northernbook Chapter 151 In this case, follow the plan
Chapter 151 In this case, follow the plan
"It is finally my turn to speak, my brothers. I, Anetheron, have an amazing and big plan."
"This plan will definitely satisfy you, please believe me."
"If you want to learn from Mephistroth, we don't mind loosening your muscles, my good brother."
After hearing Tichondrius's reminder, Anetheron, understanding the consequences, turned around disdainfully and got down to business.
If Anetheron was not as strong as Tichondrius now, he wouldn't mind helping his brothers to loosen up their muscles.
After spending a long time with Archimonde, Anetheron's temperament was greatly influenced by his immediate superior.
I wonder if he is really reckless or if he is hiding a lot like Mephistroth? Perhaps no one knows except himself.
"Since the seven of us Nathrezim have gathered together, how about we join forces to attack Dalaran?"
"Those weak mortals must have never witnessed our terrifying power."
"Anaselon, your so-called grand plan is not even feasible for me, Deserok."
Upon hearing that his brother's grand plan was to attack Dalaran directly, Deseroc, who was sitting peacefully on the ice chair he made, suddenly smashed the chair, climbed up nimbly, and shouted at Anetheron.
"Don't you understand? Or are you really as stupid as Mephistroth said."
"Please listen to me patiently, Deseroc."
"You make it sound easy. If we attack Dalaran, will the mortals of Azeroth just watch it fall?"
"That's enough, Deseroc, listen carefully to his plan."
"If Anetheron has really changed, we will take action to wake him up."
"Hmph! Balnazar, I'll give you a favor."
After leaving these words, Diselok was taken away by Balnazar, cursing.
Tichondrius, who was standing in the center, stroked his beard gently. He wanted to step forward to stop it, but accidentally let Balnazzar get a step ahead of him.
"Thank you, Balnazzar."
"You're welcome. If your ideas are not realistic, you should know the consequences."
"I know very well, rest assured, my brothers."
"You all know me. I, Anaselon, must be confident enough to come up with this idea."
Seeing that Balnazzar spoke for him, Anetheron bowed to Balnazzar with one hand on his chest and continued to preach.
"When you were in charge of the Scourge, I was also busy. I sneaked into Dalaran and figured out the terrain there."
"Look, brothers, this is the map of Dalaran that I collected."
Anetheron waved his hand gently, and a green image of the bottom layer of Dalaran appeared between the seven Nathrezim.
"I have two ways to lead you in. The mortals' defense is useless to us."
"By the way, don't you want to ask me what my two assault methods are?"
When no one agreed with him, Anetheron asked his brothers.
Faced with Anetheron's doubts, Tichondrius and others shook their heads, indicating that they were not interested in listening to his so-called assault method.
"How dare you bully me like this... Never mind. I am a magnanimous person and I won't bother with you."
"My first approach would be... a blitzkrieg attack from the sewers of Dalaran."
"Look, this is where the Book of Medivh is stored."
"As long as we get there, we can easily remove the protective spell on it and take it away smoothly."
At this time, Anaselon took a step forward, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the location of a red dot marked on the map.
"After we get the Book of Medivh, we can find a quiet place to summon Archimonde."
"Anetheron, why don't you call me Lord Archimonde? You are Archimonde's subordinate..."
"Varimathras, it is not yet your turn to speak."
"Yes, Lord Tichondrius."
After being stopped by Tichondrius, Varimathras took a step back and remained silent.
"Your idea is good, Anaselon, and it is quite feasible."
"Now, we are beginning to be interested in your alternative method of attacking Dalaran."
"Hahaha! I knew you would agree to this plan."
"My brother, don't be happy yet, we haven't agreed to your proposal yet!"
"Well, you are right, Mal'Ganis."
With another wave of his hands, Anetheron caused a slight change in the central map of Dalaran, and a number of mage towers suddenly stood up.
Immediately afterwards, some blue and red spots of light appeared on the map of Dalaran's surface.
At this moment, Anetheron pointed to the blue light near Dalaran and said, "This is the suitable infiltration point I found in Dalaran during this period of time."
"As long as we reach the place marked by the blue light, with our stealth spell, those mortals patrolling Dalaran will not be able to find us."
After saying this, Anetheron's fingers gently slid towards the red light inside Dalaran, leaving a dark green line.
"The range of these red dots is their patrol range. If we had touched it, it might have triggered an alarm."
"Originally, I wasn't sure if I could do it alone, but now that we have you, if we sneak in head-on and steal the Book of Medivh, we have almost a 90% chance of success."
"The remaining 10% chance of failure is because you said that we should not underestimate mortals."
"If we sneak in from the bottom, our chances of winning are close to 100%."
"My brothers, do you have any questions?"
"It seems that you have not been too deeply influenced by Archimonde. You are hiding it very well! Anetheron."
"Tichondrius, and everyone present here, who isn't?"
In response, Anaseron said that everyone was the same, standing with his hands behind his back and speaking slowly.
"That's it, I don't have any problem, Anaselon, keep your proposal and leave."
The other five people said in unison: "Second."
"Yes, Lord Tichondrius."
So, after explaining his two methods of stealing the Book of Medivh, Anetheron took a few steps back and returned to Tichondrius.
"You are next, Varimathras."
"It is at your will, Lord Tichondrius."
With a chuckle, Varimathras stepped forward and bowed to his brothers.
"Your methods are all good, but I still have a point... which may not be important to you."
"In the Eastern Kingdoms, only a few powerful mortals understand the power of our Legion."
"How could they, so arrogant as to let their subjects know our news? For the sake of the so-called stability and order of the kingdom, they would only hide this terrible news."
"In secretly sending loyal ministers or fearless warriors to find our traces, they have no idea that their old feudal ideas will help our plans."
Varimathras, who had been silent for a long time, raised a key question as soon as he appeared.
"Most of the mortals at the bottom and even in the middle are too ignorant."
"We can establish an organization similar to the Curse Cult and support one or more puppets to divide them."
"In the end, we just need to win over one group and crack down on another."
"Let them get into prolonged civil unrest, so that they don't have enough time and sufficient organization to thwart our plans."
At this point, Varimathras summoned an image showing many ordinary people in the Alliance living like cattle and horses for a few silver coins or even a copper coin.
"We only need to pay a little money, grant them a ray of harmless power or a youthful appearance, heal their relatives and friends, and establish a belief that we have packaged for them."
"Most of them will join the organization we have built and work hard for it."
At this moment, in the images ahead, countless mortals in neat and clean uniforms knelt on the ground, fanatically bowing to their false gods.
"For our great cause... it should be their future, consciously and autonomously clearing away the enemies in front of them that prevent them from leading to the so-called good life."
"Isn't this how we, the Nathrezim, have led countless worlds into war? It will always work against these foolish mortals."
For a moment, the six Nathrezim, led by Tichondrius, gave enthusiastic applause to the humble Varimathras.
"So, Varimathras' time is up. Whose turn is it now? Tichondrius."
"No need to wait for anyone's turn, Mephistroth."
Gently pressing the shoulder of Mephistroth on his right, Tichondrius spoke.
"The four of us... oh no, the five of us have already discussed another solution."
"But after this exciting meeting, we have a better solution."
"We are now more confident in summoning Archimonde. We are bound to succeed."
"The solution that the five of us brothers have come up with is... to find a sufficiently powerful source of magic power."
"Of course, we have already found out what the source of Azeroth's magic power is, such as the Sunwell in Quel'Thalas, the Nexus in Northrend, and so on."
Tichondrius stretched out his wings, clenched one hand into a fist, and briefly rose into the air and spoke.
"At the end of the meeting, let's split into four groups, gather appropriate servants, and accomplish our respective goals."
"Mephistroth and I will go to Quel'Thalas and Northrend to look for opportunities to see if we can seize our strategic goals."
"Anetheron and Mal'Ganis went to Dalaran to see if they could steal the Book of Medivh."
"Varimathras and Detheroc, go to Karazhan to collect artifacts. If you meet a suitable candidate on the way, it is not impossible to directly turn him into the new Lich King."
"Balnazzar, the task of establishing a sect and dividing the mortals is now entrusted to you. You are fully responsible for this."
"It is at your will, Lord Tichondrius."
"In that case, let us work together and act according to the plan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four waves of Nathrezim left their gathering place through different portals.
"Tichondrius, are you not aware of the power buried in the Broken Isles?"
Mephistroth, who came to the Borean Tundra, couldn't help but ask Tichondrius out of curiosity.
As their leader, Tichondrius and his four other brothers can only think of those two solutions?
He didn't think this was the normal level of the five demons. They must be hiding something. In this place where there were only two of them left, he wanted to ask Tichondrius.
"Mephistroth, I know it very well, and I have sent people to do it."
"There are many of our old friends there, including the warlock from ten thousand years ago... She should be the leader there now, Grand Mage Elisande."
"And the power of Lord Sargeras, my brother."
Hearing the familiar name, Mephistroth reacted and reminded Tichondrius that Sargeras stayed there...
"You are right, my brother."
"If all our plans fail, let's take this as a last gamble."
"I think the same as you, Tichondrius."
"We still have a lot of backup, don't we, my brother?"
"But I really got my cards in and out, my brother."
"Stop pretending, Mephistroth."
"We all know that the world of Azeroth is full of treasures. If we can only dig them up..."
In a military camp in Lordaeron, Arthas was inspecting the work of several lieutenants with Jaina.
"Farric, Marwyn, how are you doing with what I asked you to do?"
"All work is proceeding in an orderly manner and there are no major problems."
"You mean there are still some minor problems? Then, please report them in detail."