"I have prepared a 'surprise' for you in Blackstone Mountain."

A few minutes later, facing the silent Lothar, Black took a distressed look at his frozen pirate smock, which was one of his favorite clothes.

He patted the dead frost on his clothes and said to Lothar, who sat down again in front of him:

"That is the strongest of your 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse', a berserker who can help you conquer the world and conquer the stars, a soul as heavy, as wild, and as great as yours.

But you can't gain his loyalty yet.

Just like you, he also has a choice when facing death, and you must do something to show that you are a king worthy of following, otherwise he will only sneer at rejection of your solicitation."

"Brox Saurfang?"

Lothar raised her head and said to Blake:

"Or Orgrim Doomhammer?"

"Orgrim is gone, my lord.

I know that you admire your former opponent very much, but unfortunately, he made a deal with me. In order to ensure the future of the orcs, he was willing to turn into a bunch of meaningless death."

Blake shrugged and said:

"It's Brox, the man who chopped up a god. He will be the most anticipated chocolate on your journey to death. His delicious taste will definitely make the world tremble.

Of course, you are also delicious enough.

If I were a mad Lord of Death, I would desperately want to get your soul and your allegiance."

"Shut up."

Lothar closed his eyes, like the dead sleeping, and whispered:

"Go away, Blake Shaw.

Before I completely tolerate what you have done, don't appear in front of me again, go back to your world of the living, and continue to play your shameful conspiracy.

Go back and tell them!

Anduin Lothar is dead!

He has merged with Frostmourne, and he has become a miserable prisoner of death. He will brutally kill every righteous warrior. Let them not come looking for death!"

"Well, I guess this is a bit difficult, my lord."

Blake shrugged and said:

"I am absolutely certain that the cunning Nathrezim must have told the news about the Helm of Domination to the warriors who are paying close attention to you.

The Dreadlord will associate the Helm of Domination with the great cause of rescuing your soul, luring those warriors who are desperate to rescue you into a terrifying trap.

Just like I chose you to be the master of Frostmourne, they will choose a master of the Helm of Dominance among those heroes to fight against you.

Maybe it's Varian Wrynn, maybe Arthas Menethil, of course, it's more likely to be the missing Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine, or the Holy Light Pope.

Ronthos Fao.

Anyway, in my opinion, these souls have great potential..."

"Then stop them!"

Lothar said in a deep voice as if giving an order:

"Use all your means to prevent those fools from stepping into the devil's trap, and use your bottomless evil to punish those fear devils who play with their souls.

As you said, life is my currency and I must use it properly.

I will not allow the Nathrezim to put their dirty claws into my treasure house, go! Black Shaw, the "punishing hand of the Lich King", I command you!

Go cut off the claws of those shameful demons!

Warn them with blood and pain!"

"As you command, my lord."

The stinky pirate laughed, pretended to bow to His Majesty the Lich King, and then exited the captain's room. When he closed the door, he made an OK gesture to the old troll beside him who was waiting eagerly.

The latter immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Go and serve His Majesty loyally."

Black said to Gaboa:

"He is about to launch a destructive war against the frost trolls, and you can become his best scout and plunderer, and the black knights can also serve as his majesty's undead vanguard.

Of course, as we said before, the corpses and souls of the trolls belong to our Lich King, the power and inheritance of the troll Loa belong to you, and the treasures of the trolls belong to the Black Knight.

Everyone will get satisfactory rewards from it."

"how about you?"

Gaboa rubbed his three-fingered troll paw expectantly. After a few seconds, he looked at Blake suspiciously and said:

"What about you? What can you get from it? Are you really doing good things? No way? You actually started doing good things?"

"I got a spared dog's life."

Blake stroked his handsome cheek melancholy and whispered:

"I originally wanted to do some outrageous things in Zul'Drak to entertain myself, such as catching a Loa to make some evil oath or something. To tell you the truth, I even found the target.

Snow leopard goddess Ha Kea not only has first-class looks, but also has great potential. She fits the desires of my dark little girlfriend, and she should have an extra piece of top-quality fur in her wardrobe.

It's a pity that His Majesty Lothar forbids me from misbehaving on his territory, so I can only reluctantly give up.

But that's okay, I've found a better alternative.

So, my dear Gaboa..."

The smelly pirate reached out and patted the old troll on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Can you take good care of Hakeya for me? When I was separated from her last time, I promised that I would definitely go back and 'see' her."

"No problem, wrap it around me, and the snow leopard goddess will definitely feel the evil warmth from Black Shaw."

Gaboa laughed, and walked arm-in-arm with Blake from below the deck to a small bar in the cabin. There, the two met the black knights who were celebrating a major victory, so a group of bad guys got drunk together.

.

Time advances to early morning.

The drunken pirate pushed open the door of his cabin. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and pushed the door in drunkenly. As a result, he saw an angry woman beside his bed, drinking alone.

Boring wine.

"Hey, isn't this Ms. Kim Tessa?"

Black burped and greeted the Dreadlord Queen in front of her enthusiastically, wanting to stab him to death with her eyes. Jin Tesha, who was very arrogant in Draenor before, would be very depressed now.

The gorgeous nathrezim armor on her body has disappeared, replaced by a set of Venthyr-style "minion armor". The anima gems and various weapons embellishments that represent her noble status have also been removed.

This makes this fear witch look very simple and very embarrassed.

There are still whip marks on her pale skin. It seems that she was severely "punished" before coming to Blake. She probably already knew her sad fate, so her eyes were stained with blood and tears.

filled with despair and self-abasement.

A pile of empty wine bottles had been thrown beside her curved feet. Judging from the number of those bottles, the decadent witch in front of her, smelling of alcohol, had a good drinking capacity.

However, after seeing the labels on the wine bottles clearly, the drunk Blake immediately sobered up.

He scolded with a cold eyebrow:

"Hey! What's going on with you, this demon pet? Why did you secretly drink my wine without my permission? Do you know that you drank up at least one villa in the best area of ​​Stormwind City in this meal?"

"What's the problem?"

Jin Tesha turned her head and stared at Black with dead fish eyes. The former queen of Nasrezim said in a long voice:

"Have I not become your prisoner? Shouldn't I have served you under your command for ten thousand years? Have I not become a damn pet in your hands?

You humiliated me so much that I couldn't resist. What's wrong now that I drank two bottles of wine from you?

Are you such a mean bastard?

Your loyal pet who won’t even give you a few bottles of wine?”

"Oh, my, I'm full of resentment."

Blake chuckled and walked to Jin Tesha. He looked at the fear witch who had lost all power and all future and was therefore extremely decadent. He said:

“But who can blame it?

At that time outside the Temple of Karabor, you shouldn't have agreed to change the content of the bet between us, right?

It was you who insisted on challenging my wisdom at the conspiracy level without overestimating your capabilities. You got a deserved defeat, which proves that your evil is nothing more than that.

For a Dreadlord who values ​​conspiracy, would losing to a conspirator like me make you feel bad?

No no no.

You should feel honored that you have the honor to learn more powerful dark wisdom from me, and I don't even ask for money from you."

"Don't touch me! You bastard!"
To be continued...