"In all the legends about me, I am not a stingy ruler, my dear servant."

In the cold and dark cabin of the Death, in the magic mirror in front of Blake, Emperor Denathrius waved his hand. He put the blood-red wine glass in his hand and looked at him in a gentler and more formal posture.

Blake.

He said:

"I know that those who have made outstanding contributions should receive rewards commensurate with their contributions. If I cannot make rewards and punishments clear, my followers will soon become disloyal.

I can be cruel to the Venthyr because they are my children and they exist because of my will.

But you are not.

You come from the material stars, you are a life of flesh and blood, and you are a guest in another world to us. I cannot treat you the same way I treat my subjects, my dear Blake.

I must give you a reward that is enough to satisfy you and expect you, so that I can continue to ask you to dedicate your loyalty to me with peace of mind. I have always known how expensive loyalty is.

Tell me, Blake, what do you want from me?"

The emperor chuckled and said:

"No need to be restrained, tell me everything you desire, and I will do my best to meet your needs. Your dedication is worthy of my generosity."

"Well..."

Black originally wanted to be polite.

But considering that the person he was talking to was an Eternal who had lived for who knows how many years, the age of the emperor in front of him was probably much older than that of a titan like Sargeras.

He is also a Venthyr who is good at conspiracy and cunning. There is no need to try to pretend in front of such a guy.

So the stinky pirate rubbed his hands and said to the magic mirror:

"Then I won't be polite, my lord."

"Say it, I'm listening."

Emperor Denathrius maintained a gentle posture, his blood-red eyes staring at Blake through the mirror, as if he was looking into the pirate's soul.

This is a gaze across the curtain of life and death, a conversation across countless worlds.

This conversation alone is legendary enough.

"I am facing a war. My dear Your Majesty, I know that your eyes are looking at the stars and have no interest in the disputes in the world. I also know that in your eyes, my war is as boring as the conflict of ants.

But since I have just found a master for Frostmourne, and therefore offended most of the world, I will not receive any support in the following war."

The pirate looked pitiful and said to Emperor Denathrius:

"I can only rely on my own weak fleet to fight against the power of most of Azeroth. This is too difficult. I need an army that is strong, loyal, and brave enough to sweep away all enemies.

I venture to ask you to lend me your mighty Stoneborn Legion...

The lease term is five hundred years."

"You are really discerning, Blake."

Emperor Denathrius laughed and said:

"At a glance, I selected the only army under my command that can pass through the veil of life and death at this time, but my Stoneborn Legion is responsible for maintaining order in Revendreth, and I can't give you too much.

Three thousand people, is that enough?”

"Enough, enough!"

Blake's eyes lit up.

He said in his heart that Emperor Denathrius was so generous. He immediately asked for a stone army of 3,000 people. To be honest, the pirate thought that it would be great if he could borrow 500 people.

That's a stone descendant.

Just give me the simplest description of this strange race. The stone descendants of Revendreth once repelled the Naaru army that invaded that kingdom of death in the long past!

A large group of legions formed by the Holy Light Naaru failed in Revendreth, and that failure was also one of the reasons that caused the Naaru to split.

Emperor Denathrius didn't even take action himself, relying on the Stoneborn to repel the Naaru. This shows the strong fighting power of these rock beings.

They are a truly legendary race!

Just like a giant dragon.

Of course, the individual combat power of the Stoneborn is not as exaggerated as that of the dragon, but a Stoneborn army of three thousand people is enough for the pirates to sweep across the entire frozen sea.

"Then, I will appoint an outstanding commander to lead the three thousand Stoneborn Vanguard to join you in Azeroth."

Emperor Denathrius clasped his hands and said to Black:

"They will serve you as your personal guard for five hundred years. Even if you unfortunately die and come to the Shadow Realm, they will still continue to serve you.

But to be honest, this award is not enough compared to your outstanding contributions.

I can give you more, Blake.

Say it.

What else do you want?"

"Your generosity puts to shame all the great men throughout the material stars, my dear Majesty."

The stinky pirate complimented.

The next moment, he raised his head and said:

"As your loyal servant, I probably shouldn't be greedy and ask for more, but there is one thing I must get a fair decision from you.

While I was serving your cause, your nathrezim interfered, apparently putting their own reputation and frivolous pride ahead of your great cause.

This is something a loyal servant like me cannot stand!

Their chaos almost ruined my plan, especially the annoying and arrogant Jintessa. She relied on your favor to act recklessly and almost created an unending situation in Draenor and Azeroth.

And her stupid failure this time has also seriously affected the voice of the Nathrezim in the Burning Legion, which will directly interfere with the efficiency of the Dread Lords in serving you.

I hope she is punished!

And this punishment should be inflicted on her by me."

"Huh? Are you snitching on me? My servant."

Black's private complaint made Emperor Denathrius laugh.

The Eternal One looked at Black's standard "little man succeeds" look. This pirate performed the image of a "court jester" so realistically and exaggeratedly that it made the emperor hold his stomach and laugh.

As the Eternal One, He has not been so happy for a long time.

But after laughing, the Emperor, who was in a good mood, had a serious face. He raised his finger and said to Blake:

"However, my loyal Jin Tessa also submitted a complaint about you to me yesterday. Her statement was exactly the same as yours. She also accused you of acting recklessly on my trust and seriously damaging the plans of the Nasrezim.

.

She said that she could have completed the selection of Frostmourne's sword bearer beforehand, and she insisted that Velen was more suitable to become the Lich King than Anduin Lothar."

"Ah, please forgive my rudeness next, my noble majesty, but there is no doubt that Kim Tessa is farting!"

Blake scolded angrily:

"Velan's weakness and his hesitation have been clearly demonstrated in the past tens of thousands of years. He is a soul enlightened by the Holy Light. In my opinion, it is meaningless after stripping him of his divine identity.

Omniscient and omnipotent, you are well aware of the fatal weaknesses in Velen's soul. Once he becomes the Lich King, these weaknesses can be used by enemies to attack him.

If I were to attack Velen...

Three days!

I can make that weak prophet commit suicide in three days at most.

How could such a soul be the perfect sword-wielder for Frostmourne? He simply cannot control the Sword of Dominance forged by the War Master himself, and he will become the failure of your great plan!

More importantly, Velen was remembered by Kil'jaeden.

The identity of that prophet is too complicated, which will affect the advancement of your great cause. Therefore, Jin Tesha is just shirking responsibility."

The smelly pirate blinked his eyes and said to Emperor Denathrius shamelessly and calmly:

"Her plot was easily destroyed by me, and my plot was carried out to the end with her obstruction. This is enough to show that my plot is 10,000 times more perfect than her ridiculous plan!

I've heard that a love of intrigue is a virtue worthy of admiration in your kingdom of Revendreth.

Therefore, even if we do not start from the results, but just from the perspective of dark wisdom, Kim Taesha is an out-and-out loser. How can we accomplish great things for Your Majesty by working with such a loser?

She has no ability to command the Nasrezim!

My Majesty, she needs to be sent to my side to learn the wisdom of conspiracy with me. With her dull qualifications, I think it will take at least ten thousand years for her to learn my dark wisdom..."

"That's very well said, Blake."

Emperor Denathrius raised his hand, applauded and said:

"I have been convinced by you, and I can't find any reason to refute you. If you were born in Revendreth, you would definitely become the most terrifying court jester in the history of this blood kingdom.

But I don't hate your quibbling.

You are right, in my country, being keen on conspiracy is a virtue that should be praised.
To be continued...