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The world loomed in front of his eyes, perhaps because of the flying snow. This land was different from him. There was no reason, no emotion, only hatred. At least except for the last one, he also had the first two. The confusion was deeply rooted in his mind.

The corners of his heart twisted like vines through his rotten core. The man he once was had been killed, and his presence was now tainting the farm he once called home.

What is the meaning of his existence?

He continued to immerse himself in teasing his two undead dogs. They also died, and now they are resurrected. Whether in life or after death, these two "good dogs" have always followed him loyally.

At this moment, they are rubbing their master's palm with their fleshless mouths.

How long has it been since he was resurrected? This question is meaningless. Death brings curses and eternity. All his actions now are aimless. After being freed from the control of the Lich King, he no longer needs

On a mission to spread destruction to every corner of the land, ravaging the lands his human souls once loved.

Now, he has lost the qualification to love it and just wants to stay in the farm. He is not sure how long he can stay here. He really hopes that he can stay like this forever.

'To hell with Veronara and Enya's warnings.'

After a moment, he suddenly remembered that this day was the Winter Veil Festival. His thoughts suddenly drifted into the distance! On that day, he still remembered that Alleria came here to find him, and they talked about each other's wedding. His family members all

Today, my father and mother are busy preparing sumptuous food, and my cousin Stephen is building a snowman with his father in the snow. It is really a peaceful and peaceful scene.

The snowmen in his memory were stacked very well, just like the one in front of him.

Snowman? Nathanos stared at the snowman in front of him in astonishment.

Is this... what I stacked?

He blinked to make sure this was not a fantasy. When he recalled it just now, he didn't seem to be in a daze, but instead built a snowman.

Two hounds circled around the snowman, looking curiously at the "fourth guy" here. One of the dogs even made a paw print on it with his paw.

"Not even close." Nathanos became interested, smiled and drew an arc on the snowman's face with his hand, which was a smile.

This snowman is also smiling, just like him. But happiness is not only expressed by smiles, but also by eyes. Nathanos picked up a branch from the ground and carved it on the snowman's face. If it hadn't been for the sudden arrow

The arrow penetrated the snowman's head, and this new companion was born!

He turned to face the attacker. Was it the Scarlet Crusaders? Or was it an assassin from MI7?

Nathanos squinted his eyes. No! They were three cloaked figures, approaching him. Behind them, there were human knights and infantry. There was a movement in the air, and Nathanos turned his head to look.

On the roof of his home, ten masked humans were glaring at him murderously. He knew these people, agents from Stormwind City's MI7.

The guy standing among these people was not masked. He had deep brown eyes, and as the leader of an assassin organization, he showed no pretense. Nathanos knew him, he was Mathias, the leader of MI7.

Shore.

Is he finally here? Nathanos smiled. It seems that Stormwind City needs to find another spy master.

These were the only people he saw coming to surround him, but Nathanos suspected that there were more hidden around him. It had been a long time since he had seen so many living people in Lordaeron. Shaw had undoubtedly prepared something for him.

A great gift.

Just when he was about to ask these living people, the cloaked man standing in the middle shouted an order. The figures on both sides took aim together, shooting a large rain of not-sharp arrows at his hound. Nathanos' "companion"

"They fell heavily to the ground. Every time they tried to get up, more arrows would push them back down.

'Why don't they just give me the dog, or give me a treat?'

Nathanos did not continue to think about why these cloaked men did not do this, perhaps because they wanted to catch him. But no matter what the reason was, he would not give in.

The nose that still had the sense of smell twitched and sniffed, which usually helped him identify the other party's identity, but what he smelled surprised him. Nathanos could tell that those people were elves just by looking at their long ears, but

When he smelled the scent of the other party, the thought of resisting suddenly disappeared. Instead, his movements were uncontrollable trembling. Nathanos's eyes stretched to their maximum size. Why is she here? Why her?

Bring these people to surround and suppress you.

The elf standing in the middle gave another order, but this time everyone present could hear the vibrato in her words.

As arrow after arrow forced him to his knees, the fear and frustration of being beaten swept through Nathanos' body.

"Nathanos!"

A female voice called out his name.

No! This is impossible!! Why?

He knelt on the ground and struggled with his hands on the wet ground. The pain in his legs was a long-lost feeling. Since he escaped from the control of the Lich King, he has regained most of his senses. At the same time, he also began to be affected by emotions. Doubts

It made him stiff all over, and even worse, it made him burn inside. He wanted to kill these people, and then only he and her were left. He wanted to ask her why she did this!

But something in the cloaked woman's voice brought unending sadness to him. The name Nathanos became a command, and with that single word she tapped into the rage that had taken over his soul and took full control of him.

"Nathanos!" She said again, this time with a cry. It was as if she was asking the owner of this name not to resist.

"Nathanos!" As his name rang out for the third time, his clenched fists unclenched, and he raised his head to face it all.

That voice. Of course...

...It's Alleria.

She pulled down her hood, and the dim light of the Plague Land illuminated her elf face. The smooth skin full of vitality did not wither and dim like this land. The golden hair was as shining as he remembered.

She is still alive!

Nathanos was happy for a second that he had seen Alleria with his own eyes. But when he realized that Alleria had regarded him as an enemy, sadness clogged his throat. The female elf's eyes were full of energy at this moment.

It's sadness and pain.

Another arrow hit him in the shoulder. Nathanos glanced down, and in his sight were the twitching hounds lying on the ground. They were also uncomfortable, and their eyes were fixed on their master. He and them

As helpless as he was, Nathanos' eyes fell to his fingers. The surging hatred diluted his excitement of meeting Alleria again.

"Alleria!" Furious words burst out from his chapped lips. He wanted to explain and wanted Alleria to stop this crazy behavior.

"I'm here to find you, my love. To help you... get rid of yourself."

"I did not become a minion of the Lich King. I have my own will. I am different from the undead natural disasters that destroyed Quel'Thalas." He roared, "Why do you want to destroy me like you destroyed those monsters?

"

Alleria struggled and waved her hands, as if to argue that this was not her intention: "Then what is the difference between you and Arthas? He killed his father, and you killed your mother!" Tears slid down the female elf's face.

The face hurt Nathanos's heart even more. How could she...

"I... don't want to see you like this." Alleria raised her bow and arrow, aimed at her lover's head, and then murmured in a voice that Nathanos couldn't hear: "Beloriel doesn't want to see you either.

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A dark sneer twisted Nathanos's gray-brown lips. The haze that controlled his mind had long since dissipated, and the thought of revenge against the Lich King made him clench his fists countless times. Anger and hatred were still devouring his heart, but

When his will was back under his control, the person he cared about most, the person he had sacrificed his life to save, came here with a group of villains, trying to bury him in the loess.

Nathanos stood up, and the rangers guarding Alleria were immediately on alert.

"Alleria?"

A call is worth a thousand words, it is both a question and a plea. Even though the female elf was frozen in front of him, he still stretched out his hand to her. She stared at the hand that once held hers, so warm?

"I'm sorry, Nathanos. I can't watch you live like this."

The last trace of his heart collapsed, his pain could not be concealed, shock and disbelief were revealed. She could no longer look at him, tears filled her eyes. She forced herself to draw the bowstring, but found that Xiao Er on the roof was using

Looking at her with sympathy and approval, Alleria trembled violently and clasped her fingers.

"Alleria?" Nathanos's voice followed her.

She closed her eyes, tears rolling down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'm really sorry."

"Alleria?...Alleria!"

She abandoned him. How could she abandon him like this? She understood him. She understood him better than anyone in the world, even better than himself. She had always understood him. His thoughts suddenly flew back to the previous page.

On a winter curtain, they were bathed in the orange firelight of the scarecrow and soaked in the clear light of the moon. He hugged her tightly and begged her.

'Don't leave me, Alleria. No matter what happens, no matter what, don't leave me.'

'I would never, Nathanos. I would never!'

Oh, yes. The promise of each other was so gentle at that moment. But now, she made the opposite choice - she rejected him, she wanted him to get the so-called rest.

'It seems no one can deny you anything, Nathanos. Especially not me.'

Memories held him back and grabbed his heart, but there was a picture in his mind that was more vivid than any memory and more convincing to him than any words. It convinced him to persist and drag this body with him.

Meeting Alleria, in his imagination, she would accept him instead of how she does now.

"Then give me a pleasure!!!" Nathanos roared.

A happy way to die...

...on the plague-infected land of Maris Farm!

Nathanos was spread out on the rotten wooden board. The cold wind was whistling in his face. He could not hear the heartbeat, which made him feel at ease. The blood pumped out flowed into the farmland. He stared.

He closed his eyes, unblinking, looking at the high huts and the more distant stars. It was daytime, but he could see. Then...he closed his eyes, and heard the last words before losing consciousness.

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“Vendel’o eranu.”

"Finally... we have reached this moment. I must thank Alleria. She extinguished the last hope in Nathanos's heart, the hope for the living." A raven stayed on a nearby branch.
To be continued...