Blake bit the bait thrown by Emperor Denathrius without any hesitation.

This perfectly reflects the greed he should have in the eyes of the emperor, and also makes the emperor feel more at ease with his guy who is called a "servant" but is actually more like a "partner".

That's the truth.

Although everyone talks about admiring those good people who are upright, when they really want to do things together, they always have to hold each other's handle to truly gain trust.

While the two sides were chatting enthusiastically and the host and guest were enjoying themselves, Blake rolled his eyes and said again:

"Then, Your Majesty, I have a small question, about the Helm of Dominance... You have also seen Lothar's potential, but the death he can create in Azeroth has reached its limit.

This is not because Lothar is a weakling.

It's just that Frostmourne can't exert its true power without the Helm of Domination.

And your great cause is about to truly start, I think there is no need to pity your incompetent Nasrezim servants at this time.

Their secret struggle with me can only destroy the greatness of your great cause. It is difficult for me to truly dedicate everything to you by staying with such insects who only think about personal interests.

Therefore, it is better to let those Dread Lords prepare the Helm of Command, and I will go directly to get it when the time comes.

Anyway, the stronger the power of death in Azeroth, the greater your majesty becomes, which is the icing on the cake for your endless great achievements."

"Well, you are right."

The emperor also nodded.

He also felt that the moment had come. Even if the Nasrezim were not convinced that Black was overpowering them in conspiracy and conspiracy, they still had to honestly contribute their strength to their endless great cause.

However, the emperor also hesitated.

After all, the Nathrezim have served Him conscientiously for many epochs. Although Black is very easy to use, it cannot chill the hearts of his old subordinates.

So after thinking for a while, the emperor said:

"I will inform the Dreadlords to prepare the Helm of Domination. Lothar, a strange soul, also has his own persistence. I will never be able to truly trust him without the Lich King's helmet.

Perhaps as compensation for the Nasrezim's concession, I should arrange for a few capable subordinates to go to Lothar's side to assist him.

What do you think?

My servant, do you think this decision of mine is appropriate?"

"Of course that is very appropriate, my lord."

Blake said in a respectful tone:

"I just want to take back the pain of domination and give it to Lothar. As for other things, I don't care.

It is natural that the power of death should be fully controlled by you, so it is only natural to send your own envoys to the headquarters of the Undead Scourge.

I have only one request.

Those damn nathrezim who are jumping up and down can't destroy some of my plans in that world, otherwise I will be very angry. Of course, this anger is caused by the incompetent people's interference in the smooth advancement of your great cause.

If they get in my way, I will kill those incompetent bastards on behalf of my supreme majesty, lest they continue to tarnish the supreme glory of the Sinful Emperor.

In addition, considering the danger of this current life, if I unfortunately die in this dangerous job, then my status in the other world..."

"Don't worry, my servant."

Emperor Denasius waved his hand and said calmly:

"My incompetent son, the slanderous Resonal, the traitor who made me sad, launched a failed betrayal against me not long ago. I have captured him and thrown him into the Maw.

I want him to stay awake for a few epochs to reflect on his foolish actions.

It's not that I don't allow him to launch a rebellion, but his preparations and the plot he used were so clumsy that I was extremely disappointed, and he simply didn't look like a qualified Venthyr.

As for his position, I very much hope that you can take over, Blake.

If you unfortunately die in battle, you will become the sinful prince of all Venthyr the moment you die, and you will become my legal heir."

"Wow, this really makes me feel honored."

Blake showed a very satisfied expression. He bowed in front of the mirror and saluted, and respectfully sent the Benefactor Emperor away. But the moment the blood light dissipated, Blake's expression became indifferent.

Damn it!

I originally wanted to be an evil partner who works well together with you, but you actually want to be my father?

These Eternals are not very capable, but their ambitions are not small, and they are just having fun.

However, did Prince Resonar, the son of Emperor Denathrius, launch a rebellion at this time? The time seems to be a little inconsistent. Has his change and arrangement of destiny begun to affect the other world?

Blake blinked. He was a little unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but what was certain was that there were probably some guys in the Shadow Realm who were already eyeing him.

This can be seen from the fact that Emperor Denathrius carefully explored the surroundings before summoning him this time, but the Emperor did not share this news with Black.

This fully proves that Emperor Denathrius, besides promising the temptation of "becoming a god", actually still regards Black as a chess piece that although very useful, can still be sacrificed.

"What a ruthless and domineering man."

The pirate shook his head and complained, then clasped his hands and bowed to the sky, he said:

"It's better that you treat me well. My dear Lord of the Moon, you never treat me as a dispensable consumable. From this point alone, I know that no matter what the Eternal One or the Lord of the Void, you are the only one."

The white moonlight is my only warm home."

Lady Elune showed no response to Black's disgusting prayers.

She probably saw through the free-for-profit nature of this stinky pirate. This bastard must be hoping that Lady Elune can give him some strength to protect him in his upcoming adventure in the world of Argus.

Luna made up her mind to leave him alone.

But a few minutes later, under Blake's surprised gaze, a few rays of pure moonlight actually turned into broken light and fell on him, making his Moon Night War God's power purer and more solid.

The place Blake is going to is Argus after all.

That is a place where the life power of the Moon God is difficult to reach. Once a chosen god like Blake is in danger, even Ms. Elune will have a hard time rescuing him in time within the coverage of the evil force.

As for why not give more divine power, the reason is also very simple.

The stinking pirate had previously exchanged ideas with Maiev about the power of the Moon Night War God. This system represents the disciplinary power of Elune's dark fury. Although the Moon Goddess is benevolent, her power has its own majesty.

Black doesn't even dare to push the Moon Night War God's power to its extreme now.

He was afraid that he would lose control and that he would be lost in the desire for slaughter shrouded in the black moon.

Maiev also warned him several times that when the Moon God of War transforms, he must leave a few thoughts to maintain his mind. Once you really fall into madness, whether you can survive depends entirely on how much the Moon God values ​​you.

The stories of the Moon Night War Gods in other worlds among the stars that the pirates knew basically ended with the death of the Moon Night War God himself.

It was not the enemy that killed them, but the punishing power from the Moon God that caused them to fall at the most powerful moment.

"Container, the final test of every force is the container itself... Isn't this the so-called secret of becoming a god?"

Blake looked at the light spot floating in his hand, he sighed helplessly, and then sincerely thanked Ms. Elune for her generous gift.

Just the fact that he gives benefits without asking for anything in return is enough to make Blake fall in love with Ms. Luna.

Of course, compared to the "generosity" of the other two bosses he was loyal to, there was nothing that could be done about the fact that Ms. Elune seemed a bit stringent every time she gave out benefits.

The rules of the Force of Life constrain the Moon God, preventing him from squandering his power wantonly. After all, life is about growth and balance.

This is determined by the attributes of the Force.

Even the moon god cannot violate this rule.

She could only give Black a little more before he left, but this action itself made the pirate feel that Lady Luna was indeed a benevolent god as her believers said.

If nothing else, the sense of security alone is overwhelming.

Of course, for Blake, if Luna could give him a little more every time, he would definitely give up.

"Do these guys need to sleep for three days?"

The pirate looked back at the dwarves, pandas, monkeys, and fishmen stacked up in his cabin, who were sleeping soundly. He blew out a smoke ring with a headache, and deliberately threw these guys out.

But after seeing the monkey's saliva soaking his sheets, Blake decisively decided to find a relationship and asked Maraad to arrange a new cabin for him.

Anyway, this time the Exodar went to Argus for a reconnaissance mission, and even though it was not fully loaded, the cabin of the escort ship was still sufficient.

If it's not possible, let the death knights free up. The dead don't need rest anyway.

With such bad thoughts in mind, Blake walked out of the cabin with the pipe that burned like a ball of fire in his mouth. As a result, he bumped into a sneaky-dressed guy, wearing a long cloak that almost covered his whole body.

Blake had deliberately made himself taller before, which directly resulted in the collision. The former's head hit the pirate's chin with a bang.

The guy let out a cry of pain, covered his head and squatted on the ground, and the things in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

Blake's eyes were very sharp, and he could see at a glance that a book under his feet seemed to have his name written on it. The guy he knocked down screamed when he saw Blake, and took the book he was holding with him in a swish.

The book disappeared.

But the pirate stepped on a copy, preventing the thing from disappearing with the magic.

"This little star has come as soon as he came, why is he hiding his head and showing his tail?"

Blake recognized at a glance that the guy covering himself was Little Star herself. Perhaps Her Royal Highness the Blue Dragon Princess came to these strange places to collect ideas for her works?

Speaking of which, she would not miss such a grand story like the Draenei's expedition to Argus, as she loves being in the spotlight.

So this book is probably a draft of Little Star?
To be continued...