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Chapter 340 The Book That Cannot Be Opened
The Lord of Arms is indeed a master of strategy. He not only makes plans in the tent and wins the battle from a distance, but also changes the plan after facing many unexpected events and finally wins the victory.

He had made a plan long before Anser and Denathrius, whom he thought was his good brother, turned against each other. He not only saw through Denathrius's ulterior motives, but also used the power of control to make the Jailer go around in circles.

Emperor Denathrius was already considered a shrewd man. He repeatedly took advantage of the internal fights among the Eternals in the Shadow Realm to gain profit. In the end, he staged a good show of two tigers fighting each other.

He first made friends with the strongest Anser, then took the opportunity to kill him, leaving everyone with the impression that he was simple-minded. He secretly created the Nathrezim and let them lurk in various forces and planets. They fanned the flames and provoked incidents everywhere. At the same time, they passed information for him. In the end, even Sargeras became a pawn in his hands.

Later, he used Zoval. After Zoval was imprisoned, He secretly formed an alliance with Him. On the surface, He cooperated with Zoval only to completely get rid of the traces left by Anser and cover up his crimes. He passed the heart energy of Revendreth to the Jailer, allowing Him to break the power of domination.

The Jailer had always believed that Denathrius was true to his word. He believed that the Nathrezim would also be faithful in carrying out their plans.

With the help of Denathrius, Zoval tricked the Lord of Arms and imprisoned him with the power of control. Of course, at this time, Denathrius already had another plan. In fact, the reason why he chose the Lord of Arms was that he was a forging master who could help them forge weapons like Frostmourne. His combat power was limited, and he had outstanding strategies.

Emperor Denathrius is a master of balance. He thinks that the Lord of Arms has limited combat power and can be easily countered by him, but he is extremely intelligent and is the nemesis of the fool Zoval. In this way, he can use the Lord of Arms' wisdom to deal with Zoval's strength.

There is a saying that plans cannot keep up with the speed of change. His plan is also very clever. But even the strongest wisdom has its limit. The power it can contain is limited.

There were two variables in his plan. The first was that the strength of the Lord of Arms was beyond his imagination, and he knew too many secrets that he should not know. So he changed his plan and played the pig to eat the tiger again. This time he chose to submit to the Lord of Arms and let the Lord of Arms and the warden check and balance each other.

In the end, he failed. He played tricks all day and finally became a victim of the trick. As the saying goes, he who plays with knives will die by the knife, and he who plays with swords will die by the sword. He who played tricks all day finally fell under the trick.

Jaina walked aside holding the body of Taelan Fordring.

The wicked Lord of Arms has released his control over his eldest daughter, Gristia, and Pelagius. At the same time, he kindly sent the few remaining crew members on Naxxramas to the gates of Zaremetis.

Kael'thas, Brann Bronzebeard, and Rafaam who wanted to make a fortune. The last one was Edwin VanCleef.

Kael'thas is a powerful mage who wants to come and see his old friend.

Brann Bronzebeard was an enthusiastic dwarf. He had always gotten along well with his boss. As for Rafaam, he used various means to replace Cairne Bloodhoof, who was bound to come.

Old Kane always believed that his friend was not dead. He wanted to come and take a look.

Rafaam was all about making a fortune. And he heard that someone had spread rumors that he had become a lackey of a certain interstellar consortium. He went to the damn Shadow Realm to hunt down a kind-hearted ethereal. His name was Wei Lina.

He had never been to the Shadow Realm, nor did he know Willina. What was even more hateful was that he had not received the commission!
Moreover, now that he is an official, he has power and status. Every time he sets out for interstellar trade, he will bring many people with him, with millions of dollars spent every day. How can he have the time to take on such business that affects his image?

This time we just happened to open up the market in the Shadow Realm.

In fact, what he was thinking about was going to the Shadow Realm to see if his big boss was dead.

That guy looked like a troublemaker for ten thousand years, how could he possibly die? He might soon screw over those guys in the Shadow Realm just like he screwed over himself and the Ancient God.

If I follow the boss lady now, I will definitely be able to bring back a lot of local specialties. And in the future, if those so-called broken consortiums resist taxes, I can call the boss and punish them severely.

He knew very well that even Dimensius of Caresi would have to pay taxes when he met the boss.

As soon as the four of them landed, they saw the boss's wife holding the dead boss. This was unbearable. So much money was gone! Their hopes of becoming a chaebol were also shattered.

They all stared at the shadow of Emperor Denathrius holding Remonia.

That’s right, it’s this ugly thing, a vampire, it must be it.

At this point, all the arrangements have been made, and all that remains is the showdown.

The Lord of Arms was not in a hurry to enter Zaremetis, as there were still many dangers there. He needed a cannon fodder.

Unfortunately, He chose Pelagius.

It wasn't that the Lord of Arms was merciful, or that Jaina and the others were lucky. It was that Pelagos was a primordial creation like the Lord of Arms. He was controlled by his own ruling power, and this was the pathfinder he trusted the most.

Jaina and her people, no one would feel bad if they died. But they were not primordial creations. They were creatures of flesh and blood. Orcs like them would soon die if they entered this area. I guess humans are not much better.

He commanded several minions of the House of Maldraxxus to enter Naxxramas, where they had to familiarize themselves with the capabilities of this modified fortress.

He himself watched calmly as the original owner of Revendreth was besieged by a group of people.

Zoval, who wanted to kill him the most, could only watch. Just like what the Lord of Arms thought, although Denathrius was anxious, he was not desperate because he still had one last card.

The originally peaceful Olympus suddenly became a commotion, and a group of remaining divine servants fled in panic.

"Dear eldest daughter. A group of demons led by the Nathrezim have invaded Oribos!"

"They are coming to kill us."

The eldest daughter was furious, it turned out that the damn Denathrius had a backup plan.

"who is it?"

"Respected eldest daughter, it's Jintessa and Varimathras!"

"They colluded with a group of demons and came here to kill us. They must be here to rescue Denathrius."

No wonder Denathrius was so confident. It turned out that he had two backup plans: a sword and a good subordinate.

At this time, a person who was beyond Gristia's expectation stood up. The loyal hero Devos. He returned to the eldest daughter with Uther, who he had promoted secretly, and several divine servants.

They stood up in time and helped the eldest daughter to resist the demons and some dreadlords who had already rushed in. But the Eternals are the Eternals, and Lemonia is indeed a powerful living weapon.

He still slowly approached the reinforcements that were coming.

At this time, Devos and Uther were squeezed out of space by the large number of demons and undead that attacked.

The eldest daughter said, "Devos, thank you for coming here to help me. I will use the power of judgment to temporarily control Denathrius. Then you can find a way to take Lemonia away. As long as you stay away from this sword, my power can seal his soul."

"Okay! Respected eldest daughter!"

Gristia turned around and asked Devos to defend herself from Jintaisa's attack. She concentrated her mind and prepared to use the power of judgment to temporarily suppress Denathrius' power.

But as soon as He turned around, a sharp blade pierced His back. It was a broken sword. Runes flickered on it. The tip of the broken sword strangely pierced through the eldest daughter's huge body.

Frostmourne!
Frostmourne was broken by Anser's Sunfall, but only the tip of the sword was broken. The runes were still there, and the soul bound inside was still there. Devos gently pulled out Frostmourne. He tried to use the power of the runes to extract Gristia's soul.

The latter looked back with sadness in his eyes. DeVos finally betrayed him. Is this what loyalty is?
Devos took a step back and drew out the bloody blade. He approached Denathrius, who was holding Lemonia.

As the giant figure of the eldest daughter fell, Denathrius had come out of his anxiety. His subordinates were really capable.

The eldest daughter felt dizzy. This was a common trait of intelligent life, and these mechanical creations had also acquired this habit. That was giving up. Once they were betrayed by the person they trusted the most, they would lose all hope and give up all resistance.

Just like the child who was murdered by his mother's adulterer. The man's confession is still fresh in people's memory.

As soon as his mother helped the man hold down his hand, the strong son immediately gave up the resistance. He wanted to pay his mother back what he owed her. He came clean and left clean.

The eldest daughter gave up struggling. She could tolerate Devos's promotion of Uther without permission, and could forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye, but she could not understand why he would come to kill her. He not only betrayed Olympus, but also betrayed himself.

That was the belief he had fought for his entire life. No one knew what had caused him to fall to this point.

It could be the injustice of the Shadow Realm, or more likely the collapse of faith.

The most terrifying thing in this society is definitely not poverty, but the lack of fairness and the collapse of faith.

If faith collapses, fairness is lost, and the upward channel is closed, then the richer it is, the more tragic the ending will be.

The Shadowlands have indeed reached this point. The wronged souls of Revendreth, the mad dogs of Maldraxxus, the maggots of the Maw, the traitors of Oribos, and the Wild Hunters of Ardenweald. Aren't these all clear evidence?
Denathrius said proudly: "Good job, activate this quickly."

After that, a small object flew out of the sword, and when it flew out, the vibration of space came over. It was obvious that this was another back-up plan of Denathius, and He was about to escape.

However, after DeVos caught it, he did not activate it, but walked towards the Lord of Soldiers.

…The Lord of Soldiers crushed the little thing into pieces.

"You conceited fellow, do you think it belongs to you? All souls with the power to rule belong to me!"

Denathrius was stunned. It turned out that “He” was not mine.

Where is Kim Taesa?

At this time, light and shadow changed from the body of a servant of the gods, and a hot-bodied Nathrezim appeared.

Jintaisa! It turns out that He had been hiding among the divine servants for a long time. Then were these demons and undead brought by Varimathras?
Jintaisa walked towards Denathrius and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Denathrius instinctively wanted to take it back, but then he thought that only if she took the sword away could he leave with her.

In fact, this was because He had lost control of His mind in times of crisis. He had never experienced a fatal crisis. He had never faced a life-or-death decision like Tyran Fording. However, what made Him furious was that Jintaisa also walked towards the Lord of Arms.

"Great Master, I have completed the mission."

The Lord of Arms took Remonia. Denathrius knew it was not good. He was a craftsman. He might not be able to destroy the blade, but he could imprison it. He would never be able to go back. He rushed back into Remonia in panic.

This is much safer. Just when he thought of this, Denathrius understood something. He roared in anger.

In fact, it thought too much. The Lord of Arms just wanted to play cat and mouse. He prepared many back-up plans for Denathrius, but it was a pity. There was no need to have so many back-up plans to deal with this kind of stuff.

The Lord of Arms had already opened Zaremetis with the help of Anser, and he had also seen how powerful Tyran Fordring was. He would not choose to let Denathrius leave here again.

He raised his huge claws, and a golden light appeared. Remonia was trapped in the holy light.

Denathius, who already knew he had been fooled, said angrily:
"I am immortal. You can't do anything to me. I am Emperor Denathrius. I am Revendreth!"

That's right, the core area of ​​each Eternal depends on the Eternal itself. For example, Ardenweald has begun to collapse. If it weren't for a beam of moonlight that enveloped the giant tree in time, it would have collapsed by now.

Denathrius reminded the Lord of Arms again that he could not be killed. He was not Anser. Anser's death would not affect any place. It was just that once his soul was freed, it could return to his birthplace and be reborn. This was also the reason why he hid Anser's remains and soul in several parts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Painful screams and excited laughter sounded at the same time. The former was Denathrius, and the latter was Zoval.

"We are both losers! Now we are even. You two-faced, despicable villain, you deserve this!"

"You were able to betray Anser back then. How could someone like you be loyal to your promise? It's my own fault."

The pain of being burned by the Holy Light and the humiliation and anger after failure. In addition, Zoval has always been at the bottom of the contempt chain in Denathrius' heart. He especially can't stand the Jailer's ridicule.

"Fool, you can only be a watchdog now. At least I can still exist. No one knows the origin of Lemonia, and no one can destroy it."

"I guess when the Lord of Arms gets the legacy of the Primordial Land, He will kill you and use the power refined from your soul to drive Naxxramas."

He was driving the Lord of Arms to punish Zoval. But his little tricks were only useful for Anser, who had serious character flaws.

The friends a person chooses are usually people who share the same personality as him. Most of them can help you. The enemies he chooses are all people who are on the same level as him.

He only has small cleverness, but not great wisdom. It is impossible for him to design such a powerful strategy like the Lord of Arms.

When the dust settled, the Lord of Arms looked at those mortals. Their arrival saved him a lot of trouble, so he decided to reward them, and that would make it even.

"I'm in a good mood right now, I'll answer both of your questions!"

The eldest daughter, Gristia, who was on her last breath, could not help but ask:
"How did you know the secret of the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn? What exactly does that machine do?"

"Those are two questions, but I'm in a good mood and I can answer you."

The Lord of Arms is becoming more and more powerful, and he is sure of victory. He said slowly:

"In the endless time before, there was a miraculous singularity. An unknown power was born within it.

So His core was divided into three parts.

One of them is yang, and it gave birth to our mother Gaia, the primordial mother. She represents the good side of all things. Later, she decomposed and reorganized those energies to produce holy light, order, and life.

The other gave birth to the Primordial Darkness, whose power includes the void, evil energy, and death."

"They appeared at the same time, grew at the same time, and their collision gave rise to our world.

Later, in order to manage the world, they temporarily stopped the collision and gave the six powers to the creatures they created, letting them manage the world.

I am the first life they created together.

I am the eldest son! I am the recorder and the heir. So when I was imprisoned, I called myself the "Carver"! "

"I am the only one who knows all the secrets."

The eldest daughter was about to ask, since you are the eldest son, why did you design such a terrible conspiracy and kill so many people? After the mother died, why didn't she give the task to you?
Of course, the Lord of Arms knew that everyone wanted to know why.

"But they only let me record, but didn't give me any power! All the Force I use was learned through the knowledge I mastered!"

"They didn't even give me godhood!"

Having said this, He pointed at the body of Tyran Fording and said:

“He has more fragments of the Godhead than I have now. But it doesn’t matter. I have plenty of ways to deal with Him.”

He continued:

"Everything is a lie, only 'knowledge is power' is the truth!"

"Then they had a dispute over the guidelines for creating life, and then there was war. Endless war. First they fought among themselves, and then their creations perished.

Remember the fragments that appeared at the beginning? There were actually three of them.

That thing is called Godhead. The focus of their dispute is the ownership of the third piece of Godhead.

Then they launched a full-force attack. They finally died at the hands of the other party.

Mother chose to take away the last godhood. I still call it the Lord of the Void. He chose to preserve his own godhood and power. However, their power was too great. They shattered their own godhood.

So the mother used that complete godhead to create Ezelena, and created the world of Azeroth for Him in the cub state to nurture Him. So He can use all the force.

Those shattered godheads were scattered throughout the boundless universe they created, and the planets that received these fragments would give birth to Titans. Every Titan was not created by chance.

The Void Lord was thrown into the world of shadows and slowly recovered. In order to protect Azeroth, the Mother used her left eye to create Anther and her right eye to create Elune. One of them protected the Star Soul in the world of Azeroth, and the other observed it outside the world. "

"He feared that they would be lonely and that no one would accompany them, so the Ice Queen was born. Next came the eldest daughter, then the Jailer, and the youngest was Denathrius."

"He also designed a magic circle specifically for protecting Azeroth."

"Yes, I still have nothing. But I have knowledge that no one else can match. I can create everything myself. You have the power of creation, and I will create the power of control."

"I will destroy everything He built, and then use the power of Azeroth to reshape the multiverse.

I made a lot of plans to achieve this goal.”

"As for later, Sargeras' coma gave me hope of knocking out the Arbiter. So I thought of using the Azeroth Star Soul to knock out the Arbiter. But too many things happened later.

I changed my mind. Zorval helped me with this plan, and of course Taelan Fordring also helped a lot."

He glanced at Jaina, who had stopped crying, and said, "Mortals always have many grievances. But they are unwilling to work hard to change like me."

"Argus was killed, and his spirit knocked the Arbiter unconscious. And so a perfect story began to unfold."

"Once I get Yuanchu's legacy, I will be able to manipulate that machine and reshape the entire world."

Brann Bronzebeard had other thoughts in mind.

"Why did Sargeras attack the Shadowlands?"

The Lord of Soldiers seems to be a very patient person.

"All souls must return to the Shadowlands. Even the souls of demons are no exception. So Sargeras attacked the Shadowlands, and from then on, all demon souls will return to the Twisting Nether. So they can be resurrected perfectly."

"Alright, mortals. Enough questions. I'm going in. Zoval, keep an eye on them."

Soon Naxxramas entered Zaremetis with the Lord of Arms and Pelagius. The gate was closed.

Jaina didn't say a word, she just kept holding her husband's body and crying.

Brian Bronzebeard looked around, and even when faced with certain death, he did not panic. He suddenly discovered that Taelan Fordring's codex was missing.

Where did such an important code go?

(End of this chapter)