Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1363 113. The emperor is very satisfied with your performance and gave you a like!

  The Reaper is taking off.

  The remaining four ships of the cursed pirate Gaboa escorted the dark ship to the clouds, and disappeared into the sky of North County under the acceleration of the wind element.

  Lothar took away all the elite undead he had awakened, and left with the black knights, although Aridin and his brothers suffered heavy casualties, leaving only one spellcaster, the black knight, to the end.

   But the Black Spirit pirates' wish to do great things finally came true.

   When today's news spreads all over the world, the notoriety of the black knights as important participants in the event will reverberate throughout Azeroth, and no one will dare to regard them as "moving treasure houses".

   This is definitely good news.

   But for those who survived, things today are not so gratifying.

   In the dead Northshire Abbey, Holy Light Pope Fao was half-kneeling on the ground, converging the broken hand bone of a deceased person to its already weathered remains.

  Behind the Pope, the paladins are silently pouring holy water on these corpses. The liquid blessed by the Holy Light can dissipate the dark breath on the corpses and let them rest in peace again.

   But if you want to completely eliminate the possibility of these dead souls being resurrected, you must use fire to purify everything.

   The deceased with only ashes left have no body that can be resurrected. Although they will also be pulled up in the form of wraiths, it is better than letting the living experience the sense of despair that they are completely surrounded by undead.

  The most brave and sincere paladins were also full of fear and despair at this time, and even the great knight Turalyon hid in the corner, buried his head in Lady Alleria's arms and wept silently.

   He wasn't frightened.

   He was only severely impacted by today's failure.

   He was mourning for his failure to stop Marshal Lothar's fall.

   Little Alsace is the same.

   He was injured.

  The Lionheart Killer in his hand was also shattered into broken blades because of his reckless fight with Frostmourne, but Arthas, who was hanging his arms with bandages, still had to comfort his brother in pain.

   Varian's state at this point couldn't have been worse.

   He was tired and hopeless, in pain and grief, covered in blood and had to be sent back to Stormwind immediately.

   "I'll go too."

  Little Jaina tried to board the carriage that was escorting Varian and the other wounded, but was rejected by Arthas with a slightly indifferent gesture.

   This was a situation that had never happened between the two before, leaving the little mage stunned.

   But she reacted quickly.

   She leaned on her Ebony Cold Staff, stared at Arthas with her back turned to her, and said:

   "Is it because of my brother? Do you hate me because I'm his sister?"

"I do not have!"

  The little prince gritted his teeth and said, and he reached out and closed the door of the carriage as if to escape.

   At the moment when the door lock was closed, he whispered:

   "It's going to be a tough time for you and your family for a while, and Kul Tiras may be criticized for it, but Jaina, be strong, and when I take care of Varian, I'll come over to you.

  I will protect you from that bad guy.

I swear! "

"I"

   Jaina wanted to refute a few words, but she couldn't say anything looking at the devastated surroundings, and could only watch the carriage in front of her leave the North County full of corpses in silence.

Black had told Jaina when he left Azeroth for Draenor that he would do something evil to outsiders, and he had said that he hoped Jaina would not be affected by what she saw with her eyes like everyone else. misleading.

   But now, after experiencing the undead disaster at the Northshire Abbey, Rao is Jaina who firmly believes in her brother, but she also has to doubt the necessity of Black's action.

   Is this really necessary to help the world?

   The little mage clenched her staff, her heart was depressed and complicated, Dalaran also suffered heavy losses today, and the human spellcasters lost their leaders.

  The death and resurrection of Master Antonidas will surely be the second blow to Dalaran after the city's collapse, which may even make Dalaran a magical faction.

   And the source of all this must be counted on the head of Blake Shaw.

  Alsace is right.

  Once Black Shaw's true identity is revealed, she and her family will surely suffer terrible criticism and accusations, and even Kul Tiras will suffer as a result.

   "What are you thinking? My daughter."

   Dai Lin's tired and low voice sounded behind Jaina. The little mage looked back at her father who was covered in scars but still tried to smile to her. She pursed her lips, stepped forward, and hid in Dai Lin's arms.

Admiral    also reached out and hugged his daughter, he seemed to sense the panic and anxiety in Jaina's heart.

   he whispered:

   "Don't listen to those people's nonsense, we'll be fine, I won't allow you to live in a world of blame, and Kul Tiras won't bow to vicious rumors."

   "But father, if brother's identity is exposed"

   Jaina whispered:

   "How can we help him?"

   "He wants help?"

  Dai Lin snorted and touched the sore scar on her cheek in annoyance. He whispered:

   "He is powerful enough himself, and he has found an elf lover who is not inferior to him. Sure enough, this kid already has a bit of the style of my youth.

   As for identity exposure

   The one they're going to accuse and abuse is the **** big pirate Blake Shaw! What does it have to do with my son, your brother Derek Proudmoore? "

"but."

  Father's slightly shameless answer made the little mage widen her eyes. She raised her head and said to Dai Lin:

   "But everyone knows it, how can this be hidden from the past?"

   "It's better if we don't admit it."

   Dai Lin laughed and patted her daughter's head, he said:

   "If they have to find evidence, let them come and question me face to face, or catch Blake Shaw and torture him to question the truth. If someone who is bored comes to ask you, do you know how to answer?"

"Um."

  Little Jaina also smiled at her father's answer. She nodded vigorously and said:

   "Those are two completely different people. To discuss a notorious pirate with His Royal Highness Kul Tiras, who died for his country, is an offense and provocation to Kul Tiras in itself!

  If anyone dares to ask me that, I will definitely teach them a lesson! "

   "Your family is absolutely amazing."

   The great knight, Old Fording, who was passing by, couldn't help but complained when he heard the question and answer that the three views were shattered. Compared with other people, Old Fording's reaction to today's events was not so intense.

   This is also normal.

  Old Fordring has always been a paladin known for his impartial and independent thinking. He has his own understanding of the world and does not follow others' opinions.

   "Come with me, Your Majesty Dailin."

  Old Fording shook his head and said to Dai Lin:

   "Your Majesty will hold a meeting in the monastery to discuss the issue of Marshal Lothar and Frostmourne."

   "What's there to discuss?"

   Dai Lin frowned and said:

   "Until you find the weakness of that sword, it's pointless to say more. Instead of wasting time, it's better to start preparing for war now. You heard what Lothar said before he left, he's going to the northern border to teach those old men a lesson.

   If the response is not good, today's events are likely to be repeated in Lordaeron, in Stromgarde, and in the Royal City of Gilneas. "

   "What we're talking about is Frostmourne's weakness."

  Old Fording looked around, lowered his voice and said:

   "Before you came to the Kingdom of Stormwind, there was a demon assassination in the Storm Fortress. The demon hunters and watchers caught a dreadlord, and just now they sent news.

   During the torture of the dreadlord, they discovered important information related to Frostmourne.

  Lothar is still alive! "

  The great knight clenched his fists and loosened them again. He pursed his lips and said:

  "It is said that in order to become a complete Lich King, in addition to Frostmourne, Lothar will also get a crown helmet, which is now in the hands of the devil

   If we can get it early, maybe we can bring Lothar back to us. "

   "Isn't it? Great Knight!"

   Jaina widened her eyes and said:

   "You believe the words of a demon? Are you desperate to this point?"

   "We don't believe it."

  Old Fording waved his hand, he looked at the devastation in front of him, sighed and said:

   "But right now, aside from this news, we really don't know how to start."

—

   "Close this cabin, and don't allow anyone to approach!"

  In the bottom cabin of the Reaper, Black stepped into the dark stairs and said to Maiev behind him:

   "I want to talk to a terrifying being. I can't be disturbed. You'd better stay away. I don't want you to be exposed to the gaze of the Eternal."

   "Did he ask you to bring Frostmourne to Marshal Lothar?"

   Maiev asked.

  Black nodded, but said nothing.

   Maiev didn't ask any further questions. She took a few steps back, and together with the Void Watchers, completely blocked the road leading to the bottom cabin. The pirates closed the cabin door and stepped into the darkness in front of her alone.

  Xalatas also hid himself in the deepest part of Black's soul, letting himself into the most peaceful slumber.

  Although as a Void creature, she has never dealt with the Eternals of the Shadow Realm, but seeing that the pirates are so cautious, the Dark Essence feels that it is best not to participate in it as she is now.

  The smelly pirate walked into the center of the bilge, where a huge full-length mirror had been placed in advance, but it was dark all around, and Blake couldn't see himself in the mirror in front of the mirror.

   He took off the seal of the King of Pain on his finger and gently rubbed it in the palm of his hand, like a strange ritual.

   The Venthyr Punishers of Revenders of the Shadow Realm must be best at sin magic, but those who are very similar to vampires have another magic system that they are very good at.

   That is mirror magic.

  Winthyr can do all sorts of weird things with the magic mirror.

   Ordinary mirrors in their hands turn into gates to countless worlds, power to seal dangerous things, keys to hide treasures, and even deadly sneak attacks in battle.

  If Blake was an orthodox spellcaster like little Jaina, he would never miss the chance to learn the magic of mirror magic from Venthyr.

  Unfortunately, he is an ignorant warlock.

   He has no interest in these magic mirrors, which need to be manipulated and prepared in advance.

  Now, in this deadly and warm dark package, after the pirate stroked the seal in his hand three times, he felt a flutter of blood floating in the mirror in front of him.

   In fact, just now, when Lothar woke up because of Frostmourne, he could already feel that the last seal of power on the seal of the Eternals from the Shadow Realm was lifted.

   He can now use it to have a face-to-face conversation with the mysterious terrorist conspirator, the arrogant Emperor Denathius.

   In the dark mirror, the first thing that appeared in front of Blake was a splendid palace decorated with the dark red sheen of blood, and there seemed to be a lively banquet going on there.

Countless Venthyr vampires in elegant dresses and gentlemen's robes danced to the lavish and depraved music on the floor and sky of the hall, and small mud servants dressed in service robes among them. Shuttle from time to time, serving them hearty drinks and food.

   Among them, seven Venthyr nobles wearing different medals are particularly outstanding. They are male and female, but wherever they go, they are like stars holding the moon.

   However, these seven Venthyr bigwigs are not the protagonists of today.

  As the view of the mirror in front of him got closer, Blake saw the heroic figure sitting on the throne at the top of the Hall of Blood.

He saw Denathius the Great, holding a glass of bright red wine, leaning on the bright red throne in the attitude of an arrogant ruler, the mighty living blade Remornia hovering beside her master, like a ruler The scarlet scepter of the man.

   This was the first time Blake really saw the face and figure of Denathus the Great.

   I have to say, this is also a very powerful ruler.

   Especially his bright red eyes that look down on everything, and the weird and mighty temperament of an indescribable superior person exuding from his body, it is really unforgettable at a glance.

   The only regret is that Emperor Denathius, the creator of Venthyr vampires and the Nathrezim, is also similar to his own creation in appearance.

   He has thin, sullen cheeks, elven ears, diabolical feet, and recurve hoofs like draenei without a tail.

   This somewhat affected the appearance of the emperor.

   "Black Shaw, the deceiver who traverses Azeroth, the assassin who is famous among the material stars, an extremely proud soul, a peculiar life who can see through the future and the past.

   You should probably have heard that I am your "loyal fan".

  Blake, I have heard of every deceit, every evil deed of yours.

   Just now, during this boring banquet, I received a piece of good news that lifted my mood.

  You brought me a miracle that made my heart surge, and Frostmourne, which I miss, finally found its excellent owner among the wandering stars.

  The uncertain fate has turned to the future that I have been longing to see. You have proved with practical actions that all my efforts in the eternity of the past were not in vain.

   Me and the Outcasts, and the entire Shadowlands, the future of the stars will change because of you.

   You are truly an amazing person, Blake.

  Will you join my reaper court? I can give you the rule of Revenders, you are so much better than my son. "

  While Blake stood in front of the magic mirror and was thinking about how to speak, Emperor Denathius spoke first. His voice was very magnetic, full of enthusiasm, and his gentle attitude did not show the legendary indifference and arrogance.

   makes people feel good in their hearts.

   "This is what I should do, my great majesty."

  Blake humbly bent over the mirror and saluted, he whispered:

   "As for Prince Reina Sol, you don't have to worry about his growth, he is just too well protected by you and has never experienced wind and rain, so he seems a little naive.

   But he will be a good ruler, he is shaped by your will after all, you should have confidence in yourself. I, His Majesty's loyal servant, dare not take up His Majesty's precious pleasure time, so."

  The smelly pirate raised his head and asked:

   "Your Majesty please instruct me on the next task. My sharp blade and I are ready to continue to serve your great cause."

   (end of this chapter)