Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The hypocritical and arrogant chamberlain did not pay attention to the hints of this inexplicable outsider at first.

As one of the first blood nobles born in Revendreth, he has one of the oldest and most glorious surnames on this earth. This is also an important reason why he, with insufficient talent and mediocre strength, can serve as the noble minister of the palace. one.

Although in the eyes of the real Venthyr nobles, a palace minister is just an official the size of a sesame seed and a mung bean, to a large number of common people, the palace minister is obviously a truly successful person.

He has seven lovers in Diaoao Manor, a manor of his own, and a large number of clay servants and little stone spirits that match his identity.

He has seen a lot.

As a high-ranking official who manages the Fallen Pride Village and can participate in the daily affairs of the Hall of Atonement, in the past thousands of years, he has seen too many arrogant souls behave badly when they were sent to Revendreth.

Among those guys are dragon-slaying warriors, arrogant wise kings, careerists and lunatics who destroy the world, and even crazy sociopaths who travel to the stars and use life as research material.

But no matter how many great or depraved things they did during their lives, they all became meaningless the moment they entered Revendreth.

No matter how glorious the past is, it can only be recorded in a few lines on the Sin Monument.

This is the power of death, which can transform all beauty into the most ordinary and fair evaluation.

And once the carved sin monument falls into the hands of Venthyr, those great or crazy souls will become part of this land, and whether they are willing or not, they will embark on the road of atonement.

After a long period of atonement, some souls gained transcendence and were allowed to join the glorious Venthyr and become a member of the Anima Vampire Family. There are also some stubborn souls who will spend their miserable lives as prisoners of Anima in mourning.

The most stubborn ones will be mercilessly thrown from the highest spire of Nathriya Castle into the abyss, where they will confess their sins, but by then the confession will be too late, and no one can save their miserable souls.

The Lord Chamberlain has seen too many arrogant people.

He believed that the outsider who inexplicably appeared in Revendreth was also one of those guys, although the guy in front of him should have passed through the veil of life and death in a physical body and was not a dead person.

But under the monument of sin, everyone is equal!

As long as there is a soul, it can be restrained by Venthyr, not to mention that this guy is very cooperative. After the palace minister summoned his mud servants, he took the initiative to tell his sins, so the mud servants planned to kill him. He used local materials to carve this guy a beautiful and sturdy sin tablet that could withstand the invasion of time as the first gift Revendreth gave him.

However, after Black rambled on about his sins for half an hour, a trace of anxiety appeared on the Chamberlain's Venthyr skin that couldn't sweat.

He suddenly felt that something was not right, that he seemed to have fallen into some strange trap.

Three hours later, the chamberlain's servants were exhausted.

But Black's sin monument was not even one-twentieth completed, and the palace minister's eyes at this mild-tempered outsider had become very frightened.

As a high-level Venthyr who is good at judging, he can judge that the sins mentioned by the guy who calls himself "Captain Black Shaw" are real sins without water.

but.

But why are there so many!

enough!

Are you finished yet?

The chamberlain stood up angrily and stared at the gushing Black with his bloody eyes. He wanted to scold this lunatic loudly, "Hey, the sins you mentioned are enough for you to fall into the abyss ten times!"

How could there be such an outrageous evil soul in this world?

Are you sure you should come to Revendreth?

Why do I think you went to the wrong place? The warden's place is more suitable for you!

Even the few stone descendants next to the Palace Minister looked at him like naked scum, and even wished they could execute the evil god on the spot!

Such a damned soul is simply a flower of extreme evil born from being immersed in the sea of ​​sin. There is no need for atonement or judgment at all. Humane destruction is his most deserved ending.

"What? Do you want to stop?"

The pirate took out a bottle of wine to moisten his throat. He stared at the palace minister with dull eyes in front of him with a sarcastic look, as well as the few Stone Legion guards around him who had already grabbed their halberds.

He stretched out his voice and put on the demeanor of a gentleman, and said:

"But I heard that according to the rules of Venthyr's upper class society, once you start carving the Sin Monument, you cannot stop it until the sins of a soul are completely recorded."

The pirate snorted and said to the Chamberlain:

"Now, I'll give you ten minutes. Hurry up and find those high-level judges of the 'Condemners' who are good at convicting people and making high-level sin monuments. It's best to add the 'Greed Reaper' and the 'Pride Reaper' The eldest sister also came over.

Without the assistance of the Sin Medals in their hands, it would be difficult for you guys to complete the carving of my Sin Monument in the remaining nine hours. "

Blake summoned a gorgeous chair made of void power, sat on it as if he were a guest, and said while snapping his fingers:

"This is Revendreth's rule, and I don't want my friend Emperor Denathrius to say that I am a guest who doesn't understand the rules, so please convey these words to Nathria Castle.

Just tell the Emperor that after the carving of my sin monument is completed, I will visit Him personally and ask Him to wait patiently.

But if you are too slow and delay my conversation with the Great Emperor, then the punishment imposed by the King of Sin will have nothing to do with me. Anyway, He will definitely not dare to vent his anger on me.

After all, you need help from others. "

"Who the hell are you!"

When things got to this point, no matter how stupid the palace minister was, he realized that he had kicked an iron plate. He glanced at the floating island under his feet that had been carved with sinful inscriptions by the mud servants, and whispered in a slightly trembling voice:

"There are so many crimes but you are not counted as your main crime. Can you reveal the most evil or greatest thing you have ever done? So that we loyal servants can be mentally prepared."

"Oh, the most evil thing, let me think about it."

Blake took a sip of wine, tilted his head and thought for a while, then raised his fingers to the palace minister in front of him. The latter stepped forward with awe and respect, and heard Blake say in his ear:

"I killed two Titans in the material world, and sent the soul of one of them to the Shadow Kingdom. I also ordered him to kick your eternal arbiter to death, causing the destiny of the Shadow Kingdom to be shaken, and completely destroying the six forces. Does imbalance count?”

"Plop"

The chamberlain, who had seen strong winds and waves, could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground as soon as his knees gave out. He had indeed seen a lot, but such a crime was simply unheard of.

This one major sin alone would probably require thousands of clay servants to carve at the same time for several hours to write it out completely. And for such a terrible soul with such a sin, who would dare to execute his atonement?

If the terrible soul in front of him really wanted to atone for his sins, Emperor Denathrius would probably have to do it himself.

"Time is of the essence, my dear Lord Chamberlain."

Lord Evil God reached out and patted the trembling Venthyr on the shoulder, and said softly:

"You must follow the rules and ask me to hand over the crime monument.

You started this thing, so you have to be responsible for finishing it, right? This is the rule of 'upper class' society, and it is the dignity a high-ranking Venthyr noble should have when facing a mud-legged pirate.

Don't embarrass your glorious and great last name.

Go ahead. "

The Chamberlain's eyes turned dark.

He knew he was finished.

Although he could argue that he was doing things according to the rules, even if he thought about it with his buttocks, he would know that Emperor Denathrius, who had lost face in front of his guests, would definitely not listen to his sophistry.

His ambition and great future were surely doomed.

It is not impossible that he would be sent to guard the gate of the Sinful Castle in the future or even be exiled to the Ashes Wilderness to be completely rotted in the mud with those crazy savages.

But things still need to be done.

The villain in front of me was right.

This is the last dignity and dignity a Venthyr noble should have. He cannot embarrass his surname.

Thinking of this, the palace minister gritted his teeth, stood up and performed a decent aristocratic etiquette, turned around and stepped into the bloody gate of sin to summon more clay servants and sinner priests to complete this unprecedented task. A huge monument of sin.

Watching him leave, Lord Evil God nodded slightly.

Although these Venthyr are evil and insidious, hypocritical and dissolute, they also like to play tricks. They regard conspiracy and conspiracy as daily entertainment, and each one strives to push himself to become the best bad breed.

But they are not without their merits.

The Venthyr's emphasis on contracts, decency, and rules makes them the most popular contract witnesses in the Shadow Kingdom. If the style of painting is not considered, these anima vampires should all belong to the "lawful evil" camp, which is not impossible. Cooperation, as long as their characteristics and character flaws are grasped, the cunning and cunning anima vampires can become the most reassuring assholes.

The emperor is really good at training his subordinates, which even Black has to admire.

Ten minutes later, the two lords of the Court of Sin Reapers, dressed in women's hunting attire and lady's long skirts, set foot on Black's place at the invitation of the Chamberlain.

They are two of the seven lords of Revendreth entrusted by the Great Emperor. Each has one-seventh of the control over Revendreth. They are the outstanding leaders under the Great Emperor who truly manage this land of blood.

The caretaker in charge of the "Medal of Greed", who is best at identifying and recording sins, bowed down to pay tribute to Black, while the accuser in charge of the "Medal of Pride", who was responsible for peeling off the sin of arrogance from sinful souls, generously acted like a lady to the evil god. etiquette.

Their arrival symbolizes that Emperor Denathrius has accepted Blake's "goodwill" and wants to welcome his guests in accordance with Revendreth's traditional rules.

Along with the two sin lords came three thousand clay servants and dozens of giant servants, as well as a considerable number of small stone spirits and several teams of stubborn stone legion warriors.

They will spend the next few hours completing the carving of Blake's sin monument.

As for materials

This is the floating island at the feet of the pirates.

The good news is, this floating island is big enough.

It is enough to serve as the main body of the Silent One's sin monument.

The bad news is, this floating island is too big.

The sin monument made with it as its main body cannot be stored in any traditional way. It can only be sent to Revendreth under the control of the evil god himself, and placed somewhere to become a "landscape".

"I said it at the beginning."

Seeing the thousands of Vencils and their mud servants working hard in the mud in front of him, the Pirate Pirate held the wine glass, brushed his hair in a very Versailles manner, and sighed in a gentle tone:

"The monument of my sins is at least as big as Mount Hyjal. Well, it turns out that I was too optimistic. My sins are not enough, and they are not enough to cover the entire holy mountain of Hyjal.

But it doesn't matter, I still have a long life.

My sin monument will continue to grow, and one day, it will record all my sins and become a floating island continent floating in the kingdom of death.

Well, my financial officer is busy again recording my newly acquired real estate.

What name should I give to the kingdom of sin built on the monument of my own sin?

What a sad thing. "

——

In Nathria Castle, Emperor Denathrius is standing on the spiers of his gorgeous Blood Palace. This majestic Eternal One is looking at the looming realm outside his kingdom.

He is waiting for His guests to arrive.

The scenery of Revendres at dusk is very gorgeous.

The undulating mountains of Dark Bay Town and Fallen Pride Village in the distance connect them to the city of Nathria Castle, like a palace complex spanning the entire Revendreth.

The scenery seen from a high place is somewhat similar to Gilneas City in the eastern continent. The painting styles of the two are somewhat similar, but Revendreth is obviously more gloomy and more gorgeous.

Those extremely artistic towers, palaces and gardens complemented the bloody dusk light in the sky, making everything look like a luxurious realistic oil painting.

This landscape represents the finest artistic design in the Shadowlands, all created by Emperor Denathrius the Great.

I have to say that this Eternal One's aesthetic sense is really superb, and he is a versatile and comprehensive conspirator.

The cool night breeze blew the emperor's long white hair, making his sharp ears similar to those of an elf looming in the flying hair. His dark red eyes were shining with a deep light, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

The bloodthirsty spirit sword was suspended in the Emperor's hand, its pearl hilt and slender sword shining brightly in the dusk.

"Your husband is a real troublemaker."

The emperor suddenly spoke.

It's like a complaint or a joke between acquaintances.

"Yes, he always makes unexpected appearances in ways that no one else would expect. He is also humorous and shows his sincerity. He always makes people feel the warmth in their hearts without mourning."

A cold voice sounded behind the emperor, and Lady Maiev Shadowsong, wearing a black and red Venthyr noble dress, walked slowly over holding a beautiful bloody umbrella.

Behind her were two small stone spirits in fine clothes, carrying tea cups and tea sets for the hostess, and several gloomy stone assassin guards, guarding the newly appointed Harvester of Dominance, the holder of the Medal of Dominance. The first heir to the throne of the King of Sins in Revendreth is the safety of His Royal Highness the Princess of Sins.

Maiev seemed to have completely integrated into this land of blood.

Her dressing style has become that of a true Venthyr aristocrat, with a bloody medal hanging as a pendant in a flash of white on the chest of her long dress.

The pair of black and white eyes also turned into the blood pupils unique to the Venthyrs.

This means that Maiev is transforming into a real Venthyr noblewoman, but she does not like the thin and gloomy appearance of the Venthyr, so her face still maintains the face of an elf.

"My friend Black, is this how I won your favor? Lady Maiev."

The Emperor reached out and touched the pearl hilt of the Soul Blade at his hand. He rubbed his chin and said in a gentle tone:

"This is probably what mortals call 'love'?

My kingdom has received countless souls who do crazy things in the name of love. They are the toughest and most stubborn of all souls, and they are often unwilling to repent or forget the beautiful feelings.

But you don't mind becoming one of us, Mrs. Maiev. I'm curious, how much weight does the love with Black have in your cold heart? "

This slightly malicious question did not cause any change in Maiev's expression. She held a bloody umbrella and looked at the huge black floating island that pushed through the fog and entered Revendreth's airspace.

She saw the figure standing on the edge of the floating island.

She felt the fierce yet gentle gaze. Although the scene in front of her was different from the encounters she had dreamed of countless times, it didn't matter.

Mrs. Maiev reached out and brushed her long white hair, and she said softly:

"That love has no weight, and it does not occupy the slightest bit of my heart. It is as light as a feather but as heavy as a mountain. As you can see, my beloved Emperor Denathrius, the body you see is different from this distant body. The soul of walking is all cast by that love.

I am a person who is meant to die.

It was his feelings for me that turned into shackles and pulled me back to the world from the ashes of hell. That man cherished me so much that I was willing to give everything to him like a moth to a flame.

Well, I should excuse myself rudely, Your Majesty.

Next time I have time to discuss the true meaning of love with you, please allow me to leave for now.

As you can see, my husband has crossed the horizon of life and death, crossed the vast sea of ​​time, and torn apart the chasm of order to meet me.

Tonight I have no responsibility to anyone or anything.

Tonight and from now on, I belong only to him."

After saying that, Maiev raised her feet and walked in the air.

Flying into the sky like a butterfly in the rotation of the bloody umbrella, she let out a light laugh like the most innocent girl, and rushed towards the man who opened his arms to her.

At this moment, everything was meaningless.

At this moment, everything was given meaning.

When they embraced and kissed each other in the dusk of Revendreth, even the hard-hearted Emperor had a glimmer of light in his eyes.

He stroked Lemonia, the extremely gentle and silent soul blade, and said with emotion and curiosity:

"Love?"

"What a fascinating sin."