MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1906 34. One day, my sweetheart will step on

   Chapter 1906 34. One day, my sweetheart will come to pick me home

   The hypocritical and arrogant Minister of the Palace did not pay attention to the prompt of this inexplicable outsider at first.

As a group of blood aristocrats born at the beginning of Revenders, he has one of the oldest and most glorious surnames on this land. This is also an important reason why he is lacking in talent and has mediocre strength. one.

  Although in the eyes of the real Venthyr nobles, a mere palace minister is just an official the size of a sesame and mung bean, but for a large number of commoners, the palace minister is obviously a real successful person.

   He has seven lovers in Fallen Ao Zhuang, his own manor, and a large number of mud servants and small stone spirits who match his identity.

   He is very knowledgeable.

   As a high-ranking official who manages the Fallen Pride 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 being sent into Ravendes.

   Those guys include dragon slayers, arrogant sages, world-destroying careerists and lunatics, and even crazy sociopaths who dabble in the stars and use life as their research material.

   But no matter how many great or depraved things they did in their lifetimes, they became meaningless the moment they stepped into Revenders.

   No matter how glorious the past falls on the record of the sin monument, it is only a few lines of words.

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

   And once the carved monument of sin falls into the hands of Venthyr, those great or mad souls will become part of this land, whether they want to or not, they must embark on the road of redemption.

   After a long period of atonement, some souls have been detached, and they have been allowed to join the glorious Venthyr as a member of the Anima Blood Race, and some stubborn souls will spend their sad life as Anima prisoners in mourning.

  The most stubborn ones will be ruthlessly thrown into the maw from the highest spire of Nasria Fort, where they will repent of their sins, but then it will be too late, and no one will save their wretched souls.

  The Minister of the Palace has seen too many arrogant people.

   He thought that the outsider who appeared in Ravendes for no apparent reason was also one of those guys, even though the guy in front of him should have passed through the veil of life and death in the flesh rather than the dead.

   But under the monument of sin, everyone is equal!

As long as there is a soul, it can be restrained by Wen Xier, not to mention that this guy is very cooperative. After the minister of the palace recruited his mud servants, he took the initiative to tell his sins, so the mud servants planned to The material was used to engrave a beautiful and sturdy sin tablet for this guy, which can resist the invasion of time, as the first gift that Ravendes gave him.

   However, after Black gushed about his sins for half an hour, there was also a trace of anxiety on the skin of the palace minister's sweat-free Venthyr.

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

  Three hours later, the servants of the palace minister were exhausted.

   But even one-twentieth of Black's sin monument was not completed, and the minister of the palace looked at this mild-tempered outsider with a terrified look.

  As a high-level Venthyr who is good at judgment, he can judge that the sins spoken by this guy who calls himself "Captain Black Shaw" are real sins that are not mixed with water.

but.

   But why so many!

enough!

  Are you finished yet?

  The Minister of the Palace got up in anger, and stared at the gushing Black with blood-colored eyes. He wanted to yell at this lunatic. Hey, these sins you said are enough for you to fall into the maze ten times!

   How can there be such an outrageous evil spirit in this world?

  伱Are you sure you should come to Ravendes?

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

   Even the few stone descendants next to the Minister of the Palace will look at him with the eyes of scumbags, and even wish to give the Evil God a live execution on the spot!

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

   "What? Do you want to stop?"

  The pirate took out a bottle of wine and moistened his throat. He stared at the palace minister with dull eyes in front of him, and the guards of the Stone Legion who had already grabbed the halberd.

   He stretched his voice and put on a high-class demeanor, saying:

   "But I heard that according to the rules of Venthyr's high society, once the sculpture of the sin monument is started, it cannot be stopped until the sin of a soul is completely recorded."

  The pirate snorted and said to the minister of the palace:

"Hey, I'll give you ten minutes, hurry to find those high-ranking judges of the 'Declarer' who are good at convicting and making high-level sin monuments, it's better to put the 'Greedy Reaper' and the 'Pride Reaper' two more Big sister also came over.

   Without the help of the Medal of Sin in their hands, it would be very difficult for you guys to complete the carving of my Sin tablet in the remaining nine hours. "

  Black summoned a gorgeous chair composed of Void forces, and sat on it, flicking his fingers, and said:

   "This is the rule of Revenders, and I don't want my friend Denasius to say that I am a guest who doesn't understand the rules, so let's convey these words to Nasria Fort.

   told the Great Emperor that after the carving of my sin monument was completed, I would personally visit him and ask him to wait patiently.

   But if your speed is too slow and you delay the conversation between me and the Great Emperor, then the King of Sin will punish me and it will have nothing to do with me. Anyway, He will definitely not dare to vent his anger on me.

   After all, there is something to ask for. "

   "Where the **** are you!"

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

   "With so many crimes, but you haven't counted your main sin, can you reveal the most evil or greatest thing you've ever done? So that we loyal servants can be mentally prepared."

   "Oh, the worst thing, let me think."

  Blake took a sip of wine, tilted his head for a while, and hooked his finger to the minister of the palace 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 Realm, and instructed him to kick your Eternal Arbiter to death, causing the fate of the Shadow Realm to be turbulent and the six forces completely Unbalanced, does it count?"

   "Puff"

  The minister of the palace, who had seen the wind and waves, could no longer hold on, and his knees fell to the ground.

  It is estimated that this main sin alone would take thousands of clay servants to carve for hours to write it out completely, and with such a terrible soul of sin, who would dare to execute his atonement?

  If this terrifying soul in front of him really wants to atone for his sins, it is estimated that Emperor Denasius will do it himself.

   "Time is running out, my dear minister of the palace."

   Lord Cthulhu stretched out his hand and patted the trembling Wencyr on the shoulder, and said softly:

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

  It was you who started it, so you have to be responsible for the finishing touches, right? This is the rule of 'high society', and it is the dignity that a Venthyr high-ranking noble should have when facing a mud-legged pirate.

   Don't be ashamed of your glorious and great surname.

   Go. "

   The minister of the palace was blacked out.

   He knew he was done.

  Although he can argue that he is acting according to the rules, even if he thinks about it with his butt, he knows that Emperor Denathius, who has lost face in front of his guests, will definitely not listen to his sophistry.

   His big ambitions and great prospects must be over.

   Later, it is not impossible to be assigned to watch the gates of Sin Falls Castle or even be exiled to the Ash Wilderness and rot in the mud with those mad savages.

   But things still have to be done.

   The villain in front of him was right.

   This is the last dignity and dignity that a Venthyr nobleman should have, and he cannot shame his surname.

Thinking of this, the minister of the palace gritted his teeth, got up and barely did a decent noble etiquette, turned around and stepped into the gate of sin surging with blood to summon more mud servants and sinner priests to complete this unprecedented and unprecedented event. Great Crime Monument.

   Watching him leave, Lord Heretic God nodded slightly.

   Although these Venthyrs are evil and insidious, they are hypocritical and dissolute and like to play tricks. They regard intrigues and tricks as daily entertainment, and they strive to spur themselves to become the best bad seeds.

   But they are not without merit.

The Venthyr's emphasis on contracts, decency and rules has made them the most popular witnesses to contracts in the Shadow Kingdom. If the style of painting is not considered, these Anima vampires should belong to the "lawful evil" camp, not impossible Working together, as long as their traits and character flaws are taken care of, the cunning and treacherous Heart Vampires can become the most reassuring scumbags.

  The Great Emperor is really good at training his subordinates, which even Blake has to admire.

  Ten minutes later, the two lords of the Court of the Reaper of Sin, dressed in lady hunting attire and lady's dress, set foot on Black's place at the invitation of the minister of the palace.

   They are two of the seven lords of Ravendes, who were entrusted by the emperor. They each have one-seventh control of Ravendes.

In charge of the "Greed Medal", the caretaker who is best at distinguishing and recording sins bowed down to Blake, while in charge of the "Pride Medal", the accuser who was responsible for stripping off the sin of arrogance from the guilty soul was generously made a lady to the evil god. etiquette.

   Their arrival symbolized that Denathus the Great had accepted Black's "goodwill" and had to greet his guests according to the traditional rules of Revenders.

   And along with the two sin lords came a mighty three thousand mud servants and dozens of giant servants, as well as a considerable number of small stone spirits and several teams of hard stone army warriors.

   They will finish the carving of his sin monument for Blake in the next few hours.

   As for the material

   is the floating island at the feet of the pirates.

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

  It is enough to serve as the main body of the silent monument.

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

   The sin monument made with it as the main system cannot be accommodated in any traditional way. It can only be sent into Revenders under the control of the evil god, and placed in a certain place to become a "landscape".

   "I said it at the beginning."

   Looking at the hard work of the thousands of Vencelles and their mud servants working in the mud in front of them, the pirates were holding their wine glasses, brushed their hair very Versailles, and sighed softly:

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

   But that’s okay, I have a long life.

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

  Well, my treasurer is busy recording my new property again.

   What name shall I name the kingdom of sin built upon my own sin monument?

   It's really sad. "

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  Fort Nasria, where Denathius the Great stood on the spire of his splendid blood court, the majestic Eternal looking out over the looming realm beyond his own realm.

   He was waiting for his guest to arrive.

  Revenders is very beautiful at dusk.

  Dark Bay Town in the distance and the undulating mountains of Fallen Ao Zhuang connect them with the urban area of ​​Nasria Fort, like a palace complex spanning the entire Ravendes.

  The scenery seen from a height is somewhat similar to the city of Gilneas in the eastern continent. The style of the two is somewhat similar, but Ravendes is obviously more gloomy and gorgeous.

  Those very artistic towers, palaces and gardens blend with the **** evening light in the sky, making everything look like a luxurious realist oil painting.

  This landscape represents the finest art and design in Shadowlands, all by the hands of Denathus the Great.

   I have to say that the aesthetics of this Eternal is really superb, and he is a multi-talented and well-rounded conspirator.

   The cool breeze of the night blew the emperor's long white hair, making his sharp ears similar to those of an elf looming in the fluttering hair, and those dark red eyes shone with deep light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

   The bloodthirsty spirit saber was suspended by the emperor's hand, and the pearl hilt and slender blade shone in the dusk.

   "Your husband is a real troublemaker."

  The Great suddenly said something.

   is like a complaint and a joke between acquaintances.

   "Yeah, he will always appear unexpectedly in such a way that others can't think of, and he will show his sincerity while being humorous, and always make people feel the warmth that is not mourning in their hearts."

   A cold voice sounded behind the emperor, and Mrs. Maiev Shadowsong, who was wearing a black and red Venthyr noble dress, walked slowly with a beautiful blood-colored umbrella.

Behind her followed two small stone spirits in delicate clothes, holding tea cups and tea sets for the hostess, and several gloomy stone-born assassin guards, guarding the new ruling reaper, the holder of the ruling medal The safety of Her Royal Highness Princess Sin, first in line to the throne of the Sin King, Revenders.

   Maiev seems to have fully integrated into the land of blood.

   Her style of dressing has become a real Venthyr aristocrat, with a dazzling blood-colored medal as a pendant hanging in the snow-white bosom of the long skirt.

   Those black and white eyes also turned into blood pupils unique to the Venthyr.

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

   "My friend Blake, is this the way to win your favor? Mrs. Maiev."

  The Great Emperor stretched out his hand and stroked the pearl hilt of the sharp soul blade beside him. 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. They are often unwilling to repent or forget their beautiful feelings.

   But you don't mind being one of us, Mrs. Maiev, I'm curious how much love with Blake weighs in your cold heart? "

   This slightly malicious question did not cause Maiev's expression to change. She held a blood-colored umbrella and looked at the huge black floating island that pushed through the fog and entered the airspace of Ravendes.

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

   She felt the fiery and gentle gaze, although the scene in front of her was different from the meeting she had dreamed of countless times, but it was nothing.

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

"That love has no weight, it doesn't take up a shred of my heart, it's as light as a feather but as heavy as a mountain, just as you can see, my beloved Emperor Denasius, what you see is this body and this distant The soul of the line is all forged by that love.

   I am a person who should have died.

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

   Well, I should rudely retire, Your Majesty.

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

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

  Tonight I am not responsible to anyone, to any existence.

  I belong to him tonight and from now on.”

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

   flew into the sky like a butterfly during the flying of the blood-colored umbrella, let out a light laughter like the purest girl, and pounced on the man who opened his arms to her.

   At this moment, everything has no meaning.

   At this moment, everything is given meaning.

   When they embraced and kissed in the twilight of Ravendes, even the eyes of the iron-hearted Emperor gleamed.

   He stroked the extremely docile and silent soul blade Remonia, and said with emotion and curiosity:

   "Love?"

   "What a fascinating sin."

   (end of this chapter)