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Rain fell in the silent forest, as if the sky was also weeping for the land below. Nathanos returned to the last place he stayed in his life. He must come back. There are things he wants to protect here, and there are also his sins.

When he came to the southern wall gate, he knew he had arrived in Quel'Thalas, but when he passed through the ruins of the gate, he almost thought he was still in Lordaeron.

There is no light here, the undead are raging, and there are almost no traces of the elves' activities. Due to the environment, Nathanos doesn't like staying here. There are many murderous "masterpieces" of the Scourge roaming the ground, but he

There is no need to evade, and you can even walk around this place arrogantly. The undead have no habit of killing each other. Even if the Lich King's control over them weakens, they will at best wander around in the wild like wolves, and then attack anyone they find.

The living people. The Daisumu built by Arthas here and the death passage he opened have become places where the undead dwell.

It was here. A voice in his heart told him that in this place, although it was not his intention, Nathanos clearly realized that his hands were stained with the blood of his loved ones. There were many remnants of that battle around him.

There were traces of it, weapons scattered everywhere, a ballista that had been torn into pieces, and bones everywhere.

He knelt down on one knee without saying a word, closed his eyes and felt the souls here. It had been so long, and his mother's bones could not be found at all.

"Forgive me, mother." Nathanos said. He hoped to see the soul of his mother Daphne, but also hoped that she had rested in peace. These two contradictory thoughts were a kind of torture for him.

Nathanos frowned. He was meditating and repenting, silently reciting the eulogy he had learned in the monastery as a child. But a barking sound disrupted his thoughts. There cannot be living things here, so they must be resurrected.

The undead dogs were harassing him. At first, he ignored them, thinking that these restless beasts would walk away knowingly when they saw that he had no response. But then the repeated barkings wore away Nathanos's attention.

Patience, he finally raised his head angrily and found that the two guys harassing him were both with wounds and abscesses that could not be healed. Nathanos was very strange. The undead wandering here would automatically see him.

Get out of the way, why are these two dogs not afraid?

"Go away, I don't have time to play games!" He glared hard at the two little guys, but they didn't run towards them as he expected, but instead took a step forward at the same time.

Got it! They thought of him as a delicious meal.

In this case, Nathanos decided to scare the monkeys. He didn't mind wasting an arrow or two if it could keep other undead away from him.

"I say it again! Get out of here!" He drew the bowstring and threatened.

This time it worked. Although the two dogs behaved incomprehensibly, they were not stupid - at least they were aware of the dangers of bows and arrows.

After driving away the troublemaker, Nathanos squatted down. After solving the previous troubles, he once again began to pray silently, seeking solace in the shadow of his and his mother's death.

After a long time, he stood up and prepared to go to the next place - the Tower of Windrunner. He was not sure whether he could see Alleria there. If the situation in the forest was so bad, then the home of Windrunner would probably not be better either.

Where to go? Nathanos looked around and unexpectedly found the two dogs wandering not far away, their eyes always staring at him.

"What a persistent guy."

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Lor'themar Theron, the ranger lord of Quel'Thalas, was the lieutenant of the former ranger general Alleria Windrunner. He never thought that he could still be alive and still fulfill his duties. The shadow of the forest made him

The tranquil silence felt peaceful, but it also had the smell of death. When the Scourge swept here, he fought bravely, but almost died. His good friend Halduron Brightwing saved him, even so

, he still paid a huge price - he lost sight in his left eye.

Now, Lor'themar is leading a ranger team to the Windrunner Tower together with the ranger captain Halduron. This is an order from the new ranger general Vereesa, and the purpose is to investigate the situation in that place.

"No need to explain, such a mission has already demonstrated Vereesa's selfishness." Halduron absently used his weapon to cut off the branches blocking the road. He was a handsome and slender elf. As a ranger, he did not wear a cloak.

The Sin'dorei phoenix emblem is embroidered on the chest. He has long, smooth golden hair, which is parted in front of his forehead.

"Shh, keep your voice down. It's not safe here. It's easy to encounter the undead." Lor'themar, who was following behind, reminded him. At the same time, he didn't want Halduron to continue to complain. Quel'Thalas needs to work together now. Like this

Comments will only create rifts within the Ranger Corps.

"To be honest, I really don't understand you, Lor'themar." Halduron looked back at his best friend, but received a confused look from him. "When Prince Kael'thas asked Vereesa to take over the position of Ranger General,

, why don’t you object? Now people with more qualifications and experience should take responsibility.”

He continued: "Although Vereesa is Alleria's sister, she does not have her sister's abilities at all. She can become the leader of the rangers only because of Alleria's prestige."

"I know what you mean, Halduron." Lor'themar shook his head. "Not just you, there are many people who think that I am more suitable to take over as the ranger general. Even Alleria knows it. But if she chooses

Me, not Vereesa, is equivalent to telling everyone that the Windrunner family is no longer the guardian of the kingdom. In such a difficult time, do you think Ms. Alleria would do this?"

Halduron finally calmed down after a long explanation. It was neither too early nor too late, and they successfully arrived at the Tower of Windrunner.

In the past many years, Lor'themar and Halduron have come here, whether it was a call from the military or an invitation to a banquet celebration. But they have never seen this place so depressed.

The shadow of death has not spared this place.

Lor'themar sighed inwardly as his remaining eye looked at the banshees floating above the tower. Those ghostly creatures were once their compatriots, but Arthas twisted them into deformed creatures.

"There can't be anyone alive here."

"Let's go back quickly, I don't want to be here for a moment..." Halduron hid behind a tree. With his experience, he was safe, but the arrow that suddenly appeared from the trunk not only interrupted the

His words also subverted his cognition.

In panic, Halduron's only reaction was to stand blankly, staring at the arrow that was only an inch away from his forehead with wide eyes.

"You idiot." Lor'themar roared, pulling Halduron back, and the two fell to the ground at the same time. At the same time, another arrow followed and shot through the tree.

"Enemy attack! Concealment!"
Chapter completed!