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What kind of creature am I? This question couldn't help but arise in Nathanos's mind. He stood on the bow of the ship and observed the sea. An order made him drift on the sea. A few days have passed, and he took

A very strange-looking ship is sailing west. Is there a "click" sound coming from the ship, which makes the creatures in the sea afraid to approach?

Nathanos hasn't said a word these days. Although there are many resurrected Silvermoon City elves on the ship, most of them have become mindless walking zombies, except for a few, such as Veronara, that one

The female elf who talked to him before, and a female elf named Liana, most of their bodies have been kept quite intact. The two of them have been very close to each other in the past few days. The most special one is a male elf, he looks like he was alive

He was a warrior, even after death. His chest was pierced by an extremely thin long sword. Ironically, he himself also used a sword, but he was defeated by another person who was better at using a sword.

Nathanos vaguely remembered that his name was Salorion.

'Salorien Morningseeker!'

The Lich King's whispers always entered his brain inadvertently, and then he heard the other party laughing wildly.

Morning Seeker? It's strange that these three words are imprinted on an undead body. Nathanos wondered why the Lich King would remind him of this. If he wanted to ridicule this surname, he should go to the owner of this surname.

In the past few days, Nathanos had only questions in his mind. He found that every time he questioned the Lich King's orders or showed a trace of anger, he would be attacked mentally. That kind of torture exceeded the physical destruction.

Nathanos' body will involuntarily execute orders, even if he is unwilling. Now it seems that the Lich King is the first owner of this body. If he wants to gain autonomy, he must obey orders...or not go.

Doubt the order.

"Lord Nathanos."

Why can't I get peace after death? Nathanos' brows furrowed into a bow, and he turned around reluctantly to look at that guy. The azure seascape in front of him turned into a cold face.

"Salorien?" Nathanos said the other person's name, deliberately removing the deceased's surname.

"it's me."

"Where...are we going?"

Everyone should know the answer to this question. Before setting off, Arthas emphasized several times that the continent was called Kalimdor. But Nathanos did not reprimand Salorien. He knew the other party's problem.

That's not what I mean, but I'm asking them where they went and what they were going to do.

"Go and establish a stronghold on that continent."

"Why just us?"

Nathanos stared at him for a while longer, wondering what he was going to do. In so many days, no one had ever come to ask this question, and no one dared to ask. This ship was full of people who were shipwrecked in Quel'Thalas

The lonely ghost. Why did the Lich King arrange this?

Time passed by second by second. The moist and cold mist clung to the colder skin.

"Stay away from our past." Nathanos replied. He was ready to accept the punishment of the Lich King, but the other party did not take action for a long time, seeming to approve his answer.

Salorion thought Nathanos was playing a cruel joke on him, but he knew it was the truth.

"I understand." Morning Seeker sighed and took off the long sword from his back.

It was a finely forged weapon, with a curved blade edge and a white blade on the outside. The inner layer of the sword body was dark blue, and there were azure runes that glowed slightly with cold light. There was also a glowing in the center of the hilt.

gem.

It does look like an elven weapon, but Nathanos doesn't believe that elven technology can forge such a weapon. At the same time, he doesn't like this sword - the runes on it are very much like Arthas' Frostmourne.

, every time he looks at it, it will sting a certain place in his heart.

"This sword is called Quel'Delar, the guardian dragon among them,"

Sure enough, it wasn't. Nathanos's scarlet eyes narrowed. He didn't understand why Salorion showed his weapons to him. Was he trying to show off? But even the weapons made by the guardian dragon couldn't.

Block Alsace's attack, right?

"What are you going to do?" Nathanos snorted. If this guy dared to use this sword to show off his power in front of him, he swore to kick Salorian off the boat. The sharks in the sea wouldn't care.

A corpse is not new.

Salorian shuddered, "I... I'm being presumptuous. I want to... give it to you."

"Leave it to me?" Nathanos thought in silence, "Is this your diplomatic rhetoric?"

"No, just because of the answer you just told me."

That's it! Nathanos understood that their past included not only their homes or the people they knew, but also many factors, such as weapons.

Does it feel heartbreaking to see the weapons fighting alongside him? Nathanos was suddenly a little glad that his original weapon was gone. He only remembered that his previous weapon was a bow and arrow, just like the new bow and arrow on his back.

It was a terrible weapon given to him by Alsace, "blessed" by dark magic. The quiver was full of death arrows with black arrow feathers. The death knight told him that if he was scratched by such arrows, the wound would continue to fester.

No treatment could help. The wound would continue to rot and spread until the whole body turned into a mass of rotten flesh crawling with dead maggots. He had witnessed with his own eyes that when dealing with orcs on the snowy mountains, the effect was not at all what Arthas said.

Difference.

"Why not to someone else."

"Some people don't understand what I say, and everyone else who is still conscious refuses it, except you."

This should be the truth. The others are also elves, and they should all know this weapon. Nathanos's intention to reject Salorian was withdrawn.

"Give it to me." He stretched out his hand. Salorion handed Quel'Delar to Nathanos without any hesitation. He seemed to be relieved, which made Nathanos begin to doubt whether to agree to his request.

Akechi. But when he saw the last flash of joy in the other person's eyes, he realized that Salorian not only wanted to escape the torture of past memories, he also wanted to find a new master for Quel'Delar who was trustworthy.

Why didn't you put this sword into the sea? This question was pushed back from his throat by Nathanos. He stroked his cold face and body, feeling a little warmth from it.

"Go find a new weapon in the cabin. This ship does not take idlers." Nathanos turned around and the conversation ended there. Salorion received the order to retreat, and now he was the only one left on the bow of the ship.

People.

The Lich King once predicted that when he reaches Kalimdor, true darkness will come to this world. But now, he can already see the coastline.
Chapter completed!