Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 336 Remonia
The Lord of Arms was indeed a master of strategy. As soon as He appeared, He immediately understood the movements of the entire Shadow Realm and adjusted the direction of action for Anser.

When faced with various intricate and entangled big troubles, one should grasp the key points, solve small troubles bit by bit, eliminate the opponent's help, and then slowly defeat the main enemy.

The direction he chose for Anther was his original target, Emperor Denathrius.

The most important purpose of Anser's trip was to punish his brother who betrayed him. If he hadn't killed him in a sneak attack, Azeroth wouldn't have been parasitized by the Old Gods such as C'Thun and N'Zoth, and the Titans it bred would have awakened long ago.

If it weren't for his conspiracy, after I got rid of the Old Gods, I could just wait for the Titans to wake up in Azeroth, and then defeat the newly assembled Void Lords.

Sylvanas Windrunner felt better when she saw the Lord of Arms hand over the mark. At least her position was not problematic. She also did not see runes similar to Frostmourne on Salamani Kingsmourne.

At her reminder, Anser secretly prepared himself, and then used the Holy Light Force to activate Sarameni, but the weapon did not show any special reaction.

This made her heart rise again. Sylvanas Windrunner always felt that the Lord of Arms was very dangerous. He was simply a monster. It didn't matter whether she dealt with the Jailer first or Denathrius first. The result would be the same.

But the Lord of Soldiers completely understood Anser's character and heart.

He knew that Anser was eager to take revenge. He must want to resolve the threat from the emperor first. And he also knew that some people here were skeptical of him. So he allowed Grian, who always cared about his old master and was fair and just, to personally verify the armor and weapons.

No problems were found.

Now that it has come to this, all she can do is wait and see. She can no longer raise questions again.

The Lord of Arms is definitely not just a forger, nor is he an ordinary strategic genius. He is well versed in human nature and knows the human heart. She could not question the Lord of Arms anymore. It would not only make her look like she was taking over the show, but also make people think she was being unreasonable. Anser would not believe her either.

Most importantly, she didn't want Taelan Fording to think she was a disgusting woman. She could only bury her doubts in her heart and be ready to help Taelan Fording at any time.

The Lord of Arms was not only considering the situation on the front battlefield. He turned to look at the Ice Queen:
"We'd better send a good scout to sneak into the Maw and see what our evil brother Zoval is doing. What exactly happened to him?

What is happening to Azeroth?"

Now everyone turned their attention to Sylvanas. She was already famous. Everyone wanted to know who Sylvanas was and why she could become Anser's close friend.

Apparently, someone had made her story known to the public. Sylvanas Windrunner believed that her abilities were also known to these people.

He stood up generously:
"Taran, leave this task to me. I have always been the best traveler. This place is no exception."

It was her wish to do something for Taelan Fording. As a demigod, she could be called "Him". He felt that he was much stronger than people like Pelagius.

Anser said instinctively: "You don't understand the Abyss. Once something happens, it will be difficult to deal with. Let someone who is familiar with the environment go!"

Sylvanas was touched. In fact, sometimes people's actions are done under the extreme self-sacrifice mentality. That is what people often say is the self-satisfaction of standing on the moral high ground. This is not a derogatory term.

Just like the Virgin Mary.

Ordinary people should thank the Virgin Mary. It is the compassion and self-sacrifice of these Virgin Marys that make their lives like "ants" successful.

Just imagine that a disaster has struck and everyone is determined to kill. Wouldn’t ordinary people who have no ability, no money, and no connections all die?
What really disgusts people is not the saints, but the saint bitches. They flaunt their own character but make others sacrifice. Their behavior is disgusting.

Sylvanas said silently in her heart: "As a Titan, you still remember my kindness to you. Even if I really need to sacrifice, I will not hesitate. Just like what you did for me."

The scene where the powerful holy light repelled the darkness for her was forever engraved in her heart.

Soon, Sylvanas Windrunner packed her luggage, put on her hood, summoned a chattering white chicken, and set out on the road north.

From far away came the muttering of white chickens complaining about their ice claws.

Anser looked at Sylvanas Windrunner's back for a long time. He said nothing. Instead, he gave the order:
"Brothers and sisters, attack! Castle Nathria must be razed to the ground!"

Launching an attack earlier can also attract more defenders and attention to Sylvanas Windrunner.

The Ice Queen looked at Anser worriedly. She suddenly whispered:
"Anser, Sylvanas Windrunner is very good to you!"

"Yes, she is a good girl, but a little bit arrogant. She likes to show off."

The Ice Queen said:
"You too. Don't worry, I have a friend there, his name is Wei..." The Ice Queen seemed to be influenced by Sylvanas Windrunner. She looked at the Lord of Arms who was closer to her. The latter tactfully walked away to deploy the troops.

Anser looked at the Ice Queen in confusion.

The Ice Queen watched the Lord of Arms leave. She still felt that she had spoken out of turn. This matter concerned the safety of both parties. It was better not to speak out.

Fortunately, the eldest daughter and the little blue man were very alert. They had long since left here, which made the soldier master safe.

Because only he, himself, and Anser heard it. As long as Anser was strong, he had to keep the secret. Otherwise, if Sylvanas Windrunner got into trouble, Anser would have a reason to kill him at any time.

And the thing that worries the Lord of Arms is about to happen soon.

Because thousands of miles away, a spirit broker was busy sorting out the souls he had received. As he sorted them out, he hesitated and said:

"Sally, I'm sorry. The consortium is really after us. This time it's Rafaam. This guy has colluded with an organization called the Alliance. They actually invented the 'nuclear bomb!'"

"That big devil named Ronin is really too scary. The infinite arcane bombs are even more inhumane."

"I have to die this time."

"This is the only way to get rid of the pursuit. Besides, what kind of missions are you giving me? I'm going to provoke a planet-destroying being at any time.

Zoval is an idiot, which is even more outrageous. Is that thing really something you can take?

Aren't you afraid that thing will kill you? You don't want to change the world and make yourself a god, do you? You can't even handle the power of control, so how can you handle the power of creation?"

Then he hid a small object in a secret place in his little tent.

"Bye! Don't blame me whether you find it or not. Zoval had to provoke that guy, and then there was another boom. It's all over for everyone."

After he finished speaking, sparks like a short circuit came out of his whole body, and then he exploded into pieces with a bang!

It's safe now!
The attack on Revendreth has begun again.

This was the third time that a Titan-level figure had been provoked here. Denathrius was very smart and was able to use his limited strength to gain advantages over several powerful enemies.

The first time, He used the power of Sargeras to weaken Kyrian and Ardenweald externally and suppress Renathal internally. The second time, He used the wrath of Elune to hide the Nathrezim in the dark and put a special nail into the Army of Light.

This time, he once again angered his brother, but he also tied Zovar to his chariot. He knew that Ansedan would be a little wary of him, and a hundred of him would not be a match for his brother. Of course, he knew that after countless years, the gap between him and his brother was getting bigger and bigger.

This silly brother's strength has surpassed the limit of the Eternal and truly reached the Titan level. In other words, he found a way to use his power and obtained three extremely powerful powers and a heart-pounding blood power. Of course, he didn't know that the physique was called Nephalem, which was a mixture of the blood of gods and demons. It showed no energy level limit and infinite enhancement.

This is like the Paragon level in Diablo III, where Taelan Fordring has an infinite number of Paragon levels to climb. The accumulation of basic attributes that are not very useful will eventually lead to a qualitative change.

Now Taelan Fordring's agility and holy armor are giving them a headache.

This morning, He finally received the message from the Maw, the news from Jintaisa. Zoval actually started the ritual immediately. Even if he couldn't open Zaremetis and change the world, it would be a good choice to extract the power of Azeroth to fight against Anser.

Jin Taisha...it seems that He needs to make plans early.

But can't you launch it when Ansel attacks you and catch him off guard?

Anser is stupid. Unfortunately, Zovar is even more stupid. But He won't complain.

There are a lot of scammers these days, and there aren't enough fools like Anser. For example, a close friend of someone didn't fall for it.

That Star Saint refused to help them defend the Abyss because his fellow tribesman, Algalon, and the eight Calabash Brothers were killed by Anser's predecessor, and none of them lived for more than seven minutes.

As for the Brokers, they were even more annoying. They refused to help it because one of their interstellar travelers, a fellow named Rafaam, thought that there was no money in being a thief.

He wants to make money standing still! He colluded with one of Taelan Fording's men and threatened the consortium with a special bomb to pay protection money.

Of course, the consortium will not surrender. Capitalists? Who are we afraid of? We all have to die.

As a result, Rafaam was furious and said, "You either pay the protection fee or die!" Even the gods can't do anything to stop him. He can call in a super fortress to help him with carpet bombing at any time. It is said that the consortium in Draenor has succumbed to Rafaam's tyranny.

Now they are isolated and helpless, and can only rely on themselves. What makes him even more depressed is that Anther chooses to attack Nathria Castle, which poses little threat to him. He wants to raze Revendreth to the ground. Is he blind? Doesn't he know that Zoval's action of draining the energy of Azeroth is more terrible?

This must be the bad idea of ​​that bad old man, the Lord of Arms.

As the battle progressed, the defensive strength of Revendreth was gradually eroded, and eventually Castle Nathria was surrounded.

Denathrius didn't have the high-damage group attack power of Tyran Fordring. Even if he was stronger than 99% of the people on the opposite side, he could only hack at a few dozen of them. If he couldn't deal with Anser, he couldn't help his remaining men.

The other Eternals were killing like crazy. They all regarded Denathrius as a disaster. Zoval was corrupted, and Denathrius was evil! Every time the Shadow Realm suffered a disaster, it was caused by him.

Several Eternals gathered together to protect each other from the wind and rain. For tens of thousands of years, all the wind and rain were brought by Denathrius. Can this be tolerated? No, this old guy must be burned to death.

With a scream, the last Stoneborn died. Anser led the coalition forces and Denathrius's eldest son Renathal to the main hall of Castle Nathria.

"Denathius! Old man, your death is coming!"

"Renathal. You betrayed me!"

Renato was not to be outdone:

"You betrayed us! Tell us if it was you who brought down Elune's wrath.

It was you who betrayed your compatriots and gave the entire anima of Revendreth to the Jailer?"

Of course, Denathius would never argue with his servants. He would definitely make them shut up.

'Sin troubles!'

But before His mighty command could take effect, His body was frozen by a severe cold rising from His soul.

"Holy Freeze!"

Denathrius was horrified. His brother had once again mastered the skills used by Taelan Fordring and turned them into his own Titan weapons.

Renathal's rebellion was within his expectations, but the intensity was unexpected. He had always been in trouble, but he had never experienced true betrayal.

He knew it was time. It was time for Him to step away.

He wields the living blade Remonia.

"Anser! Brother, let's fight to the death! From today on, only one of us brothers can survive!"

"I am not your brother! I advise you to stop being so clever! I know you have planted anima bombs in Castle Nathria. I will not go in. I will use 'Sunfall' to blow you all to death."

"Everyone who does not want to help the evil will leave here. Then choose an alliance to join. Or return to Oribos. Those who team up with Denathrius will be killed without mercy!"

With a whoosh, Denathrius became the real "One Emperor" and there was no one around him. He did not dare to summon his servants. He knew that Anther's Heavenly Fist liked to deal with groups of low-level enemies. They were all Anther's achievements. Everyone could trigger a round of holy light bullets.

"Brother, you are pushing me too far!"

Remonia flew towards Renathal with a chill. The latter blocked it once and fell to the ground. But before Remonia could launch a second attack, she was grabbed by a strong hand.

Anser grabbed the hilt of the sword. He had already assimilated the space of the Shadow Realm. Teleporting at will was his standard. While grabbing the hilt, his left hand struck the air heavily.

With a crackling sound, the void broke apart, and large cracks spread in the air. The force of the void had a very strong impact on the living creatures.

Of course, Anser's power was even more terrifying. Fortunately, Nephalem's punishment and force strike were ineffective. Otherwise, He would have died more miserably and quickly!
When people are attacked quickly, they can only react based on their usual thoughts.

Denathrius instinctively used the "Act of Repentance." He also drove Lemonia to launch a massacre!
Then two shadow flowers bloomed, but they only broke one layer of Anther's holy light shield.

Denathrius was surprised to find that Anser was becoming more and more like Tyran Fordring. He even learned Tyran Fordring's Holy Light spells and inherited Tyran's "silent spell casting". The Wall of Sighs appeared silently.

"This is not Castle Nathria. There is no shadow circle imprisoning me here."

When Anser appeared, he was already behind Denathrius. The emperor turned around swiftly and slashed horizontally. Anser disappeared again. Still behind him.

Denathrius dodged desperately, but he was unable to escape Anser's presence.

The King's Sorrow glows gray.

Ah!
Denathrius screamed. Salamene King's Sorrow pierced deeply into his solid back.

History repeats itself in this sinful city, but this time there are no ugly Stoneborn demons or fickle Nazrezim.

Ansher showed no mercy, he appeared three times in a row and then disappeared.

When the gray fog disappeared, three sharp blades pierced into Denathrius' body at the same time.

Anser wanted to chop it into pieces, but the Ice Queen stopped him. Denathrius was a weakling now. Anser was a strong man, so he shouldn't do this.

This kind of tyranny is very bad for his image. As the only future leader of the Shadow Realm, he should be labeled as kind, not crazy.

Anser gasped and stopped moving. The Blade of Cataclysm, Salamani, and an unknown long sword pierced Denathrius' body from three directions.

Now only a few Kyrian were fighting the Emperor's sword, Remonia.

"Today. Just like that day! Denathrius!

It's time for you to pay for your crimes!"

Violent flames burst out from Denathrius' body.

Denathrius endured the excruciating pain and used his last bit of strength to launch Purify Pain. This brutal attack seemed to split everyone in front of him in two.

But He was unable to use His innate ability to collectively traumatize. Anser raised his hand and wrapped it with the Wall of Sighs.

And from His back He pulled out the Sorrow of King Salamene.

"My poor brother, there are some responsibilities you cannot escape. There are some crimes you must pay with blood. What did your mother tell you before she died? Do you still remember your duty?

Goodbye, my lovely brother! "

However, Denathrius did not show his dying anger, but a satisfied smile.

Mass trauma! He launched the ultimate attack.

Zoval is here! He is wearing terrible armor. He strikes Anther from the back of the head with a huge hammer.

Zoval finally realized that the situation was out of control. He came to save him. This time he attacked from both sides. Let's see what you can do!
Anser did not panic. He held Salameni in both hands. The spiritual light ignited the energy ball in the holy sword. Salameni suddenly split into two!
This sword can split!

The soldier master in the distance defeated the enemy in front of him with one blow. He raised his hands and chanted a strange spell.

The two holy swords were simultaneously enveloped in gray and black. They emitted a black light.

Denathrius's soul was surging. His head flew high up, and his body could not be kept. Otherwise, everything would be ruled by the power of domination. His soul rushed into Lemonia's blade before the long sword!

Anther clasped his hands together, and Salamani King's Sorrow reappeared.

This time, He changed! A row of runes appeared on the sword spines on both sides.

This is the real sword of domination!

“At the end of the world, all realms fall silent;

The sword of sorrow rules over everything!"

(End of this chapter)