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"Since we have decided to go to Malfurio," Brox said casually, "How do you plan to go to the Black Dragon's lair?"

"Cleostroz told me where Nesario's nest was, and we could only get there as fast as possible."

Nathanos and Brox rode on the Night Blade Leopard given to them by Garod. This scene seemed familiar. Whenever I think of Deathwing, Nathanos would recall his experience of going to Grimbato.

"But it takes too much time to get there! And, we will expose ourselves. The Burning Legion's assassins may have been dispatched!"

The demon secretly installed spies in the Rebel Army, the undead and orcs, and they may have been on the blacklist of the demons after they participated in the war to defeat the Burning Legion.

"Then you can only fight." Nathanos responded, "We can't use any magic when we go there. Nesario is very alert to magic defense. Now I'm worried about Malfurio..."

"Are you worried about his safety? The dragon said that there was a dragon next to the druid, and I don't think they would fail easily."

"Nezario has the dragon soul on his hand. That treasure will scare all dragon clans except the black dragon." He looked at his companion this time, "And what I am worried about is not Malfurio's safety. I don't have a good impression of that guy. I'm worried that he will be exposed too early. Then Nezario will definitely be vigilant. It will be even more troublesome to obtain the dragon soul at that time."

Brox nodded. They had been setting off for an hour. Nathanos urged the Night Blade Leopard to rush on the way. His Night Blade Leopard was beautiful in shape and ran forward like lightning, while the undead companions followed closely.

The two of them were speechless, because they not only had to be careful of the road ahead, but also to beware of any dangers around them. The night passed quietly, and they were safe and far away. When the sun was about to rise, Nathanos stopped.

"Be alert!" he said, looking at the sparse hills ahead, "there may be danger behind those hills."

The trees on the mountain are relatively sparse, so many gaps are exposed, so it is easy to be ambushed in such places.

Brox nodded in agreement: "The enemy will use the hills to attack us in the north. There is a wide view and you can clearly see the road. We'd better not take that road."

"Is there anyone among the orcs who are as sensible as you?" Nathanos looked around and fed the night sword leopards with the food he carried. The food on them was enough to eat these night sword leopards.

For a strong warrior like Brox, the pickled dried meat was definitely not delicious food, but he had experienced even more difficult times. Nathanos didn't need to eat, but Brox ate very delicious. Orcs were never picky about food. His appearance made Nathanos subconsciously deliver the food to his mouth several times, but this situation attracted Brox's ridicule.

Night is approaching

"The Night Blade Leopard has rested under the tree," Nathanos said after dinner. "I suggest you rest as well. When you wake up, we will continue to rush."

"I should be on guard."

Nathanos shook his head, and he was fiddling with the bow and arrow that Senarius gave him, the material was like Brox's tomahawk, but it looked too simple, like a curved branch.

"I don't need sleep, don't worry."

The security matter was resolved by this sentence. Brox rested on a rock. Nathanos jumped easily onto a steep rock. He held the battle bow in his hand and watched around like an owl.

Even though he couldn't sleep, the arrival of night made Nathanos's thinking disconnect from reality. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that his body seemed to have changed. His right thumb rubbed his palm, but it was not the feeling of touching the dry and dehydrated skin, but the full flesh and blood, like a living person. Nathanos shivered in shock and gasped, as if he had just avoided a fatal attack.

Nathanos thought someone had secretly cast magic on him, but everything was silent everywhere, and only Brox's regular breathing was heard. The undead gradually calmed down. He looked down at his hand, and there was no change, but he didn't know whether to be happy or regretful.

Brox's eyes opened, the sky was about to break out, and the orcs were judging the approximate time in their hearts. It was already dawn, and the undead were still standing guard.

Nathanos stood up, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, "Are you awake?"

The two sat on the ground on the rock, talking while paying attention to the surrounding environment, "Are you sure you don't have to rest?"

“I have lost the ability to rest.”

The Greenskin Warrior shrugged his shoulders: "Orc warriors can sleep with their eyes open and ready to fight at any time."

Nathanos looked at the orc and said, "You are so strong."

The veteran seemed to be very helpful to this praise, but said, "For me, the glorious moment has passed."

"I have always believed that when a person dies in battle, the moment of glory will pass. But now, I'm wrong."

The orc's face suddenly darkened a lot, "In the orc civilization, only by sacrificing glory on the battlefield can you get glory. Maybe... your glory has just begun."

"My glory?" Nathanos frowned slightly.

Brox knew that Nathanos was a dead soul. To his surprise, the pale human was actually restored to freedom. As an orc who knew some shamanic teachings, Brox felt that his companion had an incredible past.

"The Undead..." Brox said, "Can you tell me your name?"

"What does a name mean to a dead person?"

"The Grand Chief Orgrim also died, but the entire tribe remembered his name because he was a hero. For the victims, their names were a model of respect for future generations."

Nathanos sighed, "Well said, I've been taught. My name is Nathanos..., a participant in the Second and Third Wars."

"Really? It seems you are a veteran!"

"You want to say I'm the same as you?" Nathanos looked at Brox jokingly.

"No, you've experienced something I haven't."

The undead nodded slightly, and he looked at his hand again, the folds on it were like his whole life.

"How many people are like you?" the orc asked suddenly.

"One Kingdom! No..." Nathanos shook his head, "Many Kingdoms!"

"I mean, the undead who is as free as you."

Brox's question stunned Nathanos, remembering Veronara and Enya, the two dark rangers who had hoped that he would lead the undead who had recovered their freedom, but Nathanos refused at that time.

"Maybe there are many more...I don't know."

"How are their situation?"

"I don't know!" Nathanos's voice trembled slightly, "but I think... it should be bad."

"Why not help them?"

Nathanos had guessed that Brox would ask this question, but he didn't know how to answer him. He wanted to directly express that he didn't want to help the undead, but a voice in his heart told him that he could not say this.

So Nathanos could only answer: "I can't even save myself. Can you tell me the reason for the existence of a dead man? I don't even know what I can do in this form, or... what does what I do have. This is what I want to know the most. If there is one thing that can drive me forward, it is to avenge the Lich King."

"You can't do it alone."

"Do I want to count on living people?"

"why not?"

Nathanos snorted coldly, and he deliberately turned his head to prevent Brox from discovering that his eyes were full of anger.

"I would rather believe in the dead!" The undead thought about it carefully after saying this, and couldn't help but be startled by his words.

"If you don't believe in living people, you won't sit next to me."
Chapter completed!