Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1366 116. Come here, little dog, be obedient

   "I've prepared a 'surprise' for you at Blackrock Mountain."

   A few minutes later, facing the silent Lothar, Blake took a distressed look at his frozen pirate blouse, which was one of his favorite clothes.

   He patted the dead frost on his clothes and said to Lothar, who sat down again in front of him:

   "That is the strongest of your 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse', a berserker who can help you conquer the world and the stars, a soul as heavy, wild, and great as you are.

   But now you can't get his loyalty.

   Just like you, he has options in the face of death, you have to do something to show that you are the king worth following, or he will just sneer at your solicitation with rejection. "

   "Brox Saurfang?"

  Lothar raised his head and said to Black:

   "Or Orgrim Doomhammer?"

   "Orgrim is gone, my sire.

  I know that you admire your former opponent, but unfortunately, he made a deal with me. In order to ensure the future of the orcs, he is willing to turn into a bunch of meaningless mourning. "

   Black shrugged and said:

   "It's Brocks, the man who slashed a god, he will be the most anticipated piece of chocolate in your death journey, and his deliciousness will surely make the world tremble.

   Of course, you are delicious enough too.

  If I were a lunatic death lord, I would be desperate to get your soul and your allegiance. "

   "Shut up."

  Lothar closed his eyes as if the dead were asleep, and he whispered:

   "Go away, Blake Shaw.

  Before I can completely tolerate what you have done, don't appear in front of me again, go back to your living world, and continue to play with your shameful conspiracy.

   Go back and tell them!

  Anduin Lothar is dead!

  He has merged with Frostmourne, he has become a sad prisoner of death, and will brutally kill every warrior with justice in his heart. Let them not come to die! "

   "Well, I guess it's a bit difficult, my lord."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "I'm quite sure that the cunning Nathrezim must have passed the news of the Helm of Dominance to the warriors who are interested in you.

  The Dreadlord will link the Helm of Dominance to the great cause of freeing your soul to lure warriors who are desperate to save you back into a terrifying trap.

   They will choose a lord of the Helm of Dominion among those heroes as I have chosen you to be the lord of Frostmourne, and fight against you.

Maybe Varian Wrynn, maybe Arthas Menethil, of course it's more likely the missing Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine, or the Holy Light Pope. Lonzos Fao.

   Anyway, in my opinion, these souls have potential”

   "Then stop them!"

  Lothar said in a deep voice as he gave the order:

   "Use all your means to prevent those idiots from stepping into the devil's trap, and use your bottomless evil to punish those dreadlords who play with their souls.

   As you said, life is my currency and I must use it properly.

  I won't allow the Nathrezim to stick their dirty claws into my treasury, go! 'The Lich King's Hand of Retribution' Blake Shaw, I command you!

   Go and chop off the claws of those shameful demons!

   Warn them with blood and pain! "

   "As you order, my majesty."

   The stinky pirate laughed, pretentiously bent over to salute His Majesty the Lich King, and then exited the captain's room. When he closed the door, he made an OK gesture to the old troll who was waiting beside him.

   The latter let out a sigh of relief.

   "Go, serve Your Majesty faithfully."

   Black said to Gaboa:

   "He is about to wage a devastating war against the frost trolls, and you can be his best scout and raider, and the black knights as his majesty's undead vanguard.

   Of course, according to what we said before, the corpses and souls of the trolls belong to our Majesty the Lich King, the power and heritage of the troll Loamen belong to you, and the treasures of the trolls belong to the black knight.

   Everyone will get a satisfactory reward from it. "

"how about you?"

  Gaboa rubbed his three-fingered troll claws with anticipation. After a few seconds, he looked at Blake suspiciously and said:

   "What about you? What can you get out of it? Are you really doing good things? No? You actually started doing good things?"

   "I got a pardoned dog's life."

  Blake stroked his handsome cheeks melancholy, he whispered:

   "I originally wanted to do some wrathful things in Zul'Drak to amuse myself, such as catching a Loa and making some evil vows or something. To tell you the truth, I even found the target.

  The snow leopard goddess Hakya not only has a first-class appearance, but also has great potential, which is in line with the desire of my dark little girlfriend, and she should also have a top-quality fur in her wardrobe.

  Unfortunately, His Majesty Lothar forbade me to do anything wrong on his territory, so I had to give up.

   But that's fine, I've found better alternatives.

  So, my dear Gaboa.”

  The smelly pirate reached out and patted the old troll on the shoulder, and whispered:

   "Will you take good care of Hakoya for me? When I separated from her last time, I promised to go back and 'see' her."

   "No problem, wrap it around me, it must make the snow leopard goddess feel the evil warmth from Black Shaw."

Gaboa laughed and walked down the deck with Blake to a small bar in the cabin, where the two met the black knights who were celebrating the victory of the event, so a group of bad guys got together and had a drunken break. .

   Time advances to the early hours of the morning.

The drunk pirate pushed open the door of his cabin with a bottle of wine in his hand, and pushed the door in drunkenly. As a result, he saw an angry woman beside his bed, drinking alone. Booze.

   "Yo, isn't this Ms. Jin Tessa?"

  Blake hiccups and enthusiastically greeted the dreadlord queen who wanted to stab him to death with her eyes. Jin Tessa, who was very arrogant in Draenor before, would be very down-to-earth.

   The gorgeous Nathrezim armor on her body has disappeared, replaced by a set of Venthyr-style "soldier armor", and the embellishments of the anima gems and various weapons that represent her noble status have also been removed.

   This makes the fear witch look very simple and very embarrassed.

There are still welt marks on her pale skin. It seems that she was severely "punished" before she came to Black. She probably already knew her sad fate, so her eyes were stained with blood and tears. Full of despair and self-defeating.

   A bunch of empty wine bottles have been thrown at her recurve feet. Judging from the number of bottles, this decadent witch full of alcohol in front of her has a decent amount of alcohol.

   But after seeing the signs of those wine bottles, the drunk Blake immediately sobered up.

   He scolded coldly and raised his eyebrows:

   "Hey! What's the matter with your demon pet? Why did you steal my wine without my permission? Do you know that you have at least emptied one villa in the best part of Stormwind City this time?"

   "What's the problem with that?"

  Kintaisha turned her head and stared at Black with dead fish eyes. The former queen of Nasrezim stretched her voice and said:

   "Am I not already your prisoner? Shouldn't I serve you under your command for 10,000 years? Am I not already your **** pet?

  You humiliated me so much that I couldn't resist, what's wrong with me drinking two bottles of your wine now?

   Are you such a mean bastard?

   Wouldn't even give a few bottles of wine to your loyal pet? "

   "Oops, I'm full of resentment."

  Black smiled and walked to Jin Taisha. He looked at this fearful witch who had lost all power and all future, and was extremely decadent. He said:

   "But who's to blame?

   It was outside the Temple of Karabor, so you shouldn't have promised to change the content of the bet between us?

  It was you who had to challenge my wisdom at the conspiracy level, and you got a well-deserved fiasco, which proves that your evil is no more than that.

   For a conspiracy-loving dreadlord, will losing to a conspirator like me make you feel bad?

  No no no no.

   You should feel honored that you are fortunate enough to learn more dark wisdom with me, and I don't even ask you for money. "

   "Don't touch me! You bastard!"

  Kin Taisha slapped Blake's paw away, raised her head, poured a bottle of wine into her mouth, and smashed the bottle on the table like a madwoman with bad wine.

   she exclaimed:

   "I would have won! Velen's mind is broken, he has even touched Frostmourne, but the **** bird

  Your bird spoils it all.

   This is all your secret plan, and even before the game really starts, you have already outlined the ending for us.

you!

   It's a waste for a **** like you to be born in human form, if you're a dreadlord."

   "You should be glad I'm not."

  The pirate snorted, took out a prepared demon contract from his luggage, and slapped it on the table in front of Jin Taisha. He said:

   "If I was born as a dreadlord, a guy like you would have been my prisoner long ago, a pathetic prisoner in every sense.

   Here, sign it, my nasrezim pet. "

  Blake patted Jin Tessa's chic devil horns that were coiled twice like argali sheep like a puppy, and he said:

   "You should be thankful that I already have a more suitable twin demon, or you will be the next pathetic guy.

   But my demon servants are getting bigger and bigger, and I really need a powerful guy to lead them to make a career in the Twisted Nether. "

   "Hey, a **** who only bullies women."

  Jin Taisha spit out a word, and took advantage of the wine to pick up the hot demon contract and tore it open in his hand, dripping his own blood without looking at it, but Blake 'reminds' beside him:

   "Don't just use blood, my dear servant, you have to sign it with your heart, only in this way can you guarantee your 'loyalty', standing in front of you is a great warlock.

  I know very well that the contract made by the demon blood has no binding force on you dreadlords who regard betrayal as an instinct. "

   "Don't play with your mind."

  Kin Tessa sneered and said:

   "It was an order from Emperor Denasius to ask me to be your demon servant. I did something wrong and made the Emperor's face pale, and it was necessary and deserved to accept the punishment.

  The emperor's orders are more reliable than any demon contract.

   You know, we Nathrezim have never been able to rebel against our 'Creator'. If the emperor wants me to be your loyal dog, then I will serve you wholeheartedly. "

   After finishing speaking, the demon contract in the hands of the Dread Witch burned, and the beating embers formed a very special blood-colored emblem in the air, which was Revenders' Venthyr sin emblem.

  This thing jumped and landed on Black's finger, turning into a strange mark like a brand.

   He immediately felt that his soul was expanding, and there was a fairly obvious pet entry in the contract column belonging to the warlock:

   Name: "Pretender" Jin Tessa

   Race: Nathrezim/Blood Descent [Legendary Race]

   Occupation: Level 60 Blood Daughter Elite/Level 60 Demon Assassin Elite/Level 60 Shadow Pretender Elite

  Legendary Occupation: Level 12 Demon Lord·Leader/Level 12 Fear Hunter·Boss

  Mythical Occupation: Level 1 Lord of Fear [Death/Fel Power]

  Status: Blood Release·The Emperor's Punishment/Demon Contractor

  Contract attribution: Blake Shaw

illustrate:

  When a dreadlord volunteers to be a warlock's pet, any warlock with brains should choose to refuse.

   But Jin Tessa's loyalty to Blake Shaw was unquestionable, not because of how much she liked Blake, but because her master asked her to do so.

   "So, this is all the master's task?"

  Blake looked at the description of the entry in front of him and couldn't help but raised his brows.

   He looked at Jin Taisha strangely.

   He could feel that the fear demon in front of him had almost no resistance to his obedience, and he could ask the fear demon king in front of him to do anything for him, and the latter would never resist.

   It seems that Kintessa's complaints that these Nasrezim can't resist their creator are true, and the order of the emperor means everything to them, even beyond the meaning of their own existence.

   This is really horrible slavery.

   "Come on, put this on, my dear Kim Tessa."

  Black shrugged and put aside his pity for the dreadlords who looked evil and terrifying but had no freedom at all.

   He waved his hand and took out a very beautiful and delicate pair of chains, made of magic steel and aided by the exaggerated artistic techniques of elves, and put them in front of Jin Taisha, whose eyes were twitching.

   He sat on a chair and said to the demon servant in front of him:

   "Last time you said that if you win, you will bring me on a leash and take me through the market, but unfortunately you lost, so I specially prepared this for you."

"You bastard."

   The Witch of Fear screamed, but she couldn't defy Black's evil will, so she could only pick up the beautiful dog leash with shaking hands.

   But in the next second, Jin Taisha said in a strange tone:

   "Isn't this thing for me? Blake, my lord, you still have other women's names engraved on this circle. This was originally for Maiev Shadowsong?"

   "What! You read it wrong!"

  The stinking pirate dodged the collar with his hands, rubbed it a few times, erased the original name, and took out the knife to rewrite Jin Tessa's name on it.

   Then he threw the thing to his dreadlord servant, saying:

   "It's all yours now."

   "Come on, bring it on, let me see, it'll be fun."

   (end of this chapter)