In the deserted temple area of ​​Zul'Farrak, the shrine of Mu'ezara, the Father of Night, has been destroyed.

But the female Dreadlord who emerged from the ashes of the shrine claimed that she had brought the order of Denathrius, the Lord of Pain, one of the Eternals of the Shadow Realm...

Although this female fear lord wore a blood-red battle armor characteristic of the Venthyr and was dressed in the orthodox Nathrezim style, Black did not trust her very much.

The reason is also very simple.

Ever since they met the first Dread Lord Kassan'atir, the pirates had been trying to get in touch with Emperor Denathrius, and even asked the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis to deliver a message to him in Dalaran.

But there has been no response from the emperor.

I think it's because the Great Emperor, as the Eternal One, disdains establishing contact with the little pirates in the material world.

After all, Emperor Denathrius is one of the pillars of the Shadow Realm. He not only supports the kingdom system of the Shadow Realm, but is also the cornerstone of power in the world of the dead. He is also the founder of the Vampire Court Revendreth.

His descendants and servants call themselves "Venthyr", which probably means conspirators, blood wings, overseers, and punishers. It's not a good word anyway.

That place in Blake's memory can be summed up in two words.

They are "gorgeous" and "arrogant" respectively.

The vampire-like Venthyr likes to enjoy luxurious clothes and luxury, and each of them has the most iconic arrogance and rudeness among the creatures of the Shadow Realm.

They are immersed in their own kingdom, pointing out the harsh path of atonement for those souls who have committed serious crimes due to pride or evil, and maintain their own power by harvesting the energy of their hearts.

Just by hearing the description, you can tell that the guys from this place are not that likable characters. As the creator and destroyer of Revendreth, the Emperor's own pride is as high as his status.

The pirates had already despaired of establishing contact with Emperor Denathrius.

But I didn't expect that a turning point would come here.

Oops, Master of the Shadow Realm, I'm on the line with you, it's really a waste of effort.

"Hey, Mephistros, do you know this arrogant lady in front of me?"

Upon hearing the female fear devil asking Blake to kiss the ring seal in her hand, the stinky pirate did not step forward immediately, but asked a question to his unusually silent inner demon.

Mephistros replied unhappily:

"know.

Her name is Narragas, she is unknown in the Parliament of Fear but holds a high position of power. She is an ambitious guy and a favorite of the Great Emperor. She is in charge of all his informants in the Shadow Realm for the Great Emperor.

It is said that Narlagas and Tichondrius have a close relationship. They maintain a secret relationship with each other. Don't let the female know that I am in your body.

I don't want to be laughed at by her."

"Um."

Blake confirmed the identity of the gorgeously dressed Dread Lord lady in front of him, then took a few steps forward and leaned down respectfully, took the sharp and ferocious claws of the lady in front of him, and kissed a gorgeous seal on her finger.

kiss.

As for Bwonsamdi.

The cunning old thing gathered all his divine power the moment the Dread Witch appeared, fell to the sand in the corner of the underground ruins, and disguised himself as a worn-out mask.

Obviously, he, who is now in a desperate situation, does not want to get into trouble with the notoriously difficult Revendreth and the arrogant Emperor Denathrius at this moment.

So he chose to eat melon!

Watch Blake interact with visitors from the Shadow Realm, and observe the legendary "dark wisdom" by the way. Maybe you can learn something yourself? Right?

Isn't this a huge profit?

And with this less than standard "hand kiss", the pirate carefully looked at the appearance of the female Dread Lord in front of him.

Her body shape is much slender and smaller than that of the male Nasrezim, the devil horns on her forehead are more curved, and her skin is pale white like the male.

Except for the two extra big balls on the chest, other details are not much different from the male, but overall, the female Dread Lord has a more "charming" feeling.

And in Blake's memory of the female Dreadlords, they don't seem to distinguish each other by the color of their wings.

"It's because their number is too small."

The pirate's doubts were quickly answered when Mephistros whispered:

"In our group, the number of females is only one-tenth of the males. They don't need to use wings of different colors to distinguish each other. Each of them has its own unique symbol on the cheek or body."

"Then aren't you males miserable?"

Blake complained:

"Nine out of every ten Nasrezim brothers want to be single? Well, I can't imagine how lively it must be during a certain 'mating festival' in your world.

Tell me, my inner demon, how many times have you won? And have you maintained inappropriate relationships with several female Dreadlords?

Considering the close and symbiotic relationship we have now, you should be more honest. I don’t want to see a fear witch holding a demon baby out of nowhere one day and come to take over from me.”

"Haha, ridiculous mortal wisdom."

Mephistros sneered and responded:

"Do you still think we are in pairs? No, we advocate a more efficient open relationship, not to mention, we are Stoneborn, poor pirates.

We do not reproduce through obscene exchanges of bodily fluids and disgusting mating rituals. We are a noble race, unlike you beasts immersed in lust."

"Well, that's it."

Black nodded, as if he didn't care about Mephistros's ridicule. The next second he raised his head and said to the female fear devil in front of him with a smile on his face:

"I have a close relationship with you Nasrezim, madam. To be honest with you, I am now 'borrowing' one of your compatriots in my body.

Third Lord Mephistros, do you know it? It has a pair of beautiful azure wings."

"Of course I know that that weak and incompetent guy is missing. I thought it was sent to perform some mission."

The female fear demon named Narlajias blinked her pale eyes, showing a very hypocritical expression of surprise, then covered her mouth and sneered:

"Haha, this news will definitely spread throughout the Fear Parliament very quickly. That guy Mephistros who likes to show off has been eager to do big things.

Now, it is going to be truly ‘famous’.

Thank you for your candor, Blake Shaw.

This bad news will make me happy all day long."

The Dread Witch said something in the language of Nasrezim. Blake nodded and asked in the same complicated Nasrezim language:

"So, I'm curious, how did the great emperor know about me, a nobody like me?"

"The Emperor has known about you a long time ago."

Narlajias did not hide anything, she answered frankly:

"The Emperor noticed you when Cassanatir met you.

He controls the whereabouts of every Dread Lord, and every Nasrezim, no matter where they are, is the sharpest sword of the night in the hands of the Emperor.

In Dalaran, the letter you forwarded to Mal'Ganis and sent back to Revendreth did indeed reach the hands of the Great Emperor. The Eternal One knew your thoughts, but at that time he was not sure whether you were what he was looking for and could be entrusted to him.

A person of great responsibility.

So the emperor chose to continue observing.

Patience is one of the Emperor's supreme virtues, and your performance has never let him down."

The female fear devil looked at the pirate in front of her with admiration. As a cunning devil who was accustomed to using tricks, she had a natural affinity for guys like Blake who were good at conspiracy.

She said to the pirate:

"After learning that you had expelled the World Destroyer, repelled the Defiler, taught the Corruptor a lesson, and had penetrated the Titan Guardians, the Emperor finally made up his mind.

He has seen your great potential for evil.

He saw your superb performance of repeatedly jumping between light and darkness, and he also felt your restless heart.

He knows that you are not a partner of light, and he also knows that you are definitely not an accomplice of darkness.

You are a rare guy who has always walked on your own path and has never been influenced by others. Your extreme ego, this bad habit, makes your future full of infinite possibilities.

The Great Emperor praises you in his court.

After careful consideration, the emperor sent me to contact you.

He is going to give you a difficult task, and based on how well you complete it, you will also receive a generous reward from Revendreth. For this reason, the emperor has even shown his sincerity in advance."

At this point, the Dread Witch glanced at the stinky pirate, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Aren't you curious why the crazy Hela and her difficult Nine Martial Gods were not in Hades on the day you entered Hades, the day you conducted the wilderness trial?

Why is it that on the day when you receive a promotion in strength, on the day when you break away from your identity as an ant and turn into a cocoon and become a butterfly, there is only one Gaom who is your target in the entire Hell?

I guess you must have wondered about this problem, but in the end you can only attribute it to your good luck. However, there is no such thing as luck in this world or any world!"

The Dread Witch laughed a few times, stretched out her hand with a gorgeous gauntlet, and tapped Blake's forehead.

she says:

"The emperor helped you!"

"Under circumstances that you don't know and can't predict, the Emperor held a meeting in the Maw early that morning, and Hela was temporarily summoned to Zoval's tower.

It wasn't until you were about to complete your trial that the emperor gave her a chance to return to Hades."
To be continued...