noffsinger Chapter 492: The best cooperation for both parties
Chapter 492: The best cooperation for both parties
"If we hadn't secretly helped you, the Sun King would have led his troops to the Sunwell the moment you arrived."
"It's just that your method of sneaking across the border is really a good idea that the six of us brothers didn't expect."
"It seems that our smooth progress along the way is due to your help."
"Lord Tichondrius, you have kept me in the dark for so long!"
Extending his right hand, Arthas said in a sarcastic tone just south of the Sunwell.
Seizing the right hand that was extended to him, Tichondrius replied gently, "Yes, every goal that was achieved."
"Different people have contributed to each of these processes, and the specific amount depends on the results."
Nodding in agreement, Arthas said, "Yes, Lord Tichondrius."
"But, what kind of deal do you want to make with me?"
"Oh, so we're getting straight to the point?"
In response to this rhetorical question, Arthas withdrew his hand and said, "Speak quickly."
"It's not good for anyone to keep dragging it out."
"very good."
Clap, clap, clap! Give a round of applause to the Death Knight in front of you.
Tichondrius said: "That's absolutely no problem, Your Majesty Arthas."
"You want to 'pollute' the Sunwell, and we want to use the power of the Sunwell to gain some intelligence."
"Isn't your 'intelligence' just the power extracted from it?"
Raising his right hand, Tichondrius said mysteriously, "Yes and no."
"Your intuition is good. I always trust you... Your Majesty."
Pretending to be ignorant but pretending to know, Arthas said, "Then, cooperation..."
"Do it!"
The light arrived before the sound, and the dark light enveloped Arthas and Sylvanas.
There were two whooshes, and in the blink of an eye, two balls of black light shot towards the Sunwell...
At the same time, the dreadlords such as Mephistroth and Anetheron waved their hands, making the invisible barriers around them visible.
Not surprisingly, it was a emerald green barrier belonging to evil energy... emerald green barrier.
Bang, bang, the moment he was blocked, Arthas swung his sword.
While using his body to protect Sylvanas who was changing her techniques behind him, he used his sword to cut off the fel energy attacks around him.
"Prince Arthas, it's time to end the test."
Raising his hand to signal his brothers not to attack, Tichondrius slowly stretched out his right hand from top to front.
He loosened his fist, and his palm facing upwards appeared as a green shadow followed his body, and he flipped over and stood in front of Arthas.
"We are sincere enough, and the strength you have hidden is enough to get on the fair stage."
"Let's discuss the specific cooperation formally."
After staring at the demon's eye that seemed empty but contained great power for a while, Arthas turned around and looked at Sylvanas.
After making sure that she didn't have such an outrageous ability, Arthas said, "No problem."
"I overstepped my authority before. I beg you, sir, and the other lords to forgive me."
In an environment surrounded by demons, Arthas held the devil's right hand with real sincerity for the first time.
"Then, in order to prevent those who would stop us from speaking quickly, I will..."
After a sincere shake of hands, Tichondrius withdrew his hand and pointed at himself amid the smiles of the dreadlords.
"The Sunwell can summon the powerful Archimonde, but I think the Book of Medivh is also one of your goals on this trip."
"Arthas: As expected, compared to this kind of person... his wisdom is beyond my reach."
"Xinana: As expected, no opponent should be underestimated. At least the "lifeline" has been controlled for the time being."
"The content of our deal is that I will summon Lord Archimonde through the Sunwell."
"And you can use the Sunwell to gain a boost in strength so that you can cope with the changes in Dalaran."
At this time, Arthas smiled and said, "Tichondrius, do you want to disrupt the predetermined fate?"
Waving his hands, Tichondrius said: "No, no, no, I didn't do anything wrong."
"In fact, you think too highly of 'fate'. Death may have told you your destiny."
"But, just like you said before, in the face of the big trend, small trends can be changed."
Turning around and pointing to the Sunwell, Tichondrius said: "In addition, I will now give you a token of sincerity."
"Archimonde's coming is a general trend, at least it is the general trend of this world right now."
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean that someone like me can't see it."
"We're being sneaky, just like you think, but we're also working hard."
After saying this, Tichondrius pointed at the image that Mephistroth had casually condensed.
Among them, another siege failed, and Falric and Marwyn, who returned to the temporary camp, are sending people to rebuild the siege weapons.
Before Arthas could speak, Tichondrius said, "Prince Arthas, you know this too."
"The Lord of Death is not me, nor us, but Ner'zhul."
After hearing the three words "Ner'zhul", Arthas and Sylvanas deliberately became very cautious.
The two of them worked together in an instant, trying to put up a shield... but the visible barrier returned to its invisible state due to this force.
"Relax, Ner'zhul can't see anything here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tichondrius put his hands behind his back and looked at his other brother and said, "Anetheron."
"Show them both the changes in Dalaran. This is one of the sincerity we want to show them."
Soon, Arthas and Sylvanas looked at the "familiar people" in a meeting hall in Dalaran and fell into silence.
At this time, Tichondrius slowly walked up to Arthas.
He said, "Prince Arthas, and General Sylvanas."
“What you think is a fixed answer is not a fixed answer.”
"It's like a 'script'. You have a script for the future, but you don't know that the future is forged by the past and the present."
"If the future really cannot be changed, then when you show the kind of compassion that does not belong to 'you'."
Taking a step back and returning to the position between the two brothers whose images had disappeared, Tichondrius and his five dreadlord brothers showed "healthy" smiles.
Raising his hands, Tichondrius said, "Even at that first moment."
He stopped smiling, and with a slightly serious tone, he pointed a finger at the Death Knight whose fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.
"When you, Arthas Menethil, attempted to make the decision to embrace the Holy Light."
Shifting the angle slightly, he pointed at the Dark Ranger, whose face was calm but whose brain was working very fast.
"And you, Sylvanas Windrunner, became proactive and even chose the choice of 'death'."
Taking his hand back, Tichondrius said calmly: "Those little tricks of yours should have been played by you..."
"You think the answer is fixed, but you should have changed it back yourself when you made the decision!"
"In other words, if you think that a change may change the fixed answer, then you will take action yourself to protect the existence of the answer."
"What hope do you have? What else... is nothing but part of the dust in the air."
"It's a pity that the so-called 'shadows' don't exist... They are even one of the forces that helped you get to where you are now."
After expressing his sincerity, Tichondrius and his five brothers bowed down with their hands on their chests.
Seeing this, Arthas shook his hands heavily.
He just felt that this was not respect, but a complete insult.
I can see it, but it takes until this moment to expose his true colors.
Sylvanas beside her didn't do much.
But the scarlet light in her eyes represented her uneasy heart.
However, after her long...
"Oh, by the way, one more thing."
"You go to Dalaran to seize the Book of Medivh, and there will be troops to help you."
"Our expression of sincerity has officially ended here. Now it's your turn."
At this time, the six Dread Lords said in unison, "A self-rebel who wants to change the fixed answers in his cognition."
With a bang, there were crackling sounds.
Frostmourne fell to the ground and pierced the Sunwell platform. The cracked bricks and stones that emitted a cold frost told of Arthas's anger.
However, the invisible barrier did not become visible and "easily" blocked this seemingly terrifying attack.
"You are very sincere, but have you ever thought about..."
"Prince Arthas, your goal has not yet been achieved. Is it really okay to give up like this?"
Faced with these words that were in some sense sincere, Arthas was silent for a while.
After stabilizing himself, he swung his right hand from left to right, from bottom to top.
Frostmourne was called, breaking through the ground and spinning into his right hand.
The angry cold light of the crack suddenly dissipated, leaving only the cracked Sunwell platform with pits and cracks that no one had repaired yet.
Slowly putting away his sword, Arthas said, "Of course, that's my goal."
"It is impossible to give up because of a little accident. At the same time, cooperation between us is necessary."
Turning his head and looking around, Arthas said, "I want to... I want to ask a question."
"Please say, we are equal collaborators."
After taking another look, Arthas clasped his hands together and said, "We have arrived at the Sunwell."
"Even if you didn't come to us for cooperation, there would be other forces that would come to us for cooperation, right?"
Suddenly with a surprised smile, Tichondrius said, "Yes."
The Dark Lord slowly moved his right hand towards his left chest armor and stood up straight, saying: "But our cooperation is beneficial to both parties..."
Letting go of the hilt, Arthas asked coldly, "The best cooperation?"
"Yes, it seems you have understood."
At this moment, the six dreadlords applauded Arthas for his "understanding".
Snap, snap, snap, snap.
Amidst the applause, Arthas brought Sylvanas to the six dreadlords.
Standing in front of Sylvanas, Arthas stretched out his right hand and said, "This cooperation."
"That's great, but if anything unexpected happens, we won't be responsible."
Standing in front of the five brothers, Tichondrius stretched out his right hand and said, "Of course."
"Even if there are any consequences, we will no longer be collaborators, but opponents of each other."
"The cooperation is over. Each party has its own means. It's life or death. The winner will always win, and the loser will fall. That's it."
The two men's right hands were of different sizes, and as they shook each other's hands tightly, they said this sentence in unison.
Then, Tichondrius waved toward the Sunwell, and his five brothers dispersed the barrier.
Turning his head and leaning forward, Tichondrius said, "Please come in, my two collaborators."
"The preparations are complete, you can rest assured."
"The Sunwell Bath is a rare opportunity..."
Two loud bangs, the sound of someone falling into the water.
There was a flash of black light, and Sylvanas flashed in with Arthas, splashing water.
Even if it was a humorous remark, it seemed like neither of them wanted to hear it, just like they were just trying to be efficient in their speech.
He longs so desperately for the power of the Sunwell to strengthen himself and gain even greater power...strength.
At this moment, the Sunwell seemed to sense something and suddenly emitted a ray of light that was different from the surrounding light.
And its direction was... Mephistroth spread his bat wings and grabbed it in mid-air.
Crushing it, Mephistroth said, "I will follow the Dark Lord's orders."
"Before Lord Archimonde arrives, there will be no accidents."
At the same time, Anetheron looked at the Dark Lord, who had his hands behind his back.
When the barrier created by the other three brothers appeared around him, he said, "Tichondrius."
"Isn't this a bit too hasty? We could have announced it when they got the Book of Medivh."
Shaking his head, Tichondrius said: "No, it must be made public quickly."
"The time when Arthas and Sylvanas mysteriously disappeared in Eversong Woods."
Turning his head, he said solemnly: "I dare not gamble."
"Those time dragons are stupid, foolish, and dumb, but these two are not."
"A person who hides his true abilities but is willing to abandon his own advantages and take the initiative to join the game."
"Either they are stubborn idiots at heart, or they are smart people who do this on purpose."
Turning to look at the Death Knight who was absorbing the power of the Sunwell, Tichondrius said: "See how he performs."
"He doesn't look like an idiot. His goal is far more terrifying than I thought, or far beyond my expectations."
Looking at the Dark Ranger next to the Death Knight, Anetheron asked, "What about her?"
"Her transformation was beyond our expectations. We didn't expect that Arthas would have such a 'wife'."
Shifting the angle slightly, Tichondrius asked, "Sylvanas Windrunner?"
"She's either been reborn or possessed by a being from the future."
"Her changes were too abrupt, and my memory doesn't match them at all."
"In fact, she relies entirely on the voice and appearance of this body to gain the trust of her soldiers."
Looking at the Death Knight again, Tichondrius said, "If even he is similar to her."
"So the cooperation we are promoting now is beneficial to us."
"They may be helping us, but the decision to change is what we demons want to do...they are the ones who are going to do big things."
"Ke Xiaona: I see you have nothing to say, I have written down everything!
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The barrier dissipated, and the six Dreadlords watched with dim eyes as the two auras in the Sunwell gradually grew stronger.
When the six of them raised their hands, they dispersed and escaped into the "empty gate".
"Ke Xiaona: Just today, I paid attention to another thing.
Compared to the advantages of being the first player, the second player also has advantages.
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"Ginana: Notes, I want a blank note, I want to write it down, baby!
Like I don’t really understand it, but I can’t keep staring at my notes and someone’s quotes, right?
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"Ke Xiaona: There are pros and cons to taking the initiative or taking the initiative, but I am still a child.
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"Very good. Now I can be sure to get the Book of Medivh that I've been dreaming of."
After walking out of the Sunwell, Arthas took Sylvanas and looked back at the Well of Glory, which was still relatively pure.
"My two collaborators, now that your 'sunbathing' is over, our cooperation is over."
Mephistroth opened a portal, exited from the "empty gate" and said respectfully to the two legendary masters in front of him.
"The cooperation is over. It's time for us to leave, my dark lady."
"Yes, my lord."
Entering the portal together, Sylvanas glanced cryptically at the place where Mephistroth disappeared quietly.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the outskirts of Dalaran. She looked at the man who had stopped walking and asked, "What's wrong, Arthas?"
Arthas raised his hand and clenched his right fist. He looked at the fist in front of him and said, "Sylvanas, I lack strength."
"So, what power are you lacking?"
"The 'power' I have always longed for... 'strength'."