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The black transport ship was walking through the sea under the starry sky, and the whispers were lingering in his mind. At first it was very weak, but now it never stopped. The closer it was to Kalimdo, the higher the frequency of the sounds. He even avoided it when he focused his attention elsewhere. The long-term lingering sounds of these sounds are now inseparable from him, but Nathanos did not pay any attention.

‘In the wilderness…, she bound…the soul, a desolate place.’

It warned over and over again, and intermittently told the betrayal it had experienced again and again.

The Withered Man closed the Book of Medivh in his hand and recited a spell in his mind. The Guardian's legacy suddenly appeared and disappeared in front of him. This book almost covers the entire past of Azeroth, the development of human civilization, and the rich magic knowledge on it. Although Nathanos is not a wizard, he can still gain something from various strange magic runes. Thanks to the Book of Medivh, Nathanos learned about the origin of the Blood Sail Pirate.

Many years ago in Kurtiras, a nobleman named Farewell was the strongest competitor of Admiral Dalyn Proudmore at that time. He owned a large amount of property and dozens of warships. Since the outbreak of the Third World War, Farewell received accusations for not wanting to participate in the war. He left Kurtiras and became a pirate leader. When he left, he also took away many warships of Kurtiras, and Dalyn Proudmore hated him very much. Therefore, Nathanos told Rivegaz that to deal with the Blood Sail Pirates, he only needed to hire a Kurtiras man and spread the news about Ferrivar to Dalyn.

Recalling his deal with Rivegaz, Nathanos still felt frightened. No matter what, the Forgotten must not place hope on the living, but they cannot draw a line with the living, otherwise they will be almost the same as the Scourge. Nathanos thought carefully that the Forgotten needs to deal with the living. He first aimed at the goblins. Looking at the entire Azeroth, only this race can have no bottom line for money. If even the goblins are unwilling to deal with the undead, then...

Nathanos shook his head and stopped thinking about what he was afraid of. He began to focus on the sound. The sound began two days ago, when Nathanos was blowing the sea breeze on the deck. It had been several days since, and who was talking to him. He asked more than once: "Who are you?"

Like the previous few times, when he wanted to know the other person's identity, the voice disappeared. I don't know if it was difficult to speak or Nathanos interrupted him.

The ship full of wood crossed a huge wave. On the dark night, there was no lighthouse. To ensure the direction, Nathanos gave the pilot a compass. The huge stalactite hung from the top of the cave like a sword of fate.

Only by giving all the tedious things can Nathanos have enough energy to think about where they should go after arriving in Kalimdo.

‘Desolate land.’

The wither looked up and glanced around, believing that he was the only one in the room, but he always felt that someone was peering at him with a grin.

"This place is not a good place to hear the name." Nathanos tried not to mind. The more he did this, the more anxious the other party would be.

The whisperer was silent for a while at him. "Release my soul, Maraton... belongs to you."

The undead blinked and used spells to make the Book of Medivh appear in front of him again.

Maraton? Maraton! There are indeed records of this place in the book, but there is only one sentence: Maraton, the cemetery of the Centaur tribe.

"The dead are finally in the dust, but I don't want to be buried underground."

‘Close your eyes, close your eyes…’

Nathanos shook his head, shocked that he felt tired and sleepy. The Withered One shouted in his heart that it was impossible. He had long been dead, he no longer needed to eat or sleep. But the feeling at this time was not fake, everything in his sight began to blur. An external force was trying to pull him into his dream.

‘Close your eyes!’

Nathanos's head fell on the table, his muscles relaxed, and his spiritual senses swam to another place.

This is a lake, and at this moment he is standing on the calm lake surface. There is no ripples appear when he is walking.

"Is it a fantasy?" Nathanos looked down at his reflection. Behind him, another voice sounded.

"It's just a little power in the Emerald Dream."

As the Withered One turned, his pale yellow eyes looked down at him. Nathanos, the guardian of the jungle, had seen a few of these half-human and half-deer creatures, said to be the descendants of Senarius.

"Who are you?" Nathanos asked absent-mindedly, "I've asked this question many times."

The guardian of the jungle raised his left claw like a tree branch and condensed his mind. After a while, a green light flashed in his palm, and the light gradually became dazzling. Nathanos stared at the thing he summoned.

This light reflects a picture - Desert. Kalimdo is not lacking in such a scene. Nathanos couldn't find anything worthy of his attention for a moment.

The Guardian of the Jungle moved his hand to Nathanos, allowing the Wither to see more clearly.

The Forgotten leader saw clearly, and he saw the rolling dust and smoke. It was a war. But strangely, both sides of the fight were actually centaurs. The only difference was the totem on them.

"They are killing each other? It's so funny!"

"They are my children." The Guardian of the Jungle spoke, and successfully attracted Nathanos's surprise gaze. "My name is Zalta, the direct descendant of the demigod Senarius."

Nathanos looked at Zalta silently. His appearance was somewhat different from Senarius. If it weren't for his ability to bring himself into a dream, Nathanos would never believe that the one standing in front of him was Senarius's son.

Zalta's dead-wood-like face showed an uneasy expression. When the picture in his hand disappeared, he urgently waited for Nathanos to give him a reaction.

"It's just you whispering to me? What do you want to do?"

Zarta finally breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Nathanos would not be interested in everything he saw, "I need your help, outsider."

The guardian of the jungle was talking, and his hands began to shine again. The light shone across the entire lake, and the surrounding environment changed accordingly.

Nathanos found himself coming to the scene in the picture just now. On the plain in the distance, the bloody conflict between the centaurs continued, with incomprehensible language mixed with shouts. The barbarity of this race is no less than that of trolls, and is even more cruel than trolls.

When Nathanos turned around, he found that Zalta's eyes were slowly fading and his brows gradually frowned. Pain and anger were twisted into new emotions, making his face look ugly, as if something was impacting his soul.

Sorrow and anger! Nathanos was very familiar with the times. It was a kind of emotion from betrayal, a betrayal from the closest relatives. The look of the guardian of the jungle looked at the centaur, which made Nathanos convinced that what he had just said was true.

"You said they were your descendants. When you watched them face each other, wouldn't you go and stop them?"

"It's best if they kill each other!"

The Forgotten leader laughed, "Lie is the best medicine to hide true thoughts."

"Lie can come true, I hope they disappear, they... are my sins."

"You treat your offspring as sin? Do you think their mother will agree?"

Zarta clenched his right fist, as if the bones were shattered from inside. Nathanos glanced at him, and it seemed that he had talked about the other party's pain. However, this also aroused the curiosity of the Withered One. Centaur is Zarta's descendant, so who did he combine to give birth to such a barbaric creature? Looking at the centaur, except for the appearance of a half-human and a half-beast, there was no jungle guardian or tree demon at all.

Perhaps he realized that he was too excited, Zarta immediately calmed down. He was the son of Senarius, and it was easy to do this.

"Their mother is called Seledes, and she is also the reason why I look for you."

Zarta picked up the dust on the ground with both hands like a kind father treating his beloved son. When he sprinkled it casually, the sand fell with the wind, but instead of returning to the ground, it sank into the lake just now.

The Son of Cenarius looked at everything he did with admiration. Now he could not feel the pain that the fight between the centaurs just now brought to him, but he knew that they still existed - as long as this was the case, the curse on him would not be lifted.

"I haven't heard of this name, who is she?" Nathanos asked, vaguely feeling that Zalta's search for him was likely to be related to this Thredes.

Zalta didn't want to discuss her with Nathanos, the Guardian of the Jungle shook his head. He hoped Nathanos could understand, but the curiosity of the Withered can only be eliminated.

"You see the original nature of the Centaur. What do you think?"

"Can I say you have no way to teach your children?"

Zarta smiled bitterly, "Their birth is wrong, outsiders. Centaurs have no reason at all, they should be eliminated."

"This is the first time I have seen a father like you."

"Then have you seen a child who killed his closest relative?"

"What?" Nathanos looked at Zalta with wide eyes, and his strong grief awakened from his heart. How could he have never seen him, whether it was Alsace or him...

"So you are like me, dead!"

"Death is not scary, what is scary is that I cannot get rest."

The Withered Frown frowned. According to his understanding, people like the Druid or the Jungle Guardian will also go to the Emerald Dream after death. How could they not get rest? Did something unexpected happen that left Zalta's soul in the material world?

This speculation was quickly confirmed, and Zarta nodded and admitted.

As things got to this point, Nathanos fell silent, his scarlet eyes lowered to look at his reflection. Zalta began to tell his dilemma: After Zalta was killed by the centaur, Seledes brought Zalta's soul into a cave and imprisoned for unknown purposes. And that cave was Maraton.

"So you want me to help you deal with Thredes and liberate your soul."

"Yes, I need your help. If you defeat Thredes, I'm willing to give you anything I can."

Nathanos felt strange. As Zalta's identity, the night elves should not care. Why did he ask him to help him? But no matter how Nathanos asked, Zalta shook his head and refused to answer. The withered could only give up and instead asked more important questions.

"What kind of place is Maraton...?"...

"Wind?Wind?Nathanos!"

The increasingly rapid shouting brought Nathanos's consciousness back into his body. The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Veronara.

"What's wrong?"

The Dark Ranger was stunned. She should have asked this question.

"Nothing, wither. We can already see the coastline of Kalimdo."

Nathanos nodded, "Tell Tatsel that if you cannot reach Kalimdo before dawn, stay on the sea for one day and then dock at night."

"As for order." Veronara closed the door.

Nathanos looked at the Book of Medivh on the table. Desolate Land? This should be a place name, Nathanos flipped through useful information on the book.

Finally he realized that it was a huge abandoned land. A son of the demigod Senarius and the princess of the chaotic earth element combined to create the centaur, and sadly the centaur killed their father. Later, due to the constant struggle of the centaurs, the desolate land became a wilderness.

"Princess Earth Element!" Nathanos couldn't help but smile. No wonder Zalta couldn't speak out. The guards who guard nature actually walked with the servants of the ancient gods! No wonder Zalta couldn't get help from the night elves or his brothers and sisters. His behavior itself was a curse, which even shamed Senarius. The Centaur race, as Zalta said, was his sin!

But... why? Why did Seredes imprison Zalta's soul? What purpose did she have? Nathanos became more and more curious, his eyes swept at the information of Princess Earth Element.

Thrades, the daughter of the earth element lord Thrassen, defeated her, it would be an indelible bond with the earth element. However, Zalta had already agreed to the conditions offered by Nathanos, which was what the Forgotten had dreamed of.

Nathanos began to weigh the pros and cons, and he wished he was now a goblin who could take any risks for the sake of his interests.

The wither thought for a long time, and a voice in his heart became louder and louder.

Why not? Elements cannot get rid of the boundaries of the plane, and even if Serassian knows that something happened to his daughter, he can't do anything. Of course, the most important thing is that the forgotten needs his own territory, and the forgotten needs to hide!
Chapter completed!