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Tirio handed a piece of dry bread to Nathanos. He only glanced at it and then turned his head to the side. He really wanted to eat it, but it was just an alternative waste. He no longer remembered when he last ate. He had asked other Forgotten people if they still had the habit of eating and drinking. Of course, the answer was that some Forgotten people told him that they could not taste it normally, but they still retained the feeling of chewing food. When their jaws opened and closed, they could inexplicably feel at ease.

But he didn't feel that way.

"I don't like bread either." Tirio's sudden words surprised Nathanos, and then the former Fireplace Valley Grand Lord explained: "The Scourge was spreading the plague in the grains. When the grains were baked into bread, the kingdom was destroyed."

The two sat by the Sodoril River, the birthplace of the river comes from a very distant wetland. Even if some unclean things flow into the river in the plague land will soon be washed away by the water. Therefore, the Sodoril River is still clear.

"Clean food is precious in the plagueland." Nathanos looked at the reflection in the river and felt relaxed. "Eat while it's hot."

Tirion smiled silently and took a bite of the dry bread, "Get back to the point, you want to ask about North Abraham, right?"

"If you want to ask me why I want to inquire about him, I can only tell you that I want him to be a revenge weapon against the Lich King, just like me."

Tirio was silent for a while, and carefully considered Nathanos's words. Before he knew it, the bread was about to be eaten by him. "What I want to know more than this is why you think of coming to me?"

"Because you do not represent any force now, but also a person who keeps glory." The Withered One replied. Tirion once resisted the entire kingdom for an orc. He was a person Nathanos admired both before and after his death.

"Maybe I don't know anything."

"I've seen your horse." Nathanos's eyes swept to Tirio's mount, a group of brown horses named Mirador. "Your horse is very strong, and it can be seen that you must often ride it out. Although I don't know what you are doing, I think you can always find out if you go out frequently."

"I just went to see my son Tyran, who became a Paladin, I was very proud, I watched his promotion ceremony." A smile suddenly appeared on the father's face, but it quickly disappeared.

"But he seems to be serving the Blood Crusader now." Nathanos pointed out a fact that Tirio didn't want to admit. "And I heard that he volunteered to give the Fireplace Valley and gave the Blood Crusader a solid fortress."

"He's still alive anyway."

"You should know very well what kind of organization the Blood Crusade is," said Nathanos. "Aren't you afraid that Ethan Leon will ruin him? I heard that the madness of the Crusade has a lot to do with him."

"Ethan Leon is still a highly respected leader. Even if he has any flaws, he is better than me. I can't even use the holy light." Tirion held his head, his appearance very similar to when he accepted the verdict at Stantolme. Nathanos was surprised to find that although he looked very frustrated, he did not regret it at all.

"You impose your opinion on your son?" Nathanos's voice pierced Tyrio's heart like a sharp sword. "Have you ever thought about what Tyran thought? Have you ever asked him... if he still remembers his family."

"Do you have one?"

"Don't ask me this question." Nathanos turned his head over and stroked the blood scar on his left face with his hands. He had already paid the price for it. When he thought Aurelia would accept him, the female elf wanted to send him to the grave. But Nathanos knew that Tirio was different from him, and he was at least still alive, but he just couldn't use the Holy Light.

"Then why can you make sure Tyran won't spit on me?"

"Because he is a Paladin!" Nathanos pointed out this, looking at Tyrio with bright eyes, "Tyran follows your footsteps, Fordine. Just as you secretly go to see his promotion ceremony, don't he want to appear in front of him, with a proud smile on his face when he becomes a Paladin?"

After all this, Tirio no longer had any questions about this topic, and Nathanos would never say anything more, but the leader of the Forgotten suddenly remembered his father, who missed him very much, and did not know how his father was doing in Theramore.

It seems that after dealing with the matter here, he must install spies in Theramore as soon as possible so that he can always understand his father's life.

"North Abraham, what do you know about him?"

"The famous plague messenger." Tirio's tone was full of jokes, but Nathanos, who was sitting beside him, felt angry. "He and another psychic expert, Hilge, are the culprits who turned Lordaeron into a plague land."

The evil that spread in the plague land was done by North and Hilgei? Nathanos had already felt the rewards of this trip, "Why did North become the lackey of the Lich King?"

"Because of a woman named Falina." When the name was mentioned, the anger on Tirio's face turned into disgust and disgust. "She was once a nobleman of Lordaeron and a botanist, but there were many secrets circulating on her. I once saw her. She was beautiful, but... but it always made people feel uncomfortable, just like her beauty..." He was stuck, unable to express his feelings in his heart, but Nathanos had guessed a few points, "Her appearance was frozen, frozen at the age of twenty?"

"Yes, you're right." Fording finally thought of something to be doubted, "her appearance is always when she was the youngest, but I've investigated that she should be an old lady in her twilight years."

Nathanos snorted softly, "Falina's greed will not be satisfied. A woman's real natural enemy is the passage of time. Having eternal beauty is Fa's ultimate goal. It seems that she joined the Scourge Corps very early."

"It's no longer important." Tyrio stood up, "Lordalen has fallen and is still under the hands of the two fear demons."

"I remember there was a Paladin in the Crusade holding a magic weapon. Why can't he recover Lordaeron?"

"The 'Ash Messenger' has fallen, and he has become a death knight under the Lich King." When Tirio said this, Nathanos reminded Alsace. "His son defeated him and brought the sword to me, and I only felt anger from the sword. If the Scourge regained the sword again, I would probably... go to attack the Holy Wishing Chapel of the Light."

"What do you mean?" Nathanos stood up and looked at Tirio in surprise, even though the other party's back was turned to him.

"I said nothing." Tirio Fording smiled. In an instant, Nathanos understood that if Fording said it was true, then now would be the best time to raid Naxamas. In order to regain the Ashes, the Scourge would invade the Holy Wish Chapel of the Holy Light, and even... the Lich Kel Thuzad would be present in person. His fortress would be empty.

"Thank you, Tyrio."

"No need to thank me, I just hope you remember what you said when you came, Nathanos. I also hope you remember that you are Lordaeron's child and that you will always have the act of harming this land."

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"Why do this?" Kelthuzad's terrifying voice echoed in the plague zone of Naxxarmas, and even spread farther. The Lich, who had no trace of flesh and blood on his body, was furious, his eyes flashed with endless anger because he hated betrayal. He didn't want the Lich King to wake up and see that Naxxarmas was in his jurisdiction, who was unfaithful to the Scourge.

The plague messenger North was now being whipped by six acolytes with black magic. He lowered his head and his whole body was shaking and about to fall down at any time.

"North, I originally thought you were a person who sincerely served the Lich King, but I didn't expect you to betray you under my nose. Do you really think your cleverness can be hidden from me?"

Death and Destruction. When North saw that the Scourge had seized countless innocent lives in the Third World War, he began to doubt his decision to follow Kel'shuzad. The growing compassion made North feel scared. The Scourge had no mercy and could not have mercy. But he knew that this was his true self. In order to avoid being angry with Kel'shuzad, North kept hiding carefully until Darien Moglani came after his father. North secretly cut off the power of the flesh-and-blood giant Tadius for him, so that Darien could successfully find the leader of the Apocalypse Knight. In the end, it was successful, but it also exposed North.

"I... only saw... death." The pale lips of the plague messenger made a hesitant voice, "Only death, so much... innocent... so much... pain. I... I am guilty!"

"The mission of the Scourge is sacred, how dare you question it!" The chains flying on Kel's Thujad made a harsh thud. "Answer me, North. Who are you loyal to? Who are you loyal to!"

The undead wizard at the lich struggled to raise his head. His eyes were terrifyingly ferocious, but his gritted teeth made Kelthuzad very unhappy, "I am loyal to... His Majesty the King!"

Your Majesty the King? Is it His Majesty Arthas? Kelthuzad's eyes became colder, no! If North was talking about Arthas, he should use the three words "Lich King" instead of His Majesty the King.

"You are talking about Terenas? That foolish and incompetent old guy! You are actually loyal to him!"

The plague messenger could not say a word. All his strength was used to resist the torture of the acolytes. If he was not careful, North would collapse, and he could not die, and he could not die like this.

"Enough!" Kelthuzad gave the order, and the executioner stopped the spell in his mouth in horror.

"Very good, North. You have successfully angered me." The vicious and vicious voice of the lich echoed in North's mind. The plague messenger knew that Naxxaras's master would not let him go so easily. "Leave him to Falina and lock him up! I will deal with you after I take back the sect of the Ashes!"

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"This operation seems to be even more dangerous than attacking Mara." Belmont was afraid in his heart when facing Naxxarmas who had covered half of the sky.

"The Withered One said that the Forgotten One was originally tempted on the brink of danger."

"But it's been some time since the master crossed the teleportation node, why hasn't he moved yet?"

When Belmont said this, Lilian was also a little worried. Nathanos took the lead in entering Naxxamas despite the opposition of the two.

It has been so long, but there is still no movement.

"Let's go in, too." Lilian said.

"Have you forgotten the master's order? He asked us to stand by." Belmont retorted.

"I think you have forgotten that Lord Withered resurrected Lasovios two years ago." Lilian's words successfully attracted Belmont's gaze from Naxxamas to himself. "Do you still remember what happened after that? Lord Withered does not know how to psychics. He used his precious soul power to force Lasovios back to the world of the living. This will make him very weak and unable to even restore his own strength!"

"I know this." Belmont shouted, "but I believe the master, he is not showing off. He knows his strength. If we violate his orders and enter the floating fortress, it will likely disrupt his plans and even drag him down!"

Lilian stood there in a daze. Belmont said this on the surface, but he was actually worried about Nathanos's situation. Lilian suddenly understood why Nathanos made Belmont the leader of the Shadow Zone, in charge of intelligence agencies. His trust in the Forgotten leader was greater than his loyalty.

"There will be an outstanding alchemist in the alchemy area soon, right?"

"Yes, it will."

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The entire fortress was almost half empty.

When Nathanos stepped into Naxsamas, he was shocked by the vastness here. He finally understood why the Lich King asked Kel Thujad to guard the floating fortress.

Here we can accommodate the next corps, thousands of people.

"The power of the Lich King is not something I can compete with now." The Withered One sighed. The gap between the Forgotten and the Scourge was well reflected from now on.

The fortress has four entrances and is divided into four areas. Nathanos is not sure what area North is in, but one person knows it.

"Black Widow! Fierce black rose?" Nathanos couldn't help but recall Falina's name when he stood at the entrance of the spider area. He had seen the black figure passing through the spider webs, and a beach of green deadly venom under the spider web.

He walked in.
Chapter completed!