The day finally came.

Before dawn today, when the sun has not yet emerged, the renovated and decorated Nasriya Fort became busy. The Venthyrs who are best at hosting banquets and large-scale events put on their best clothes.

Even the small goblin-like mud servants were ordered to wear waiter suits with black vests.

Her Excellency the Countess, a true noble figure in Revendreth, personally conducted today's ceremony and banquet.

Even Prince Raysonal, who was about to officially obtain the divine vessel in a few days and become the second King of Sins, was surrounded by her.

The most luxurious throne room of Nasriya Castle was used as the scene of the wedding ceremony. Among the condemners, the best singing chief priests were selected as singers. The holy musical instruments "imported" from the Ascension Fortress were used by the cooing deacons.

They wiped it clean, while the best chefs in the Shadow Kingdom were busy in the palace's kitchen.

Among those ingenious giants there were also a few black and white panda chefs wearing chef hats. Zhou Zhuo, who made a temporary guest appearance as the kitchen commander, was counting the supplies and drinks with the recipes, and then he discovered as expected.

The three bronze-bearded brothers were hiding in the wine cellar and were already drinking.

Even the most alcoholic of the dwarf royals couldn't resist mixing the Venthyr's bloody wine with the war brew of Maldraxxus.

Fortunately, there are still a few hours before the wedding. Throwing these three humiliating dwarves into the confessional of the confessor and applying the methods used to punish souls is enough to sober them up.

asshole!

You are here on behalf of Azeroth, please be careful about my image in front of outsiders!

Although it is still early, some guests who came in advance have already entered the most luxurious and magnificent palace in the Shadow Kingdom for a tour.

Old Daelin Proudmoore, who rarely wore a king's dress, with his hair neatly combed and gelled, and his two wives greeted their old brothers at the entrance of the palace and led everyone as guides

Visit the scenery of the Venthyr Kingdom.

Of course, they are not the owners of this place.

However, the actions of the mortal guests have already received the consent and permission of the generous Prince Raysonar.

His Highness the Prince also thoughtfully dispatched the best stone descendants of the Stone Legion as temporary guards for the guests, to prevent overly curious guests from entering places they should not go.

You know, in the emperor's palace, in order to prevent thieves from coming and going,

But there are many dangerous anima traps, and even the most harmless ones can be fatal to a weak mortal.

Of course, the Venthyr nobles who like liveliness and palace banquets also showed their hospitality today. These Venthyr are essentially a group of guys who like to deal with others, especially the nobles from the material world, who can just be good with them.

The extravagant and depraved Venthyrs congenially discussed the cumbersome etiquette and exaggerated entertainment.

"I saw the Dread Lord. Maybe I drank too much, or maybe I didn't drink enough.

Head Zhu Taran, who was wearing a traditional Pandaren robe, rubbed his eyes and said to Dai Lin beside him:

"Is there a demon standing guard over there in front of you? What kind of evil trick is this? The demons were also invited?"

"Well, there are indeed some demons who come to watch the ceremony on behalf of their dark gods."

Dai Lin, who was holding a glass of wine, glanced unhappily at the corner of a staircase leading to the palace dome. There was a fear witch in luxurious clothes but with an impatient face guarding her.

The old general turned around and explained in a low voice to the Pandaren leader and several old brothers from the human empire:

"But these Nathrezim do not come on behalf of demons. They were just accepted by the Venthyr as a brotherhood a few days ago. It is said that these cunning people were born on the ground beneath our feet.

They are not actually demons, but creations of death like the Venthyr, and the two civilizations have a common creator."

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Interesting."

Old Fording, who looked majestic yet graceful under the decoration of a suit of ceremonial armor, stroked his beard and glanced out at the luxurious palace where he was with Darion Mograine and the little girl Whitemane. Chasing after his playful son Tailan, he looks back (this chapter is not finished yet!)

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Said to old Dai Lin who boasted about his knowledge:

"To elaborate, I am quite interested in these secrets. If Venthyr and Nasrezim have a common creator, that means they are both the creations of the Eternal Emperor Denathrius?

I heard on the battlefield of the Maw that Emperor Denathrius was hacked to death by the Dark Titan's sword?"

"That's just a nonsense rumor, pathetic Paladin." Dai Lin laughed, and then shared it with his old brothers in a low voice with a proud tone unique to old men, as if sharing a secret:

"The Emperor is still alive.

Well, maybe it can't be called alive. His state is similar to that of the lich's phylactery. His godhead is broken and he is sealed in a magic sword.

And that magic sword was given to his wife by my son as a proposal gift. You will see my daughter-in-law wearing that magic sword at the wedding soon.

That was the first Eternal conquered by House Proudmoore, but far from the first god our family had killed."

Tsk tsk.

Look at this guy's bragging, which made all the old generals and knights look at him with suspicion.

Well, now the Proudmoore family is shaking.

Everyone talks about the legendary executions of gods. Although these things have nothing to do with the shameless old Dai Lin, it does not prevent the increasingly grandiose old man from recording these things as honor in his family tree. among.

There is nothing we can do about it. Who can let someone give birth to a good son?

Old Fording drank his wine and couldn't help but glance at his son.

When he saw little Tyran foolishly playing the Crusaders game with the Whitemane girl, the old knight suddenly became angry and wanted to rush over and give his son a few licks on his butt.

Look at my son, then look at you! You are worthless!

"Guys, the Emperor is here, and Lothar is also here.

Kong came to Revendreth from the Maw to participate in today's ceremony, come with me quickly and show off your power soon!"

While these old men were visiting the emperor's palace and bragging, Uther, wearing a jazz robe, hurried over and said something to these old men.

Dai Lin raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked:

"Why do you have to act so powerful? What? Is there anyone provoking you?

"It's those greenskins!" Uther frowned and said:

"That idiot Red came here with the War Lord of Maldraxxus and their War Overlord. Damn it, I heard that the war world in the Realm of Death is almost surrounded by greenskins.

They are very arrogant when they come together, we can't lose our momentum."

"Ha, war country, I know."

Dai Lin snorted, handed the wine glass in her hand to the mud servant passing by, straightened her collar, and said:

"My daughter is also a powerful Marquise there. She controls the most powerful war force under the five secret colleges. Don't be afraid, we will not lose face.

You will follow me in a moment...

Alas alas, don't leave, I haven't finished talking about my daughter's great conquests in this country."

The others immediately quickened their pace when they heard this.

Damn old Dai Lin not only has a great son, but also an outstanding daughter.

This old man is not dead yet. He can walk sideways in the Kingdom of Shadows. If he dies and comes here, no one dares to think of what he could do.

There really is no way for others to survive.

"He just treats you as a plaything, miserable woman. He will get tired of you one day. As much as he is attached to you now, he will hate you so much then.

He is humiliating you with a ritual, but you regard it as the happiest day of your life..."

In a palace in Nathria Castle, Maiev, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and having her long hair styled by several upper elf maids specially sent by Queen Azshara, looked at her face expressionlessly.

Luxury mirror.

Only she could see the face of Emperor Denathrius reflected in the mirror, full of resentment and anger.

The Emperor talked eloquently to Maiev in the reflection of the mirror, telling him his desperate predictions about this wedding and this relationship. In fact (this chapter is not finished!)

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Yes, this is not the first time he has appeared.

In the past few days, the Emperor, who had regained his consciousness, had been using this method to interfere with Maiev's will, trying to create a rift between Maiev and Black.

"You should listen to me, my daughter." The emperor said lightly:

"You hold my relic in your hands. My Lemonia hides the power of the King of Sin and the Eternal. You should accept my gift, my heir.

Happiness is just the tail of a rabbit in autumn, fleeting. Only pain is the keynote of life. You should not expect that man to be loyal to you forever.

You see, today is your big day, but he can't spare time to accompany you before the ceremony. Do you know where that troublesome man is now?

Let me tell you, he is in another room not far from here, playing some not-so-serious "doctor games" with his human pet..."

"You can keep talking, and I can listen to you chatter all day long."

Maiev finally spoke.

Her eyes seemed to completely ignore the malicious reflection of the emperor in the mirror, and only looked at herself reflected in the mirror. It must be said that Queen Azshara's maids indeed have extremely superb control over the beauty of elves.

With their help, Maiev discovered that she does have a cool and sexy style that did not exist in the past.

Especially the evening dress that Queen Azshara sent to her yesterday. It fit her perfectly and gave her an aura that only a queen can have.

Paired with Maiev's blood-red pupils at this moment, it really creates a different kind of temptation.

Maiev admired herself in the mirror. She stood up and moved her body, letting her black dress sway.

She knew that several other brides were also working hard to dress up, and perhaps those girls had secretly joined forces to thwart her, the "mistress", at today's wedding.

But Maiev didn't care.

It was as if she didn't care about the Emperor's malicious chatter.
To be continued...