Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1365 115. Life is the currency of emperors, please use them properly

  Black walked out of the bilge, and saw Maiev leaning against the bulkhead, Madam Warden stared at Black in the darkness with her arms folded.

   Obviously, she did not follow the pirate's request to stay away from here.

According to Maiev's perception, the conversation between the stinky pirate and the emperor should have been spied on. Black's expression was not good-looking. He strode over without saying much, and tried to teach a lesson by pulling Maiev's long ears. she.

   But as soon as he raised his hand, he was slapped away by the lady warden.

   "You are doing something dangerous!"

   The two said this sentence almost in unison.

   Of course, the meanings of their words are not the same.

  The two fell silent again, Maiev glanced at the stinky pirate, and said first:

   "The Great Emperor Denasius, I can sense just from his speech that he is quite a terrifying figure.

   Although I can understand what you mean by 'loyal service', there is no doubt that you are using each other now, compared to when you were 'serving' others before!

   He is not so easily bewitched by you, an existence controlled by you. You call him the Eternal, just the name makes me think.

   You are indeed a born pirate, do you like doing dangerous things that much? "

   "That's what I'm going to tell you too!"

  Black snorted and put his hand on Maiev's long white hair in the dark, he whispered:

   "Emperor Denasius is the eternal evil that has existed in the kingdom of death for an unknown number of years. You have to call him 'He'! In terms of the existence of power, He is no different from Sargeras and Elune.

   Of course, in terms of combat power, He is much weaker, but for beings at their level, the combat power pulling their hips does not affect their power.

   While you were listening to my conversation with Him, your presence was also perceived by Him.

  Conspiracy is already a physical weapon in His hands, and everything has value in His sight.

  You may be restrained by Him and use my bargaining chips. Your mistakes will make it difficult for me in the future. Now I have to change my plan of 'cooperating' with Denathus the Great because of your bad behavior.

   Do you like doing dangerous things so much?

   Maiev, I warned you before. "

  The cabin was quiet for a while, Maiev turned her face away in embarrassment, and did not look at Black's eyes, she might also feel that her concern was causing the stinky pirate a little trouble.

   After a few minutes, she whispered:

   "I'm sorry, I was too reckless, and my curiosity was too heavy."

"Um?"

   Maiev's frank confession made the pirates blink.

   But then Blake's smile became presumptuous. He stroked the warden's long hair and put his hand back around Maiev's neck. He took a step forward and picked up the apologetic lady and "pressed" it on the bulkhead.

   Maiev, whose whole body was hanging in the air, fixed her legs to the only "fixed object" with the instinct of a sensitive watcher, which made the posture of the two of them ambiguous and wild in the dark.

   "You're crazy!"

   Maiev quickly realized that the scene was wrong, and she whispered:

   "This is not on your ship!"

   "What's the problem then?"

  The pirate said in the ear of Lady Warden:

   "Girls who do bad things have to be punished, right? You just admitted you were wrong, right?"

   "You are shameless! Let me go!"

   Maiev reprimanded in a low voice, but how could the big bad cat Blake let the little mouse that was already caught in his paws go away?

   As he was about to move on to the next step, Madam Warden sighed, almost giving up the struggle, and after a few seconds, with a chaotic gasp, she said in Black's ear:

   "I'm leaving. Mount Hyjal is calling me."

   "You want to be beautiful!"

   Black responded:

   "Tyrande was seriously injured this time. She didn't have much time to manage the anti-magic coalition when she went back. Didn't Nasa go back already? You gave her the insignia of the Warden Warden.

  With you or without you, it will not have much impact on the combat effectiveness of the anti-magic coalition that your brother convened.

  You have served them ten thousand years, you should retire, my prisoner. And in Draenor's journey, a lot of details hinted at a bad omen for me.

  If I let you go, I may lose you forever.

  So, what did you say to Thesari Crow? "

   The answer to the pirate was a passionate kiss that interrupted all the pirates' questions.

   Maiev was obviously reluctant to answer this question, so she used the "perfect response" that would stop the stinky pirates' endless questions.

   But she tried to leave, and her plans to return to a normal life belonging to "Maev Shadowsong" were also dashed.

   Judging from the scene in front of him, Blake obviously did not intend to let her leave his life like this, and judging from Maiev's response, she didn't actually hate the current way of getting along.

   Of course, not just because of the passion flowing in the dark.

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   "You two bastards! What do you think of my powerful and terrifying, eerie and majestic pirate ship?"

   At midnight, Gaboa angrily grabbed the collar of Blake, who had just stepped onto the deck from below the cabin, and lifted the smelly pirate with a pipe into the air.

   The old troll scolded in a low voice:

   "Go back to your own love nest to do those nasty things! That's enough! Didn't I prepare a bed for you in the cabin? Bastards! It's a hassle to clean!"

   "You don't have to do it yourself anyway."

   The stinky pirate without bones spit out smoke on Gaboa's face. Facing the anger of the pirate king who cursed him, Blake said with a hippie smile:

   "Fortunately you didn't plan to peek, otherwise I'd have to gouge out your eyeballs with a knife now, which would make our relationship very bad.

  Why so angry, my dear Gaboa, I didn't mean to humiliate you. "

   "I don't care! You offended me!"

  The old troll gritted his teeth and said:

   "You may not know, but I'm a bad guy with a mental cleanliness, and now I have to remove the section of the bilge that was 'contaminated' by you.

  You must compensate me!

   Your woman is satisfied, your lowly desires are also satisfied, and now you have to satisfy your dear partner who can't wait to stab you to death!

Understand? "

   "I'm not interested in men, especially **** like you."

  Black grinned, and when Gaboa was about to get angry, the smelly pirate patted him on the shoulder and said:

   "I'm going to discuss this with our Lord Lothar, don't worry, your ship is responsible for sending our Lord the Lich King to Northrend.

   He's going to finish his first and second death conquest there, he's going to put the whole world out of order, do you know how many lives he needs to kill to accomplish this terrible mission?

On top of ordinary life, he also has to get rid of those more powerful essences, those so-called 'gods' gathered by the power of life. Ah, look at your **** cheap smile, it seems that you already understand what I am talking about What? "

   "Of course, of course!"

The anger on Gaboa's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a flattering and contented smile. He gently placed Blake, who was wearing his collar, on the ground, and held the stinky pirate's shoulder like two brothers. .

He says:

   "If there's one **** of a place in Northrend that has the most life, it has to be my distant brothers, Zul'Drak, the home of the frost trolls.

   So is there the first conquest of our mighty dark majesty Lothar?

   I heard there are many rural Loa there. "

  Gaboa stroked his fangs and said with a sneer:

   "Anyway, what His Majesty the Lich King wants is their death, or that they can be resurrected as terrifying undead flesh and blood, and no one cares where their powerful souls go.

   Exactly, I also need a few loa's powers to help me fulfill my all-time longing

   Ah, my road to becoming a god!

   I didn’t expect it to be realized in this way! "

  The old troll pirate laughed like a fox who stole a chicken. He patted Black on the shoulder and said loudly:

   "As expected of you, Blake Shaw, you always know exactly how to please your partners, and you always please everyone so easily.

   Well, I've decided! "

  Gaboya stretched his voice, leaning on the hot air machete around his waist and shouted:

   "The next stage of the looting target of the cursed pirates is in Zu'Drak!

   We are here to help our supreme Lich King complete his conquest of the North! Those woeful false gods must bow before the power of death of His Majesty the Lich King!

  Speak up.”

  Gaboa turned to Blake and said:

   "Do you want to participate in my incarnation ceremony? I reckon that the power of three or four Northland Loa can make me a potential troll 'pirate god'.

   You will have a **** as a friend!

   Don't you feel honored? "

   "You want to be beautiful."

   Black pouted and said:

   "The Zandalari troll priests have gone to Zul'Drak more than half a month ago, and the bear pirates under my command are responsible for receiving them. Obviously, the dark prophet Zul has seen the bleak future of the northern Loamen.

  The Golden Dynasty is trying to save the loa who are about to die.

   Your road to becoming a **** is probably not going to be so smooth.

   But I think I've helped enough, you can handle the rest by yourself, anyway, you are also a big pirate who shakes the world now, you can definitely handle this.

  As you said, there are so many rural loa in Zuldak, there are always a few damned.”

After finishing speaking, the pirate patted Gaboa on the shoulder and walked into the captain's room of the Reaper, which was moving steadily in the dark, blowing a smoke ring. Anduin Lothar in the captain's chair.

   The latter maintained the warrior's seated position, leaning on Frostmourne in his left hand, and staring at Black with the blue eyes of Soul Fire.

   Apparently, he was waiting for the smelly pirate to arrive.

   "Salute to you, my majesty."

  Black paid tribute to the Lich King in front of him with standard noble etiquette, but Lothar didn't respond, even his eyes didn't change, he looked like an indifferent dead man.

   When the stinky pirate stood up straight, Lothar said in that hollow and low voice of the great villain:

   "I feel it, Frostmourne is sending me a message, about the power of the Lich King, about the birth of the Lich King, about the Lich King's mission.

   I think I should ask you about this, after all you are the omniscient prophet in black.

   About the Shadowlands, about Maldraxxus, about Venthyr, about the Maw, about the Outcast. And most importantly, where is the Helm of Domination? "

   "You have asked too many questions, Your Majesty, many of which must be answered by yourself."

   Black coughed and answered humbly:

   "I can only tell you that the Helm of Dominance should have been delivered to you soon enough to help you form a true Scourge of the Undead. Unfortunately, the Nathrezim were quite jealous of our victory.

   Those **** **** were playing tricks again.

   They believe that as a great man, you can't unleash all the 'potential' of Frostmourne, and they think you are not a qualified Lich King.

   Therefore, we have to prove your strength and your ruthlessness to the masters behind all this, my dear majesty. "

  The smelly pirate glanced at Lothar, and he whispered:

   "You shouldn't have any psychological shadow on slaughtering a group of savage frost trolls who still retain cannibalistic customs?

  After destroying the empire of the Frost King Malak, slaughtering a group of bugs who lived under the permafrost for a long time should not let your compassion overflow

  I can give you a reason to be cruel.

  Those worms madly worship the ancient evil **** Yogg-Saron in Northrend, and they are completely unworthy of mercy until they understand the boundaries between evil and order.

   Of course, these are not enough, you may also need to harvest some idiots, such as the vrykul people all over Northrend, and I just heard some very bad news.

  The Hell Queen Hela, who was repelled by me, has returned to Azeroth. She will desperately avenge me. To do this, she needs an army and cannon fodder.

   Those fallen vrykul who worship the goddess of death and renounce their faith in Odin, Lord of War, can also be your targets of conquest, even dragons”

   "You don't have to say it, Blake."

  Lothar raised his hand to interrupt the smelly pirate's description and bewitching. He stared at the pirate and said:

   "I know the necessity of these slaughter, and I can build my army of death with peace of mind, but now I have anger in my heart, you have made me look like this without my permission.

   Blake Shaw!

   You have to convince me. You have to give me a reason to spare your life! "

   "Ah this."

  The smelly pirate was confused by Lothar's questioning, he scratched his head, and said to Lothar:

   "Aren't these great reasons enough to convince the 'Saint of Death' in front of me, for the peace and justice of the world, to defend the world from the madness of demons?"

  Lothar stood up suddenly and swung his sinister sword.

   In Frostmourne's evil pleasing neigh, it hit the stinky pirate's heart. With just a stab, the handsome, handsome and wild flowery handsome stinky pirate will be wiped out.

   Obviously, Lothar wasn't kidding him.

   He really needs a reason to convince himself to accept his present dark self.

   And he knew that Black would give him a reason.

   "Life is the currency of the emperor, my dear Lord Lothar."

  Black raised his head, and in the chill of Frostmourne, he said:

   "For other kings this may be just a nonsense to show the majesty of the emperor, but for you, this sentence describes a fact.

  Frostmourne, Helm of Domination, Lich King, these are just the manifestations of an ancient conspiracy in Azeroth, and the same thing has long been played out in various places in the stars in the past.

  You must use every life and soul in your hands properly to help you to the end in this ongoing conspiracy.

   It is in your interest that I am alive, obviously, than that I am dead. Your Majesty, it's time for you to learn to solve problems with the mind of a king rather than the recklessness of a warrior.

  So, in order to make my gold coin in your hands more valuable, please spare my life. "

   (end of this chapter)