This means that the wearer of this seal can rank among the top ten in the heart of the emperor! I feel honored for this.

"The messenger of Emperor Denasius really does not understand the human heart and cannot speak."

Black stroked the intoxicating blood-red seal on his finger, and said in a gentle tone:

"If she gave me this treasure from the beginning, how could she still need this long and boring debate? I must have been grateful to the Emperor and become his loyal dog.

Look, what is the eternal?

Only such generosity is worthy of the identity of Emperor Dunasius.”

"Are you crazy?"

Old Bonsandy's mask floating beside Black complained coldly:

"Which Eternal uses a broken thing to trick you into signing a terrible contract with him, and you are still complacent about the insignificant reward you have received?

If I hadn't known what kind of guy you were, I would have thought you were a total idiot!

What is the origin of the Frost Sorrow you are discussing? Why would a real big man like Emperor Rendenathus be so concerned about the fate of a sword?”

"I would love to tell you, my dear Bonsandy."

The stinky pirate sighed at his new ring, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it hard until it became shiny.

He walked out of the ruins and came back to the moonlight, put the seal on his finger in front of him to appreciate it carefully. In the cold wind of the desert night, mixed with the chaos and sound of killing of Zul Farak tonight. Against the pleasant burning light, the stinky pirate elongated his voice and said softly:

"But I have signed a contract with the Emperor, and I can't reveal any details about this matter. I can only tell you that it is a very terrible and terrible thing.

Once it enters Azeroth, it will create an army of necromancers that can destroy all civilizations overnight.

The demon sword is bleeding to show its sharpness, and the demon sword is only able to consume its soul to shape its power.

Ah, that will be the nightmare of this world!

You will see a nightmare that will be opened by me with your own hands. At that time, as the god of death, you will also kneel down under the magic sword."

"It sounds really scary, so I have a question."

Bonsandy's mask shook.

Then his voice became sharp and hit Black's forehead, and he shouted:

"Are you crazy? Don't play with dangerous things like that, you bastard! Are you planning to completely tear your hypocrisy mask and fall into a world-destroying destructor who does everything?

Hello!

If this continues, you will not be a partner of justice."

"Shh"

Black reached out to his lips, and the seal on his finger was shining.

He whispered to the irritable Bonsandy:

"Everything you secretly see tonight must be kept secret.

You may not know who Villen is, but you only need to know that once the leader of the Draenei turned black, the entire Azeroth would be in crisis instantly.

But don't think of telling others this news!

As a loyal servant of Emperor Denathus, I will not allow you to do so.

Actually, it's useless if you say it.

Apart from me and those orcs in this world, no one knows who the Draenei are. They also lack the channels to contact the simple Villen.

That was a prophet.

Prophets are all very narcissistic guys who believe in the future they see and ignore the advice of others unless you can connect with a few guys trusted by Viren.

Haha, you can't do it.

So, give up.”

The pirate yawned and walked towards the burning city of Zulfarak.

Bonsandy's mask was suspended behind him, silent all the way.

I don’t know if the old troll god of death is overthinking, but he always feels that Black’s warning seems to have something in his words. Is this a reminder to do something?
Chapter completed!