flow like a waterfall in front of the pirate's eyes.

she says:

"You can have everything I have without it. I originally wanted to make it into a ring, but then I found it was too vulgar, so I"

Maiev's words stopped, and Blake opened her left hand as if by magic. In front of her eyes, the large diamond ring of Delaney gemstones without any magical effect lay there quietly.

Blake held up Mrs. Maiev's hand and carefully put the ring on her slender finger under her gentle gaze.

He said:

"It's better to be more traditional. My sin monument is outside the palace, and it belongs to you too, my dear."

"But who wants a bare mountain! I don't have anywhere to put it, you bad guy! I think you did it on purpose."