………

A group of velociraptors followed them for several miles, keeping their spell range. One of them looked back sideways and found them roaring for a while, then ran away with their ears drooping. Thankfully, the crisis-ridden Arachi Heights were almost over. At this distance, they could already tell the cold and deserted top of Hillsbrad, which was the Altlank Snow Mountain. This made everyone who had traveled a long distance feel like victory was in sight.

"Hurry." The man in the lead was hidden under the black hood, the others were dressed the same as he did, but he could command them.

The only unfortunate thing is that since the fall of the Rapids, there is almost no map of the Arachi Heights in the world. The information they can find is as little as the supplies they carry with them. Since the final destination is too far from them, the teleportation technique cannot be used. However, the owner has clearly told them that they must return to Naxxaras within three days.

Although everyone was wearing a fur cloak with a thread pattern, they were still trembling with fear. The legs seemed as dull and clumsy as two stiff stone pillars, and their bodies were already numb. The leader was pretty good, and his four companions were carrying a heavy coffin.

"Hurry, we must dedicate him to Master Kelthuzad before the corpse is corrupted." The acolyte in the lead said that although Lordaeron is almost under the control of the undead, it does not mean that it is completely the territory of the Scourge. Some humans are still resisting. What's more, Arach is not within Lordaeron's control.

Finally, they saw a shimmering light: a tall and majestic wall stood in front, spanning the mountains between Hillsbrad and Arachi. Not far away was the ruins of a castle.

These men accelerated their pace and walked through a bridge that seemed to be made of pure energy. As he approached, the gate of the Arachi wall was open as usual, but the leader suddenly stood up.

"Stop! There is a situation!"

Just as he spoke, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind. He cursed these idiots in his heart, that their behavior would damage the bodies.

He was about to remind them, but the companions he saw were all lying on the ground, and dark liquid flowed from their bodies under the moonlight.

"The next one is you!"

The purple dagger cut the acolyte's throat. Before he could struggle, he muttered a few vague words and fell down.

"All dead." shouted the man holding the dagger. She took off her hood and exposed her entire face to the moonlight. Lilian came under the coffin. She did not open it, but waited for Nathanos to come over.

"I'm sure these people are from the Curse Sect?"

Lilian had a smile on her face, "It's absolutely impossible to be wrong. After Taresa sent the news, I had already calculated the time..."

"That's not wrong!" Nathanos nodded and came to the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was pushed open and the body inside was kept intact.

"He should be Lasovios." Nathanos looked at the strong warrior lying in the coffin. There were obvious marks on his neck, and he must have been hanged.

"I don't understand why we were snatching a body, sir."

"I've heard a long time ago that there was a powerful warrior trainer in Stormwind. He was loyal to his country and had a strong will."

"But he ended up like this." Lilian looked up at his master. "Kelthuzad wants to resurrect him as the Lich King?"

Nathanos began to check if there were any other damage to Lasovios. "If he became the minion of the deceased, it would be a disaster."

"Fortunately we stopped the Curse Cult," said Lilian. "I'll find enough wood to burn his body now."

"No!" Nathanos stopped her, "He still has a glorious mission that has not been completed yet. Have you seen his face? His body has long been stiff, but I can still feel his anger, his anger at the living."

"I think you are right, Lord Wither." Lilian noticed that Lasovios' hands were tightly held, as if a force was sealed in his body and had nowhere to be released. "Taresa said in the letter that he was hanged. Before being punished, he shouted innocent, but he failed to get a chance to defend himself. The humans were still spitting on his body."

"If the people of the Cursed Sect had enough money, the nobles would not let him say a word." Nathanos clapped his hands and stood up, "We cannot let him fall into the hands of the Lich King, but we cannot ruin him. We must make him stand up and serve the Forgotten. Let him spread his anger on the Scourge and the Living."

This bold idea shocked Lilian. This was the real purpose of the Withered. But she wanted to know how to wake Lasovios up.

"Go back, Lilian." Nathanos ordered, and before Lilian could react, he began to recite the spell. Lilian had never heard Belmont say that Nathanos could psychic, and perhaps the Forsaken, who was loyal to the Withered, was not aware of it.

…………

"I'm so annoyed by this endless harassment. I'm training recruits and don't have time to listen to your long talk."

After Lasovios was taken to Storm Fortress, he had been forced to wait here for hours, and he was very unhappy with this waste of time. The representatives of the group, Duke of Bores Visak and Earl of Remington Rezheville, have always been wine bags stationed in Storm Fortress. However, Lasovios was also very surprised that he did not know them. The two nobles have not yet appeared, what do they intend?

Lasouveos scoffed: "It's the first time I've been delaying the military training plan. Can you tell me when I'm going to wait?" He glared at Major Samuelson who brought him here.

"They want you to wait, you have to wait." Samuelson replied coldly.

A ray of light flashed, and then two people with smug smiles appeared in the hall, and they looked at each other.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. You have made me very impatient! I thought you were sick."

"Instructor Lasovios, I think you should be right." Duke Bores cleared his throat and sat opposite Lasovios with Remington in black gold-edged robe, their beards and hair were carefully cared for.

"I have always been like this." Lasueveos shouted, "If you can't stand it, please let me leave, and don't bother me again."

"If you think it's more comfortable to say this, just be happy." Remington replied.

Lasueveos paused for a while, and then continued, "If nothing happens, I will lose my companionship, and I will train new recruits."

"I'm afraid you won't have to do this again in the future!"

This sentence exploded in Lasovios' mind like a thunderbolt. Before he could ask the reason, Remington took over the words of Bores: "Yes, your position has been removed. On the other hand, you are no longer an instructor."

Lasovios was furious and slapped his hands on the table with a "slap". The two nobles were startled. Colonel Salmusen, behind him, pressed one hand on Lasovios' shoulder, but was broken free by the latter.

"You have no right to do this, my position was personally given to Lord Berval, the Regent."

"We know this, but it's not what we want to do, it's the Countess Katnara, and the Lord Regent has agreed."

"This is impossible!" Lasovios roared.

Bores knocked on the table, signaling him to be quiet, and then opened a formal document: "Lasueveos colluded with the natural disaster, intending to turn Lakeside Town into a new plague point. Capture it immediately - Regent Boval!" He tilted it over so that everyone could see the contents inside.

Lasovios couldn't believe all this, and even the black-haired major sitting behind seemed extremely shocked.

"We found your hidden residence in Lakeside Town, where we found rotten dead bodies, and detailed invasion plans, with your signature and handprints!"

The human instructor retorted loudly: "I don't have any houses in Lakeside Town at all."

The two nobles smiled at each other, as if they had expected him to say this, "I still want to argue?" Remington took out another document. It was a document about Lasovios, which recorded in detail the instructor's savings and all expenses. One of them was almost about to make his eyes pop out - he bought a second-floor villa in Lakeside Town.

"This is fake. This is fake! This is slander!"

"Enough! Take him up!!"

The sudden appearance of the soldier seemed to have been arranged long ago, and Lasuevios' hands were immediately locked. The instructor was very suspicious of what happened in this short period of time. Everything was like a plan. He still remembered that he was confiscated his weapons before entering the Storm Fortress.

"It's you!" Lasovios cursed angrily, "The Regent will clear my innocence, and he will prove that I was wronged!"

His voice was still echoing around. Two people in the room, Remington frowned and stared at the other end of the table after Lasovios was taken away.

"He was right, and the Regent probably had doubts about his crimes, so he only ordered him to be detained. Lasovios would definitely try to free himself from prison."

"This kind of thing will never happen. The military master Shore is not in Stormwind City now. Rumors have also spread, and the name of Lasovios is rapidly evolving into a curse among the local villagers. The Regent will soon compromise under pressure. What's more, Ms. Presto is also urging the Regent to make up his mind."

...

The prison in Stormwind City is full of mice, but these creatures in the sewer dare not approach Lasovios. Even if they are not wearing armor and even wearing shackles, his majestic aura will keep the most people away from him.

The instructor who closed his eyes and pondered himself was wondering who was slandering him. The first thing he thought of was the curse sect that he had tried to win over his own not long ago. Although Stormwind City was far away from Lordaeron, Lasovios had still heard of this evil organization, but he didn't expect that they would dare to infiltrate Stormwind City.

Those who were sneaking under the black hood promised him money and strength, but these left Lasovios unmoved.

Join you and form a legion of dead rats?

He remembered that he responded to the Curse Sect in this way, and then he cut off the head of the sect envoy with one sword.

With a sigh, Lasovios opened his eyes, thinking about the training courses for the newly recruited recruits. He planned to shout loudly at them to attack the target dummy. Lasovios spent countless time training these newcomers into resolute soldiers, so with just one glance, he could tell that the newcomers were particularly weak. He frowned and vowed to correct their incompetence.

"I've had enough. They treated me as a pagan." Lasovios could not control his voice. He heard his echoes, and the prison became quiet afterwards. The instructor then realized that he was being locked in the deepest part of the prison. Here, no one might know if he died.

Soon his thoughts were broken and he was not forgotten. The sound of neat footsteps of military shoes lying on the ground came from the prison corridor.

Is this to release him or...

"Instructor Lasovios, you are accused of being heresy." Stormwind City Prison Prison Certificate Selwater held a verdict, "Military lawmakers sentence you to hang and execute it immediately."

………

The crowd insulted Lasovios, and his angry defense words seemed pale and powerless in front of the saliva of the residents of Stormwind.

Taretha Foxton's heart was ups and downs, and she was reluctant to see the painful expression of Lasovios when he strangled his neck. The blonde girl pulled her body away and then stepped out of the crowd. Nathanos had told him to keep silent about anything in Stormwind so that she would not put her in danger. All she had to do was write her daily experience in Stormwind into a diary and hand it over to Nathanos at the end of each week.

This is a transaction. A few pages of paper filled with trivial matters of life can be exchanged for several silver coins.

Taresa didn't understand the meaning of doing this. Nathanos spent money to help her settle in Stormwind, on the condition that she joined the Forsaken as a spy who stayed in Stormwind. But she didn't need to sneak into the top leaders of Stormwind to obtain secrets, she just needed to record what happened in Stormwind every day.

She would not refuse whether it was for her kindness to Nathanos or to live in Stormwind. What's more, when she learned that Nathanos had not become a minion of the Scourge, she had no worries.

"Instructor Lasovios, Hanging, Lakeside Town New Plague Point." Taresa whispered to herself, thinking Nathanos would be interested.

…………

A cold wind blew on the highland plains. Nathanos's spell was almost completed. Lilian kept guarding the surroundings, and she vowed not to let any creatures approach the Withered.

Time passes, and the air is filled with rotten smell.

"We can't rest, so do you." Lilian heard Nathanos' voice, calling Lasueveos. Voss knew that there would be a new member of the Forgotten One soon.

The gloomy wind blew the face of Lasovios, and he opened his eyes and screamed. The echoes resounded throughout the night sky. His hands were trembling. If he were still alive, the expression of horror on his face must be due to rapid and low breathing, "Where am I?" he asked loudly, his voice trembling a little.

There was no answer, only two pairs of eyes of different colors staring at him.

Lasueveos trembled and sobbed. It was not caused by fatigue, but entirely due to excessive fear.

"Betrayal is shameful. It is even more shameful to die in betrayal." Nathanos's words seemed to come from hell, urging the instructor.

Lasovios covered his face with his hands, his body being curbed by overwhelming hatred and anger. He remembered the pain of being strangled by the rope, but the pain could only torture his body. What really made him remember was the despise of Stormwind's human beings, including soldiers he trained. The slander of Bores and Remington, the conspiracy of the curse sect, the Countess Katnara Presto interfered with, and the ignorance of the Regent Berval. Lasovios could not believe what he had experienced.

He is loyal to Stormwind and takes pride in it. He hates those who frame themselves and abandon themselves, and curses them in his heart for being blind.

The collision between spears and shields means making a choice. He has a shield in his heart, guarding the last promise he made to his home as a living person. At the same time, a spear is destroying his "defense", reminding him: You are dead, the Scourge has harmed you, the people you guard have betrayed you, and now you must adapt to the new life, as long as you can get revenge.

Finally the pressure was relieved and the contradiction quietly floated away. He was full of doubt, opened his eyes wide, and reluctantly looked at the person, the person who brought him a new idea. Then he found that the person was weak and half kneeling on the ground at this moment.

"Who are you?"

"The Lich King's Enemy, Dead Orphans, and...abandoned."

Lasovios looked at Nathanos who was helped up by Lilian. "So, we are all the same?"

"Yes, I let you turn back from the path of death, and give you the opportunity to avenge your hated existence. The Scourge will be destroyed, and the betrayer will pay the blood debts!"

Serve this red-eyed existence - Lasovios began to calm down gradually - his eyes were filled with more scorching anger and hatred than himself. But Lasovios cared about another point - the determination in Nathanos's eyes. The dead human instructor knew what he should do.

"I'm yours," he said hoarsely.

In response, Nathanos explained to him the scene of Maraton. Hundreds of undead built their own cities under the ground of a desolate land, and they all asked the Lich King to master it. There were also many soldiers who had just learned to hold a sword...
Chapter completed!