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"The Lich King?"

'Obey orders and follow Hellscream.'

Nathanos smiled playfully, even though he knew it might annoy the other person. "That's interesting. You know him?"

'Shut your mouth, Nathanos. Complete my orders. From now on, I will watch you every minute. Don't think about disobeying me. I want to know your thoughts like reading a book.

Simple.'

"Then you have to tell me, where will Hellscream go?"

'He will go to Ashenvale Forest to the north.'

"Very good, we can finally enter the forest." He was sincerely happy. Wandering in the wasteland for so many days gradually made him tired. No matter what the Lich King wanted to do, Nathanos was willing to serve him once.

'You'd better be careful, the forest is full of dangers you can't imagine.'

Danger? The Lich King's warning is not a threat to Nathanos. There are dangers in the forest, but at least it is an environment he is familiar with.

Ashenvale is just north of the Stonetalon Mountains. It is a vast and fertile forest. The trees are tall and dense. Walking here, Nathanos couldn't help but feel a chill, making him shiver. He believed that this place

It must be very cold. It should be very cool for someone who walked in from the wasteland. But he is already dead, so he will not feel anything. Any coldness should not be comparable to death. The only explanation is that this

The forest made him uneasy.

"It seems that I have underestimated the Lich King's warning. Maybe there is something hidden here." He said to himself, always paying attention behind him.

Compared with him, Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan were completely unaware of the strangeness in the forest at first. The orcs swaggered in, then began to chop down trees and build a simple camp. There were many more in the camp.

There are large areas of open space used to pile wood, and judging from the scale, they need a lot of these resources. Ashenvale can completely satisfy their appetite.

"Damn it, Thrall actually sent me here. Sent his strongest warrior to do manual labor?" Grom sat on a wooden stake, supervising the orc labor of cutting down trees. The legendary weapon Gorehowl's ax

He slashed the blade into the damp ground, as if to declare that this jungle now belonged to the tribe.

The warlord of the Warsong clan did not seem to be focusing all his attention on the task at hand. He was still thinking about the quarrel with Thrall two days ago. The chief was obviously right, but he should not have sent the Warsong clan to chop down trees.

, this kind of overkill and underutilization is what Hellscream is most dissatisfied with.

"He will fail without me." Grom muttered.

This sentence happened to be heard by another orc. He frowned and approached Hellscream and said: "I agree with your point of view, Overseer. However, this forest is indeed a bit strange. It is... a little too quiet. Are we being disturbed?

Monitored?"

Grom immediately stood up and pulled out Gorehowler. The orc took a step back in fear.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Gorehowl's master did not hide the ridicule in his words. Once upon a time, the Warsong clan had never been afraid of anything. They were all brave wolves who would trample their enemies under their feet, singing

A war song of victory. But now, the surroundings were just a little quieter than usual, and his warriors were as timid as frightened birds.

"There is nothing here except trees." He raised his voice, telling the Warsong orcs who were still at their posts to focus on the work in front of them.

Maybe he was too noisy and disturbed something in the forest. A female murmur came from behind the surrounding trees, and everyone heard this delicate, elegant voice. It seemed to be chanting some spell, or maybe a

They spoke a language they had never heard of. There was a sudden silence in the orc camp, the hard workers stopped working, and the soldiers standing guard looked around, trying to find out who made the sound. Even Grom raised his head, wary

Stare at this forest.

Not only the orcs, but Nathanos also heard the sound, "This language... is so familiar, but also strange." He hid behind the bushes and looked around in confusion, but could not find out the direction from which the sound came.

But he found that around the tree, there were some luminous spheres floating constantly and moving with life.

There is indeed something wrong with this place!

"Did you hear that, Overseer? This place is haunted! I'm not afraid of living enemies, but my ax can't cut down ghosts."

"Shut up and go back to work!" Grom retorted, and then he saw something, a smile appeared on his lips, and he walked calmly and steadily towards a tree, which happened to have the glowing thing that Nathanos noticed.

.

"These dancing auras are very strange, maybe they are the ghosts you are afraid of." Hellscream said, suddenly laughing. He was not only laughing at others for being frightened by this thing, but also laughing at this kind of pretentious thing.

.Soon, the Warsong Warlord set an example for others. The blood roar cut through the air and slashed at the little thing, and the tree was also destroyed by the way.

"The warchief's new base needs a lot of wood, cut down all the trees here!"

The orcs were encouraged to continue working. Nathanos took a panoramic view of everything and wondered how these flying luminous objects could be so fragile. There was no energy wave when they disappeared, which also proved that they were not energy bodies.

class of things.

'Remember, no matter what happens later, you are not allowed to have any reaction.'

"What happened?" Nathanos was wondering about the Lich King's strange prompt. Suddenly, two bows and arrows flew out from the woods, knocking down two hard workers who were cutting down trees. The commotion attracted everyone's attention.

"Overseer, we have been attacked."

"I'm not blind!" Grom rushed to the peons. They were already dead, with a surprised expression on their faces.

"Sisters, you are right! These green-skinned butchers have no respect for life. In the name of Elune, destroy them."

"Women? They are women!"

A certain orc warrior discovered the attackers first, but Grom was more curious about their number than their gender. Three, but there were only three! The orc warlord was curious about where they got the courage. So.

Before the other soldiers could react, he rushed forward.

"These are..." Nathanos, who was watching Grom's duel from a distance, dilated his scarlet pupils. He was attracted by the three elegant and wild figures. They all wore masks, and their whole bodies were covered with

The cold dark purple color and their long ears brought back many broken and incomplete memories of Nathanos. These memories were like pieces of a puzzle. Whenever Nathanos wanted to complete the puzzle, he would

He would have a splitting headache, but he still couldn't help but ask: "They...why don't their skin colors look like the sun?"

Nathanos persisted painfully, but the Lich King did not answer him, so he continued to ask: "They are elves? So are Veronara and the others. Who else? Who else?" The picture in his mind appeared blurry.

The black outline looked like an elf. He felt that this was very important. The person under the outline must have extraordinary significance to him.

His pain became more and more intense with his stubbornness. Not just in his head, but also in his limbs and chest. The heartbreaking pain, the suffocation of drowning, the stiffness of being unable to move. His

His soul seemed to be pulled out of his body by something, and then there was a mysterious force that punished and spurred him. Nathanos did not cry out from the beginning to the end. But not all persistence is rewarded, he does not

I wish to give up and hold on for a long time, finally overwhelmed and fell down. Before he fainted, he only saw a pair of sky-blue eyes and slowly unclenching fists. Also, he heard whispers.
Chapter completed!