Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1001 97. Thanks for the gift from the second big brother! -Added updates for Brothers who do not bury the sword [310]

  The desolate shrine area of ​​Zul'Farrak, where the shrine of Mu'ezala, Father of the Night, has been destroyed.

   But the female dreadlord who appeared in the shrine's embers claimed that she had brought orders from Denathius the Great, Lord of Pain, one of the Eternals of the Shadow Realm.

  Although this female dreadlord is wearing the blood-red armor of Venthyr and is dressed in the orthodox Nathrezim style, Black does not trust her very much.

   The reason is also very simple.

  The pirates have been trying to get in touch with Denathus the Great since they met the first dreadlord Kasanatiel, and even entrusted the dreadlord Mal'Ganis to deliver a letter for him in Dalaran.

   But there has been no response from the emperor.

  Thinking about it because the Great Emperor, who is the Eternal, disdains to establish contact with the little pirates of the material world.

   After all, Emperor Denathius is one of the pillars of the Shadow Realm. He not only supports the kingdom system of the Shadow Realm, he is the cornerstone of the power of the world of the dead, and he is also the founder of the vampire court Revenders.

  His heirs and servants call themselves "Venthyr", which probably means conspirator, blood wing and supervisor, and punisher, which is not a good word anyway.

   That place is in Blake's memory, and can be summed up in two words.

   is "gorgeous" and "arrogant" respectively.

   The vampire-like Venthyr likes the luxurious enjoyment of fancy clothes, and each one has the most iconic arrogance and rudeness among the creatures in the shadow world.

  Immersed in their own kingdom, they pointed out a harsh path of redemption for those souls who have been guilty of grave sin through pride or wickedness, and maintained their strength by harvesting anima.

   Just listening to the description, I know that the guys who come out of this place are not so popular characters. And as the creator and destroyer of Revenders, the great emperor's own pride is as high as his status.

  The pirates had already despaired of establishing contact with Emperor Denathus.

   But I didn’t expect a turning point here.

   Oops, Master of the Shadow Realm, I can be considered to be on the line with you, it really took a lot of effort.

   "Hey, Mephistos, do you know this arrogant lady in front of me?"

   Hearing the female dreadlord asking Blake to kiss the ring seal in her hand, the stinky pirate didn't step forward immediately, but asked a question to his unusually silent inner demon.

   Mephistos replied unhappily:

"know.

  Her name is Narrajas. She is unknown in the Council of Fear but has a high position. She is an ambitious guy and the favorite of the Great Emperor, who controls all his eye lines in the Shadow Realm for the Great Emperor.

   It is said that Narragus and Tichondrius are close, they maintain a secret bond with each other, don't let that female know that I'm in your body.

   I don't want to be laughed at by her. "

"Um."

Blake confirmed the identity of the gorgeously dressed dreadlord lady in front of him, then took a few steps forward and leaned down respectfully, took the lady's sharp and ferocious claws in front of him, and kissed a gorgeous seal on her finger. kiss.

   As for Bwonsamdi.

   The cunning old thing withdrew all his divine power the moment the Dread Witch appeared, fell on the sand in the corner of the underground ruins, and was disguised as a worn-out mask by himself.

  Obviously, he is now very depressed and doesn't want to get on the line with the notoriously difficult Revenders and the arrogant Emperor Denasius at this moment.

   So he chose to eat melons!

   Watch Blake deal with visitors from the shadow world, and watch the legendary "Dark Wisdom" by the way, maybe you can learn something yourself? Right?

   This will make a lot of money.

   And with this not-so-standard "kissing hand ceremony", the pirate carefully looked at the appearance of the female dreadlord in front of him.

   She is much slender and smaller than the male Nasrezim, the demon horns on her forehead are more curved and curved, and her skin is as pale as the male's.

   Except for the two more big lumps on the chest, the other details are not more different from the males, but in general, the female Dread Demon King has a more "charming" feeling.

   And in Black's memory of the female dreadlord, they don't seem to be distinguished from each other by the color of their wings.

   "Because there are too few of them."

  The pirate's doubts were quickly answered, and Mephistos whispered:

   "In our group, the number of females is only one tenth of that of males. They don't need to distinguish each other with wings of different colors. Each of them has its own unique symbol on the cheek or body."

   "Then you males are miserable?"

  Blake spit out:

   "Nine out of ten Nasrezim bros are going to be bachelors? Well, I can't imagine how lively a certain 'courtship festival' in your world would be.

  Tell me, my inner demon, how many times have you won? And maintaining an improper relationship with several female dreadlords?

   Considering our close symbiotic relationship now, you should be honest, I don't want to see a dread witch holding a demon baby one day inexplicably to come to me to take over. "

   "Hehe, ridiculous mortal wisdom."

   Mephistos responded with a sneer:

   "You still think we're in pairs? No, we value more efficient open relationships, not to mention, we're stoneborn, poor pirates.

  We did not breed by nasty fluid exchanges and disgusting mating rituals, we are a noble race, not like you beasts indulging in lust. "

   "Well, so it is."

  Black nodded, and didn't seem to care about Mephistos's taunting. The next second he raised his head and said to the female fear demon king in front of him with a smile on his face:

   "I have a very close relationship with you Nasrezim, madam, to tell you the truth, I'm currently 'borrowing' one of your compatriots in my body.

   Third Lord Mephistos, do you know it? It has a pair of beautiful turquoise blue wings. "

   "Of course I know, that weak and incompetent guy is missing, I thought it was sent on some mission."

  The female Dread Demon King named Narragus blinked her pale white eyes, she showed a hypocritical surprised expression, then covered her mouth and said with a sneer:

   "Hehe, the news is sure to spread through the entire Council of Fear soon, that poser of Mephistos has been eager to do great things.

   Now, it's going to be really 'famous'.

  Thank you for the confession, Blake Shaw.

   This bad news will make me happy all day. "

  The Dread Sorceress said something in Nasrezim's language, Black nodded, and also asked back in the very complicated Nasrezim language:

   "Then, I'm curious, how did the great emperor know about me as a nobody?"

   "The Great Emperor knew about you a long time ago."

  Narrajas didn’t hide anything, she answered frankly:

   "The Emperor noticed when Kasanatil met you.

  He controls the whereabouts of every dreadlord, and every Nathrezim, no matter where he is, is the sharpest sword of the night in the hands of the Emperor.

In Dalaran, the letter you sent back to Revenders from Tomal'Ganis did indeed reach the Emperor. The Eternal knew your intentions, but he was not sure at that time whether you were what he was looking for and could entrust it to him. heavy duty person.

   So the emperor chose to continue to observe.

  Patience is one of the supreme virtues of the Great Emperor, and your performance has never let him down. "

  The female dreadlord looked at the pirate in front of her with admiration. As a cunning demon accustomed to using tricks, she has a natural affinity for a guy like Blake who is good at conspiracy.

   She said to the pirates:

   "After learning that you expelled the World Destroyer, repelled the Polluter, taught the Corruptor a lesson, and entered the Titan Guardian, the Great Emperor finally made up his mind.

   He has seen your great potential for evil.

   He saw your superb performance in the light and the dark, and he also felt your restless heart.

   He knows that you are not a partner of the light, and he also knows that you are by no means an accomplice of the darkness.

  You are a rare guy who has been walking on his own path and has never been influenced by others. Your extreme self, this bad habit makes your future full of infinite possibilities.

   The great praises you in his court.

  After careful consideration, the Great Emperor sent me to contact you.

   He is going to give you a difficult job, and based on what you have accomplished, you will also be rewarded with generosity from Revenders, for which the Emperor has even shown his sincerity in advance. "

   Having said that, the dread witch glanced at the smelly pirate, and said in a low voice:

   "Aren't you curious, why did the mad Hela and her troublesome Nine Valkyries happen to be not in the **** on the day you entered the hell, the day you went on the trial in the wilderness?

  Why on the day you ushered in the promotion of power, on the day you broke away from the identity of an ant and turned into a butterfly, there was only one target, Gaom, in the entire hell?

  I guess, you must have wondered about this question, but in the end you can only attribute it to your good luck. However, this world, in all worlds, has no luck at all! "

   The Dread Witch laughed a few times, stretched out her hand with gorgeous gauntlets, and lightly tapped it on Black's forehead.

she says:

   "The Great Emperor helped you!"

   "Unknown to you and unpredictable, the Great Emperor held a meeting in the Maw that morning, and Hela was temporarily summoned to Zova's tower.

   It was not until you were about to complete your trial that the Great Emperor gave her a chance to return to Hell. "

   "Well, that's how it is."

  Blake patted his forehead, showing an expression of sudden realization, he coughed a few times, and said sincerely to the female fear demon king in front of him:

   "When you go back, Madam Yuji, remember to thank the emperor for me, and say thank him for saving me a dog's life."

   "It doesn't have to be."

  Narrajas saw Blake's sincere face, but the light in her eyes did not change, she knew that this bad guy had no gratitude at all, she snorted a few times, waved her paws, and said:

   "The emperor didn't make a special trip to save you. He did have something to discuss with Zovar that day, but he just helped out by the way. The emperor didn't expect any thanks from you, nor did he ask you for anything in return.

   He knows your bad character very well, he knows everything about you, and he praises every successful or contrived scheme of yours.

   He even declared in front of the Venthyr nobles that he is your number one fan, and he is looking forward to a pleasant collaboration with you.

Are you ready?

   Blake Shaw.

  I want to convey the will of Denathus the Great. "

   "Of course, I'm all ears."

  Black took a step back and made a very serious expression.

   But hiding in the sand and eating melons to watch the play, Bwonsamdi, who was very vigilant, saw through his mask that the smelly pirate's fingers behind him had been pinched into a handprint about to cast a spell.

   It only takes an instant of time, and he can release a very powerful magic.

   Obviously, the pirates have no interest in the so-called "mission" of Denathus the Great, this is not the result he wants to get in contact with Ravendes.

   But the veiled Denassius the Great was a wonderful man.

  His messenger did not arrogantly say the content of the cooperation, but first took out an exquisite luxury small box and handed it to Blake with both hands.

  The dread witch Narragus handed the box to Black and said:

   "This is a gift from the Great Emperor to you when we first contacted you, Blake Shaw, whether you agree to cooperate or not, you can keep this gift.

  The Great said that he learned of your desire from Mal'Ganis, and in the admiration of your style of conduct, the generous Emperor is willing to grant your little wish. "

   "Wow, there is a gift! The emperor is very particular about his work, how can he be embarrassed?"

   Under Bwonsamdi's unsurprising gaze, the stinky pirate scattered the spellcasting fingerprints on his back.

   He took the gorgeous box with both hands, and said politely, but opened the box in front of the messenger, and took out a small piece of **** spar.

"This is?"

  Black stared at the blood spar in his hand and glanced at the dread witch on the opposite side.

   The latter explains:

   "The Great Emperor heard that you were very interested in his personal saber, Remonia, and praised you as a person who knows goods.

  The knowledge of activating the sharp blade is not too secret in Revenders, and many noble Venthyr nobles will have their own soul saber.

   But the only difference is Mrs. Remonia, who is next to the emperor. She is not only the weapon of the emperor, but also the soul mate of the emperor and the most feared executioner in his hands.

  The Great Emperor is willing to share his knowledge of making Remonia with you, and at the same time wish you to find your own Remonia. "

"Knowledge?"

  Blake chuckled lightly and clenched the blood spar in his hand. He sighed sincerely:

   "Most of the people who know my name in this world think that I am a greedy and stinky pirate, and the few who know me are paranoid that I am full of desire for certain things.

   But they can't understand the real me.

   On the contrary, another Eternal, who is separated from me by countless stars, saw through my deepest desire. The real me is a person who pursues knowledge, wisdom and truth.

   Although it is a bit presumptuous to say this, Emperor Denasius is my confidant.

   This is such a nice gift.

  I have felt the sincerity of the great emperor's generosity from it, and I have also foreseen that my cooperation with the great Denasius will have a bright future.

   Then tell me, Your Majesty, what does my Majesty need a loyal me to do? "

   After hearing Blake's question, the emperor's messenger, Narragas, did not speak immediately. Instead, she looked at Blake in front of her, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:

   "You claim to be a prophet."

   "Ah, I understand!"

  Black rubbed his chin, snapped his fingers and said;

   "Does the emperor want to take this opportunity to examine the quality of my prophet? But the emperor is probably disappointed. Eternals like him should know the rules of fate and its constraints on prophets.

  I have changed the world so much that it has diminished my control over the future, and I have been unable to anticipate major events that will affect the course of the world.

   But if the emperor insists on playing this guessing game with me, then I will tell you my answer. "

   The corners of the smelly pirate's mouth turned up slightly.

   In this darkness, he let out a long breath, saying that he had lost control of the future, but in a tone of insight, he said to the female fear demon king who was waiting for the answer:

   "I guess, Frostmourne?"

   (end of this chapter)