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"Cleaning the battlefield and burning all the bodies of the Alliance." Nathanos ordered, then turned his gaze to the Thunder Axe Fortress not far from Jenier's outpost. The Alliance's camp did have a wide view, but it brought a problem - they were sandwiched between two forces.

On one side is the Thunder Axe Fortress blocking the road ahead, and the other threat comes from Sagron to the east of the camp in Yenier. According to Belmont, there are creatures with cracked hooves, messy haired lamb legs, goat-like horns, razor-like claws and a long lion's tail.

This is undoubtedly Sartre.

What Nathanos didn't expect was that the impact of Saves ten thousand years ago still exists today. Now the Withered One must immediately decide whether to ignore the Sartres and directly attack the Thunder Axe Fortress? Or should you eliminate all threats first and then consider the orc territory?

"How is the situation in Sagron?" Nathanos confirmed to Nermont again.

"The monster we found, which is what you call Sartre, is there, not a lot of them. I suggest we can ignore them."

"No." Nathanos directly rejected Belmont's proposal. He walked to the watchtower built of wood so that everyone could see himself. Then he whispered: "Forsaken! We have come to this land that has not yet been divided, and we will seize control of it. In the wasteland of the desolate land is a cave full of vitality and resources, and there is a spacious space and is very suitable for us to survive. We want to find it. Look there!" He pointed to the coast to the west, "The coastline of the desolate land has no rugged landforms, and the terrain is very suitable for us to establish a port. However, no matter how satisfied the conditions are, we must hold it firmly in our hands. Now,

A group of orcs who believe in demons entrenched here; the scars left by the Burning Legion also tried to touch the land we were about to get; the centaurs in the desolate land only knew how to fight each other. We will destroy them and then take over here!" Nathanos's eyes swept over each of the Forsaken Legion below. He knew that they all had the same thoughts as him. "There are only hundreds of forgetting people who came here to open up the world, but there are more Forsaken people who deserve to be saved struggling in Lordaeron. They are all curses of death, but we must never abandon them, because they are like us. Never forget the difference between us and the Scourge. The flesh and blood have long been dead, but the soul is still burning."

A roar sounded. All the Forgotten Ones were waving their weapons. Nathanos laughed, knowing that there were many enemies to deal with next, but they would definitely control the desolate land.

"Forgotten, get ready to act!"

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Theramo

Jaina stood on the dock and waited for guests from the north of Kalimdo. On weekdays, she would only stay in her mage tower and do some magical research. But today, the night elves' mission will arrive at Port Theramo and will most likely formally propose to join the league.

"Ms. Jaina."

"What's wrong, Twash?" asked the leader Theramore with a smile. Twash was her consultant and a wizard like her.

The consultant whispered: "There is an abnormal situation. The Alliance's outpost at the desolate land suddenly disappeared."

"Desolate Land." Jaina raised a puzzled brow, "I remember Captain Bendicats sending someone to Theramore every week."

"Yes." Twash nodded, "According to the rules, today is the time when he sent people, but so far, no messenger has come to Theramore. I am worried about what went wrong with them. Should I send someone to see?"

Jaina's eyes shone towards the sea, and she shrank her robe on her body, and it was indeed very cold when the sea breeze blew on her body.

"Not for now, Bendicat may have forgotten, or the messenger has been delayed on the road. Let's wait a little longer and concentrate on receiving the messengers of the night elves."

"As you wish, ma'am." Twash slowly retreated.

The weather outside Theramo today was not good, with waves rolling in the cloudy air. For Jaina, such weather is common for people in Kultilas, and she hopes that it will be the same for the night elves. In order to give the league a place in Kalimdo, Jaina spent several months negotiating with the night elves. It was not easy to get the proud Kadores to join the league, and Jaina herself didn't know how it was done.

The Night Elf is undoubtedly a powerful foreign player. Thinking of them, Jaina naturally thought of the former high elves. Quelthalas's experience was similar to Lordaeron, but he almost destroyed the country. Jaina heard the Night Elf say that Kelthus followed a demon. She was very helpless in the comparison. The noble prince who was blonde like her also asked for help from the alliance, but for various reasons, Kelthus no longer placed his hope on the alliance. Jaina could only wish that he would not follow the old path of Alsace.

The female mage's eyes fell on the female elf Isulia beside her. She was a high elf mage and gave Jaina the order to become the portal trainer of Theramore.

In addition to humans and dwarves, this port city also has some high elves, but these people are all mages of Dalaran, who came here with her to settle here.

"Ysulia, are you okay?"

"Of course, ma'am." Isulia wondered why Jaina asked. She was thinking that today's course might be postponed.

"I have heard from the Cardores that the High Elves seem to be unpopular with them."

After hearing this, the female elf blinked and said that she did not agree with Jaina's words. Her voice was cold and just like her usual treatment of others, "What Kadores don't like is not us, but magic."

The human female mage character frozes, nods in agreement,

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The man named Kelane, who was about to kill Nathanos, called himself the prince and called himself the son of Savis. The Withered One looked at Sartre coldly. Other guys who looked very similar to him died. Most of them died in assassination, and a small number of them, like Kelane, would at least die after seeing Nathanos.

Originally, Veronara strongly opposed Nathanos's action alone, but the Forgotten must concentrate on attacking the Thunder Axe Fortress. In order to avoid unnecessary losses, the Withered Dogs decided to only bring his two Withered Dogs to destroy Sageron's Sartre. As a result, he turned out to be right. These mobs were easier to deal with than Nathanos imagined. They didn't know how to unite and cooperate at all, but just wandered here to find all the magic that could be sucked, and even had a dispute over it. Therefore, when Nathanos launched the attack, the Sartres did not notice that their companions were decreasing one by one. Keren was the last one.

The dawn passed through the dark clouds in the sky, leaving slender scattered spots on the ruins of the ancient building. The gray marble reflected the body of Sartre lying on the ground.

"A dead?" It was naturally Kerrion who spoke. He stared at the blade in Nathanos's hand carefully, and could confirm that it must be the craft of the night elf. But he cared more about whether Nathanos would bring Salamaine closer to him, because the sword had reached his neck now. "There are no dead here? Do you have to do this? I believe you are the dead who survived the attack on Mount Hygar with Lord Archmond. Listen to me, we are all creatures of the Burning Legion!"

"Of course." Nathanos replied. "The demons created the Lich King, and the Lich King created us again. But this does not mean that we will be loyal to the Legion."

Nathanos took a step forward and raised Salamani in the air with both hands - a sign that Kelane would die next. Kelane then felt angry because Nathanos had no intention of letting him go at all, and he was very contemptuous of the Burning Legion.

"You will regret it, the undead. Your rotten flesh that should have rotted underground!"

Nathanos couldn't help but gritted his teeth, but he immediately suppressed the disgust in his heart. The emotions could not be controlled by the other party. Otherwise, Nathanos would not be able to calmly force Sartre to ask him, and he would not be able to get the answer he wanted.

"The reason you are still alive is because you still have value," said Nathanos. "When I attacked here, the other Sartres were competing for the magic resources here, but you were alone in the corner and performing what rituals were you doing?"

"Ha! Do you think I'll tell you?" said Careyne. "I'm Careyne, the son of Saves."

"This can be left on your tombstone." Nathanos interrupted him.

He ignored Sartre's childish practice of trying to anger him. "As far as I know, it is an extremely painful process to transform the night elves into Sartre. I will give you another chance to answer my question and I can let you go. If you still refuse, I will let you taste ten times the pain of becoming what you are now!"

"Are you threatening me?" Carlyon showed a smug look at Nathanos. "Do you think I'm afraid?"

He was obviously not afraid, the Withered One knew this, but he would scare this Sartre.

"You made a wrong decision." Nathanos murmured to him. He withdrew his sword and turned around and gave a look at his "pet".
Chapter completed!