Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Revendreth was gloomy enough during the day. In this place of sin, all the conspiracies and conspiracies seemed to have turned into reality, like invisible rules covering the entire dark continent.

No matter their status, every Venthyr living here can never avoid troubles like Tarsal Poison.

Because a little bit of private mental energy, a little daily quarrel, or even looking at you one more time in the crowd will lead to some unwanted "gifts" being sent to one's life.

Every Venthyr has the potential to become a villain, and never underestimate anyone who can survive the web of intrigue.

When everyone is smart, ignorance becomes an unforgivable sin. This land is a rare place where there are no real fools.

Because it is impossible for a stupid guy to get the chance to become a Venthyr.

When night falls, Revendreth becomes a different person.

It seems to be quiet, but as long as you listen carefully, you can hear it from every room in Naslia Castle, in every alley in Dark Bay Town, and under every tombstone in Fallen Manor. Vicious whispers.

Those voices intertwined together, plotting against the lives of those who were not innocent or looking forward to pushing the haters into the quagmire.

They enjoy it.

You don’t even need a reason, you just want to have fun.

The upper level of the Venthyr civilization system is composed of many ancient families. The emperor controls the upper level power of the Venthyr through seven sin reapers, and the sin reapers have various big families under their command to take refuge in the middle level. The lowest level of ruling power is the common people who are dependent on families of all sizes.

The system is well organized but has sufficient liquidity.

A noble family will be destroyed overnight because of being involved in a terrible conspiracy, and will be devoured by former allies at dawn the next day. The lucky ones will try to seize every opportunity to send themselves to a higher level. Families are built and collapsed in chaos after chaos, but there are always strong guys who can win along the way.

Even the higher-ups have the same rules.

When a Reaper is caught or fails in the conspiracy, a new Sin Lord will come to replace them. The Chamberlain who was tricked by Black is a typical example of this.

He is extremely eager to see his boss fall into the quagmire because of some troubles, so that he has the possibility of climbing up.

However, in the countless years since the founding of Revendreth to the present, few Reaper Lords have fallen from their thrones. With their power and strength, it is difficult for them to be overthrown by ordinary conspiracies.

But now, especially recently, things have changed subtly.

After the former ruler of the Reaper, Prince Renathor, inexplicably launched a foolish and failed rebellion and was thrown into the Maw by the Emperor himself, a storm spread to the entire Court of Reapers invisibly.

Except for Maiev Shadowsong, who was favored by the Emperor for special reasons and was parachuted into the Court of Reapers to replace Prince Renathor, the other six Reaper lords are now in danger.

Because the aftermath of that rebellion is not over yet.

It can be expanded at any time by Emperor Denathrius.

Things have reached this stage. The reason why the emperor did not continue to investigate some of the horrifying details of the rebellion was not because of his mercy, but because he was waiting for his lords to take the initiative to express their feelings.

The Lord of Sin is obviously going to do something terrible.

Some keen Venthyr nobles have noticed something is wrong. The sudden loss of anima in the entire Shadow Kingdom seems to be caused by the downtime of the Eternal Arbiter. However, upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that this matter seems to be related to Dana. Emperor Hughes has some unclear relationships.

The Emperor is gathering his power, and the reaper lords who control one side are his most important helpers. He hopes that his children can loyally stand beside their father to complete his lofty ideals.

However, not every reaper is willing to do this.

With the Medals of Sin, they have a certain degree of autonomy in front of the Emperor. Although these seven medals were shaped by the Emperor, they are connected to Revendreth's ruling authority, so the Emperor cannot force the Reaper Lords to obey his mind.

Because this is Revendreth's rule!

Everyone does not use brute force, but speaks with conspiracy and wisdom. This is a rule that the emperor himself set when he was "young and ignorant", but now it has become his biggest obstacle.

Because even the gods cannot fight against themselves.

"The shadows are approaching. I can feel a wave of malice surrounding me."

Before the darkest dawn, in a high tower in the city of Nasriya Fort.

The "Greed Reaper", who had met Black during the day and helped him complete the incredible crime monument, was sitting tiredly on a high-backed chair, writing his diary in front of a luxurious desk.

She was still wearing a chic outfit for a palace ball, but as a researcher responsible for guarding the treasury of sin monuments and specializing in the study of sin, she didn't care about those exaggerated outfits and rarely wore beautiful long dresses. Prefer home decoration that is convenient for activities.

But this does not mean that the caretaker lady is a helpless person.

She pays attention to exercise and has the most perfect figure among all the reapers, especially her bulging chest, which makes her the most proud of being a woman.

Unfortunately, she was one of those rare people who had no interest in the party. She even refused to style her hair and kept it short and crisp.

She wrote furiously in a room filled with sin monuments.

The blood-colored lights bloomed with a strange light in front of her, and she wrote:

"The Emperor may have known about the private connection between me and Prince Renasor, but he probably has not found any real evidence. I have made preparations in advance. When Renasor failed, I put all relevant things All destroyed.

But the truth Reinasol told me is still hard for me to digest.

Who would have thought that the Great Emperor would have such arrogant ambitions, he wants to unify the entire Shadow Kingdom."

"No, the emperor's ambitions don't stop there. Unifying the Shadow Kingdom is just the first step. He is already preparing to control the curtain of life and death, and will project the accumulated power of death into the material world.

That is my hometown, where I came from. "

A voice sounded behind the caregiver's slender body at this moment, reaching out and holding her right hand, forcing her to scribble the diary she had just written in a mess.

The sin reaper's body was as stiff as a puppet.

Venthyr don't sweat, but at this moment, the wise recorder felt a coldness on his back.

"Ms. Conservator, I am very grateful to you for helping me complete my monument and I would like to express my personal gratitude to you, but unfortunately, as a loyal friend and servant, I must keep public and private."

Blake walked out of the shadows and lowered his head, still smelling of Maiev's perfume. He whispered in the ear of the proud Venthyr lady:

"Your guess is correct, sin lords, I have come to Revendreth to help my great emperor complete his terrible and evil plan.

I am also the executor and participant of that plan.

But please understand that there are some things that Emperor Denathrius cannot do with his own hands. This is also the meaning of my 'friend' existence.

The magic of sin you left upon your tower is exquisite, but unfortunately there is a similar truth in the Sunless Sea, and it has been mine.

So, I’m going to ask you a question, and I hope you’ll answer me honestly. "

The most sinful lord's caretaker lady is the powerful Venthyr. She planned to resist the moment she was coerced, but unfortunately, the cold and alluring Blade of Sorrow was pressed against her pale and beautiful body when no one was holding it. On the neck.

It only takes one stroke to turn this powerful soul into darkness forever.

The caretaker could feel the murderous intent of this strange weapon. She knew that the guest invited by the emperor was serious, so she tried to calm down.

Swallowing her saliva, she said to the evil god who was almost leaning against her back and asking questions:

“I did take part in Reinasol’s rebellion, and I admit that I did something wrong.

But at the critical moment, I realized my mistake. The Emperor's army was able to suppress the prince's rebellion so easily because I anonymously sent information to Lady Inerva Darkvein.

I am extremely loyal to the Emperor! "

"I doubt it, Mrs. Cunning."

Blake put his hand on the caregiver's shoulder, and the power of the void snaked across her skin like a black snake, making her tremble like a cold winter moon.

The pirate shook his head and said:

"And that's not my question. Please don't rush to answer it. This is very rude behavior.

I have no interest in whether you participated in Prince Renathor's rebellion. I am just here to ask you on behalf of my friend Denathrius.

Now that you know the Emperor's grand ambition, are you willing to join this death crusade as the Sin Lord?

This is a very simple question, ma'am, please answer it carefully. "

Evil God Black, who had most of his body hidden in the uncertain darkness, said in a serious tone:

"Wise lady, I don't think you want to see your tower filled with the secrets of countless sin monuments destroyed by a 'fire', right? Come on, tell me your answer."

"I"

The caregiver was eager to answer that she did.

But she couldn't speak.

Under the pressure of the Quiet One's godhead, she couldn't tell any lies at all, so she could only grit her teeth and keep herself silent. After a few seconds, Blake shook his head regretfully and said:

"Sorry, wrong answer!"

"Snapped"

The caregiver's slender, swan-like neck was mercilessly clasped, and her whole body was roughly pulled from the chair.

The pirate dragged the struggling woman towards the void rift that opened behind her, and under the desperate gaze of the caregiver, he casually threw out a purple flame and ignited her precious research tower in an instant.

The next moment, after crossing the bumpy void rift, the caretaker was mercilessly thrown on the cold tower ground. She struggled to get up, and saw a lady wearing a gorgeous dress next to her.

That's the accuser.

Holder of the Order of Pride and one of the seven Sin Lords.

Her face was filled with despair at this time, and she was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to escape.

And at the edge of the tower in front of the two distressed ladies, the arrogant figure of Emperor Denathrius looked so shocking in the gloomy night.

Standing next to the emperor was a female aristocrat wearing a luxurious court dress and a beautiful French hairstyle. She stood tremblingly beside the emperor, not even daring to lower her head to look at the two embarrassed compatriots.

That's the Countess.

Desire Harvester.

"My dear friend."

Black moved his wrist and said to the silent Emperor:

"The cleanup is complete. Unfortunately, three of the seven reapers are not very willing to participate in your great cause. Fortunately, there are four of the seven who absolutely support you.

Should I say that the servants you chose are sensible enough? Or should I say that you have a really bad taste in looking at people? "

"I feel proud of their devotion to duty, and also feel pained by their stubbornness and ignorance."

The emperor stood on the platform at the edge of the tower like a psychotic poet, sighing and saying:

“I have given my children so much time to think, but they still made choices that made me sad, just like Reinasol.

I obviously had high hopes for them, but they gave me bitter disappointment. "

"No, Emperor, I am loyal to you."

The caretaker still wanted to struggle, but the Emperor was no longer willing to listen. He waved his hand and said to Black:

"After Reinasol, I can no longer bear to execute my children with my own hands. Do me a favor, my dear Black, do it more quickly. Don't let them suffer, and don't let me see that cruel death." scene."

"no no!!"

The owner of the Greedy Medal wants to resist, but the freedom the medal gives her cannot control the ruthless evil god.

The cold sharp blade pierced the heart from behind. Under the sharpness and armor-breaking of Salamani's law, any magic or armor was meaningless.

The caretaker's magic was interrupted before it could gather. She fell to her knees as if all her strength had been drained away. The Greed Medal in her hand was snatched away by Blake, and blood spattered from the sword drawn behind her. He kicked the body of the dying caretaker's wife and kicked her off the highest dome of Naslia Fort.

Like a fallen bird that had lost its wings, it kept falling amidst the blood splattering in the air, but instead of hitting the ground, it fell into a rotating door of blood and disappeared on the road to the Maw.

Just like banishing Reinasol, the Emperor also gave her the final treatment. Unfortunately, she was on the verge of death and could never survive the torture of the Maw.

This is the most exquisite form of corpse destruction.

"Pooh!"

After witnessing the caregiver's fate, the more courageous Mrs. Accuser knew that she would never survive. She sneered and threw the Pride Medal in her hand at Black, and spat at the pirate rudely.

Faced with this provocation, Blake's response was quite direct.

Stepping forward, holding the accuser's graceful white hair, the buzzing Blade of Sorrow struck the sin lord's pulled up neck hard like a lover's caress.

With blood splattering everywhere, another dying person was thrown into the abyss of Black Wind High School that night.

"Two."

Black lifted two blood-stained medals of sin, the sword in his hand was lowered, and drops of blood dripped, making Countess Desire Reaper, who was standing next to the emperor, tremble all over with fear, and her legs became weak.

When the evil god looked at her with a murderous smile, the Countess felt that all the nightmares she had experienced during her life and after her death were exploding in her eyes and heart.

She knew that the Emperor could not execute punishment on the Reapers who held the Medal of Sin, so the Emperor invited Black Shaw as a helper. This outsider was not bound by Revendreth's rules. He was powerful and could easily execute the Emperor's death instructions. make.

The Emperor no longer had much patience to wait for his servants to make up their minds.

He chose the most ruthless way to concentrate the power of the entire Revendreth.

"You are a swinger, Countess."

Blake stared at the Countess and said:

"I ask you again, are you willing to join the great cause of the Great Emperor and contribute your own strength to the arrival of the Age of Death?"

"me."

The countess hated her indecision at this moment. She desperately wanted to express her loyalty, but she still had doubts in her heart and it was impossible for her to tell a skillful lie in front of the Silent One.

This stammering look showed no etiquette that a noble should have, and the emperor who looked away shook his head repeatedly.

How dishonorable!

"Sorry, wrong answer!"

The evil god showed a cold smile, stepped forward, grabbed the medal of desire hanging around the Countess' neck, pulled it off, and then stabbed it through the heart with a sword.

Under the freezing night, the seriously injured body of the third Sin Reaper was thrown from the sky.

Blake stood in the cold wind and watched expressionlessly as the pitiful girl disappeared into the passage of the abyss. He hummed a pirate song with a lively rhythm and handed the three medals in his hand to his collaborator.

The emperor glanced at it and said:

"Don't you want it?

With three Medals of Sin in hand, you are the uncrowned king of Revendreth. Even I can't interfere with your rule. You can give them to your wife, so that Ms. Maiev can take over my domain with a new name. "

"No interest, my little cutie doesn't need this."

Blake picked up his pipe and said expressionlessly as the smoke rose:

"I will go to Zaresantis to get a container for her. After I come back, even if you don't want to give it to her, she can still control the power of this land.

You know me, dear Denathrius.

Although I don't resist doing evil things with blood on my hands, there are some precious rewards that I prefer to get with my own hands. The traitors in your kingdom have been killed. Next, I will go to Ardenweald and Ascension Bastion to get mine. Well deserved two stamps.

I hope when I come back I can see your sincerity. "

The emperor laughed and took the three bloody sin medals. He felt in his heart that this Black Shaw was indeed a crazy and ruthless butcher knife. As long as the price was paid enough, he would dare to do anything.

Very useful black gloves.

This feeling of solving all the troubles neatly and neatly is really addictive.

"Go ahead."

The emperor nodded and returned to his usual posture of forcing the king. He waved his hand coldly and said:

"Remember to come tomorrow to attend the funeral of the three reapers who died tragically. I promise, Black, my friend, you and I can get what we long for from this cooperation."