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There was no one in Taquilin? Nathanos was disappointed. The undead were also entrenched here. After driving them away, he found the command post originally set up here. Pushing open the damaged bead curtain at the entrance of the command post, he seemed to see

Back to the scene of the past. In my memory, Alleria was standing right opposite the door, assigning tasks to everyone incessantly.

"Could it be that... everyone is in Silvermoon City?" Nathanos sat on an old chair and thought, is he going to go to that once magnificent city?

No! He leaned on the chair and held his forehead with his hands. He must not go to Silvermoon City. He could not let others discover his traces. Before meeting Alleria, he did not want to conflict with the blood elves.

Nathanos' laziness is not on the same level as his thoughts. Having lost his ability to recover, he now has to minimize the burden on his body in everything he does. But he is no longer alone, with two undead dogs nestled at his feet.

No matter what, you can't drive them away.

Since they want to follow you, then take them with you! Maybe they can sometimes play a role. For example, they can smell the enemy, and they will make a fierce look to remind Nathanos that someone is approaching.

"Who is it again?" Noticing that the undead dog was attacking as he thought, Nathanos stood up. There were sounds of fighting outside, the sound of a ghoul being cut into two pieces, and the disappearance of a banshee.

The screams that came out. And...

"It's a troll." Nathanos sneered. He almost forgot that there was another kind of intelligent creature active in the elves' homeland. They came here and clashed with the undead!

"There's only carrion and rotten bones here, Overseer! No sign of white skin or pointed ears."

"Looks like they've given up on this place!"

The voice then burst into wanton laughter.

"Huh?" Nathanos frowned inside the house. The tone of the guy who asserted that there were no elves here felt very familiar to him. He walked out, and two undead dogs followed him.

With its oak leaf-like skin, strange oaths, and strong body, it is definitely an Amani troll.

"There's another guy."

Everyone followed this shout, and all the trolls looked at Nathanos who appeared at the same time. But the undead only cared about their leader.

"I thought it was someone!" Nathanos crossed his arms and said slowly, "It turns out to be you. Your name is... Zujin, right?"

"Do you know me?" the leader of the trolls asked.

Nathanos nodded, but Zuljin's appearance seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. His right eye was hollow, and there were hideous scars in the eye socket, which were caused by sharp weapons. His left hand was also cut off.

The upper body was covered with a kind of black lines, which spread in the blood like poisoning, but he didn't look like he was suffering from illness. The most special thing was that his purple hair turned into a head full of white hair. Nathano

Si has never seen a gray-haired troll. The Amani trolls have the habit of eating living people, including their own people. They will only treat old trolls as delicious meals.

What on earth...has he experienced?

Nathanos asked curiously: "I remember that the arrow should have hit your heart, and I also applied poison on my face. How did you... say that?"

"It turns out it's you!" Zujin glared at Nathanos fervently. Anger, hatred, and even joy appeared on his thin face at the same time. "It was you who sneaked up on me and kept me from paying attention.

I've been looking for you for a long time, and I've been looking for the owner of this arrow!" The troll warlord took out a broken bow and arrow and threw it at Nathanos' feet.

After so many years, he could still tell that it was his own bow and arrow.

"I still want to know how you survived."

"Survived? Ha...!!!" Zujin laughed, and then yelled at Nathanos: "Look at my appearance, take a good look! Do you see my blindness? You see that I only see

Is there an arm left? Have you seen my wound?" After that, he pulled off the thin purple coat on his body, exposing the location of his heart.

Nathanos, who was no longer breathing, still felt a breath of cold air and a chill on his back. A frightening wound appeared on Zujin's heart, and all the black lines on the troll's body came from

This wound.

"You still haven't answered my question."

Nathanos's indifferent expression made Zujin's eyes bloodshot. He had already clenched the ax in his right hand and gave a low and strange smile, "You want to know? I am also happy to share it with you."

"I'm listening."

"When I was shot through the heart by your arrow and on the verge of death, I called Loa, Bwonsamdi, the powerful god of death of our troll family! I begged him not to take away my soul, and he agreed, and I

Made...a deal! Just for revenge, revenge against the Alliance, revenge against the elves, and you! I want to chop off your head in my dreams!"

Nathanos laughed after hearing his story.

"Why are you laughing?" Zujin yelled and asked.

"You almost have the word hate written all over your face, Zuljin. It seems that you hate Bwonsamdi as much as you hate me. Your right eye, your left arm, and these unknown things on your body...

…Are all the things his masterpiece?”

"That's right! These are the things I show my sincerity to him. He kept me alive and gave me a new life. I am better now than I have ever been before."

Nathanos clapped his hands, and the sound of "papapapa" tested Zujin's endurance.

"This is the first time I heard someone praise the God of Death, and flatter him in such a fresh and refined manner. You said all these words just to make your god happy."

This taunt worked, ending the cynicism between the two people. Zujin raised the ax in front of his face, licked it with his tongue, enjoying the smell of blood that intoxicated him, "Compared to my praise, he is more

If you want to die, your death is the best sacrifice to him!"

"Can't you see the other eye?" Nathanos said, spreading his hands. "I'm dead!"

"Really? Then you are really lucky. Having experienced death, you should not be afraid of this process. I believe Bwonsamdi will be happy to see you enter the real kingdom of death!"

"Then please help me say hello to him first!" Nathanos took out Quel'Delar from his waist. When he was arguing with Zujin just now, he had already seen clearly the number and configuration of this troll team.

.Although his strength has declined after the Lich King's influence disappeared, he is still more than capable of dealing with these barbaric creatures!
Chapter completed!