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When Nathanos was sure that the female elf could no longer see him, he began to run wildly. His steps were fast and silent, but his expression was far from as calm as his movements. Anger completely occupied him,

Until now Nathanos had not known pain, but now he did. He ran so fast that nothing could stop him, and with Longoru in his hand he began to shoot everything he could see.

There are living animals, deers, lynxes, dragon eagles and giant spiders. One arrow is shot out, followed by another.

Until he came to a stream, Nathanos rushed down in anger, fell into the river, and let the clean springs of Yongsong Forest surround him. He could no longer tell whether he was crying or not, even if he was, he

He couldn't feel it either. At this moment, he recalled many things.

The first time they met. When they first met, Nathanos was deeply impressed by Alleria's elegance and beauty, but his prejudice against rangers at the time prevented him from appreciating the female elf. Then.

, in Southsea Town, when she asked him for the first time if he wanted to become a ranger, Nathanos was a little excited, but he rejected her. He did not need others to confirm his ability.

Finally, in Quel'Thalas, he saved her, but his bow and arrows could not save everyone, including her family.

Nathanos' anger gradually disappeared with his memories. Yes, Alleria had enough reason to hate the orcs. Her parents died under the flames of the red dragon, her home was destroyed, and her brother Li

No news from Lars so far.

'Why should I stop her?' Nathanos asked himself.

As the two gradually got to know each other, Alleria no longer looked at him with the initial contempt. Nathanos also began to respect her identity. The two began to want to be side by side on the battlefield.

Combat.

'But she has changed!' A voice in his head woke him up.

He didn't know if Alleria's hatred for the orcs would affect her judgment, if she died on the battlefield because of her recklessness...

Nathanos pulled his thoughts back and struggled to get up from the water with all his strength. He was not gasping for air, but he had regained consciousness. He wanted to return to the female elf, but...!

How dare you preach to me? Nathanos!

This sentence seemed to bind him like some kind of magic spell, dispelling his thoughts.

He shook his head, feeling the cold, and the clothes on his body had already been soaked, but he ignored the discomfort. He stared at the sky, and God seemed to sense his gaze, and began to rain lightly, escorting him.

Leave this sad place.

On the other side, Alleria returned to the Tower of Windrunner and locked herself in the room. She huddled in the corner with her head buried.

How dare an ordinary human to point fingers at her without thinking? In front of her, Nathanos was just a self-righteous child who didn't understand etiquette. Even though she thought so,

She still knew this idea was wrong.

Although compared to her age, Nathanos was no different from a swaddling baby. But among humans, he was still a man after all, a cautious and smart man. For a moment, Alleria even thought

I already like him. This sounds ridiculous, and it is already a thing of the past.

A string of exquisitely made silver necklaces hung around her neck, inlaid with three gemstones. It was left to her by her parents and was her only connection with them, like a sweet dream.

The orcs killed them and many others, including many of her relatives and some of her friends. She had known these people for a long time, even before Nathanos was born.

These orcs would pay for this. Her hands tightened around her necklace. They would suffer, just like her parents, her people, her city, even her country suffered, and this

This torture would be tens of millions of times worse than the pain she had suffered.

He can't stop her from taking revenge.

He couldn't let her soften.

No matter what the cost, she must take revenge.

On the outskirts of Lordaeron, Uther was galloping in the wilderness on his war horse "Iron Shoe". It was already late at night, and he should have rested long ago, but Terenas gave him a task that made it difficult for him to sleep.

Excited and a little worried, Uther never thought that he would go to Nathanos again. He wanted to have a good talk with this former apprentice before, but he had been delayed by various trivial matters. Now he finally has

So much so that when the soldier who was watching the night asked him where he was going, he just gave him a reassuring smile and spent the time saved on his way.

He saw the small farm on the hillside. All the houses had no candlelight. Uther jumped off the horse and came to the farm. He did not knock on the door. This was impolite behavior.

The Reese family must have slept. The Paladin took the helmet in his hand. He decided to wait until dawn, and then he could think about how to persuade Nathanos. Based on his understanding of him, Nathanos

I will definitely refuse this job.

"Who?" Uther turned around. At this late hour, he could still hear the sound of someone moving in this place, in the shadows under the hillside, and judging from the sound, the person was walking towards here.

"Nathanos?" The paladin almost exclaimed. When the other party saw him, he also showed a slightly surprised expression, but was replaced by indifference.

"Oh my God, kid! What's wrong with you?" Uther quickly put his thick cloak on him. Nathanos was soaked all over at this time, and there were even water droplets on his sleeves.

fell down.

"I'm fine! It's just cold. Thank you for your clothes." His slightly red and swollen eyes told Uther what happened, but what exactly made his apprentice look so haggard.

"I thought you had rested, but I didn't expect..."

Nathanos smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect you to be here. Are you here to find me?"

Uther nodded firmly.

"Then let's go in first, but we have to be quiet."

One day later, Tyron Gorefiend and his team arrived at Blackrock Mountain. After contacting Ner'zhul, the shaman dispatched Fenris Wolfvein of the Thunder God Clan and Targa Spinebreaker of the Bonechewer Clan, as well as

Several other stronger warriors came to assist Gorefiend. They followed the instructions and met with Gorefiend at the foot of Blackstone Mountain. For Gorefiend, this was the best team he could gather and would not attract the attention of the Alliance. Of course,

, he hoped this would be enough to attract the attention of the two Black Hand brothers.

They climbed up Blackstone Mountain openly, and the orcs standing guard on the mountain could clearly see them. The Blood Demons did not choose to sneak in, which would make them look like they were provoking. Finally, they reached the top of the mountain, where there were many cracks.

The open rock, from which the scorching lava flowed out, followed the natural groove, forming a blazing red river. The blood demon looked down, showing an unhappy expression. This was once the headquarters of the tribe, and also

The place where Orgrim introduced Blood Demon and other death knights to the orcs. In the valley at the foot of the mountain below, Doomhammer dueled with Lothar, the leader of the alliance, and defeated him, but was later defeated by Lothar.

Lieutenant Turalyon was defeated. Memories of victory and defeat linger here.

He made a gesture to the others and stopped at an entrance. Sure enough, after a moment, four strong and tall Blackstone Orcs came out, each one fully armed.

"I'm here for the two Blackhand brothers. Go tell them that Tyron Bloodfiend is here." The death knight leader stepped forward and took off his hood. Several guards' faces turned pale, and one of them bowed to the other.

He whispered, and after hearing this, the latter bowed and retreated into the darkness. After a while, he appeared again, walked towards the orc just now, and whispered to him.

"Don't act rashly." The Blackstone Orc warned, and personally led everyone into the fortress. They gradually walked into the center of the mountains, and the Blood Demon took in everything they saw on the road. It was obvious that the Blackstone Tower Fortress was not abandoned.

When other orcs passed by them, they all stopped to look at these uninvited guests. Although they were deeply surprised to see a death knight in Blackrock Tower, no one dared to say anything.

Finally, Gorefiend and his team came to a huge room. This was the throne that once belonged to Doomhammer and where his council chamber was located. The figure sitting in the black throne now is slightly shorter than Orgrim.

He also looks more savage. His face is broad and his brown beard is very unkempt. His hair, ears, forehead, armor, and even his sharp sword are decorated with a large number of medals and bones.

The Blood Demon stopped outside the attack range of the great sword and said, "Red."

"Blood Demon!"

The two people called each other's names. Red Blackhand changed his sitting posture and raised one leg on the armrest of the throne. "What is a dead man doing here?"

"The Dark Portal has been repaired." Gorefiend began, but Red snorted softly, and his brother Maim sat on the ground.

The Blackstone leader replied, "This must be a good thing you warlocks did." He then asked contemptuously: "But so what?"

Gorefiend frowned. His conversation with the Blackhand brothers did not go as smoothly as expected. "Now, Ner'zhul begins to lead the tribe again. I am here to let you return to the tribe, the Dragonmaw clan, and

The Red Dragon Legion they control."

Red looked at Maimu, and then the two brothers laughed at the same time. "After all this time, that old immortal shaman still wants me to kneel down before him? And the Dragonmaw clan? It's simply a wishful thinking!" He said

He laughed again, although his eyes were filled with anger.

Blood Demon insisted: "You must come back. We need your power, and your red dragon, to realize our plan."

"Your plan has nothing to do with me." Red replied coldly and stood up. The Blood Demon realized that although Red Blackhand was not as powerful as Orgrim, he was still a threat after all.

The orcs. "I don't care what bullshit Ner'zhul's plan is now. I only know that when the Horde and the Alliance were fighting to the death, that old guy became a turtle! The Dark Portal was destroyed, and we began to exile and search for

Those orcs who survived. After so long, we gradually regained our fighting strength. It was I who gathered the orcs again! I rebuilt the tribe, right under the eyes of humans! Now, I am the chief of the tribe!

"

The Gorefiend clenched his war hammer, wishing to crush him to pieces, but in the end he suppressed his thoughts. He gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you can think about it again. Without your help, Ner'zhul will...

…”

"Failure." Red continued bluntly. Maimu looked very happy. "The Alliance will defeat him, and then..." He smiled and continued, "I can benefit from it. We will call all the

The survivors join us, Maim and I, just as we have been doing since the end of the last war."

Taggar Spinebreaker behind Gorefiend shouted loudly, "You coward! Traitor! I will chop you into pieces!"

"Oh, really?" Reid challenged.

The Blood Demon turned around and stopped Taga who was about to attack.

"There are guards around him." He warned the chief of the Bone Chewing Clan softly. "If you come forward to attack him, those guards will make us lose the new chief of the Bone Chewing Clan." He shook his head, "Not now.

when."

Taggar complained, but still took a step back. Red looked very disappointed.

"I will ask you again, will you join us?" Gorefiend asked in a low voice.

"Oh? Wait, let me think about it... no." Red finally retorted, smiling proudly. Maimu also laughed after hearing this.

"Very good." The Blood Demon bowed. "In that case, just take care of yourself."

Red shouted to Gorefiend's back: "I can't wait to see you fail." The two Blackhand brothers laughed again, and the echoes echoed in the corridor. Gorefiend led his team out of the fortress dejectedly.
Chapter completed!