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They look to death.

Dalkan untied his hood and saw an elf soldier near him riding the skeleton warrior surrounding him and trying to attack Dalkan. Dalkan raised his hand and recited a spell, and the overly enthusiastic guy collapsed to the ground and twisted in pain. He knew that other elves would be like this soon, but the facts were always unexpected.

Not long after the battle started, another elves' charge sounded, and it was the Flying Traveler troops who had not intervened, Dalkan would have been sure that the first batch of elves who attacked would have died long ago.

Not long after the attack began, Wenleza and her soldiers suddenly arrived. The battle expanded to the land outside the spire, and the ranger fought bravely... Of course, for Dalkan, this was just a little delay in fate.

Another ranger, a woman, gained the upper hand in the battle. Dalkan was extremely familiar with her. Before the other party could find him, he flicked his fingers out and then threw the shadow mana to her fragile body. She was thrown up and hit the hovering stairs, which must have fallen into a painful fall.

Sylvanas gritted his teeth and stood up, and his eyes found the guy who was sneaking into her. "Dalkan!" The female elf suddenly felt her whole body full of strength. She rushed over, but a large group of crypt spiders stopped her.

Seeing Sylvanas being besieged and unable to escape, Dalkan was very satisfied. If Sylvanas died in battle, he would definitely offer his body to the Lich King.

The host must be very satisfied with this gift.

At this moment, a shadow of Dalcan - the scout of the Scourge - passed to him the scene outside. Many of Quelselas' soldiers, even war puppets, were rushing straight into Desom. It was the Regent himself...

"Aleria!" Dalcan shouted at her as the Regent rushed into the hall.

"Long time no see, Drashire." Aurelia replied in a sarcastic tone. The female elf looked at the traitor she hated to the bone. Although the necromancer's skin was no longer bright and clean, he still maintained a strong appetite for gorgeous clothes. However, his silk robe could hardly cover up the thin body inside - it was just a frame of bones. Dalkan's hair was dry, and the color was like yellow parchment. His eyes were white, and his resurrected body was deformed and twisted.

"I came here for your head, and I need it to pay tribute to the dead souls." Aurelia announced.

Her heart made her unable to sit idly by Sylvanas's suicide. The Regent asked Wenleza to summon the Rangers' troops and arrive at the battlefield in time... Now Aurelia raised her hand to get the arrow, and her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. A female Ranger was fighting desperately with the undead, and she was surrounded by corpses.

She could deal with it by herself. Aurelia thought to herself that she did not call to attract the other party's attention, nor did she help Sylvanas. Her sister wanted to kill Dalcan with her own hands, but she also wanted to do so, even... she was more eager than Sylvanas.

In this case, Aurelia can concentrate on dealing with this necromancer, this betrayer: Dalkan.

"It seems that the master's enemies are coming. It's very good. It doesn't matter. What else can you do except die?" Dalkan shot his right hand suddenly, and a huge ball of flame flew out, ready to swallow Aurelia.

Sylvanas, who was on the side, had already gained an advantage in the battle against the undead. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the situation where Aurelia was about to be swallowed by the flames, rushed over, hugged Aurelia hard, and pushed her aside.

The two sisters looked at each other, "This traitor is my prey!" Sylvanas shouted loudly. She didn't understand why Aurelia appeared here. This matter had nothing to do with her. But Sylvanas would not argue with her sister here. If Aurelia came to Dalcan like her, she would definitely not be taken first by the other party.

The two most vocal people in the Wind Walker family looked at Drashire at the same time.

Dalkan's smile disappeared.

Sylvanas rushed towards him at lightning speed, and the blade in his hand roared through the air.

Dalkan's minions did not stop attacking, but they could not stop Sylvanas, and were easily cut down like wheat in front of the angry female elf. He could only constantly summon new undead, or ask other servants to help him.

Although Sylvanas said that Dalkan should be punished by her, Aurelia would not miss any opportunity to eliminate Dalkan, whether it was because of personal grudges or her own identity.

Aurelia used an arrow to draw the bow. Dalkan still wanted to release some spells next, but he had not had time to recite the spell. The Regent relaxed his hand. Although someone would sway in front of Dalkan from time to time, the arrow shot very accurately and deeply penetrated the traitor mage's forehead.

As soon as Dalkan knelt on one knee, his figure immediately began to show signs of dissipation. The mage let out his last wail, and then his body completely turned into white smoke and drifted away in an instant. The arrow remained and fell to the ground with a "pop".

Sylvanas's ears trembled, and she looked at the place where Dalkan was just now, and her expression slowly became lost. This should have been what she wanted to do.

"I'm one step slower," she said to Aurelia.

"Always like this." The Regent picked up his bow and arrow, but she thought about it and did not take the arrow back into the quiver, with the blood of the traitor stuck to it, which made her sick. "You have a reason to destroy Dalkan, and so do I."

"Your explanation should be left to Romans and other nobles." Sylvanas said disdainfully, but a smile quickly rose on the corner of her mouth, "But I really want to know if your purpose of killing Dalcan is the same as mine?" Sylvanas wanted to know how Aurelia would react to her problem, especially the traps hidden in her words.

The Regent didn't seem to hear this, but just shouted that everyone would retreat, and reinforcements from the Scourge would arrive soon, and it was not suitable for a long time. She cared more about her people than others, so she did not even find the letters hidden by Sylvanas. It was left after Dalkan disappeared, and it was obvious that the things on this traitor would not turn into dust with him.

A few days later, on the Salas Trail, Sylvanas wore a cloak and walked through this place where she had not stepped on for a long time. The female elf turned around in five steps, and she could not count the times that she had ensured that she would not be followed. Aurelia was always paying attention to her, or surveillance. Sylvanas took a lot of effort to get rid of her sister's eyeliner, and the place she was going was the plague place.

Dalkan's letter was not finished, he only said that an elf stronghold on the Plagueland was ambushed. Sylvanas remembered that place, not far from the Salas Trail, was stationed by Hawksbill. But she was not going to investigate whether those fellow citizens were still alive. Her purpose was to retrieve something-if that thing was still there.

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The Battle of Forgotten is over.

The Razor Highland has always been regarded as a forbidden area by the Taurens, not only because there are wild boars here, but also because there are no other plants here except thorns, and even the entire black thorn forest may be unnatural life.

This cannot be explained by common sense why thorns are black and why they can grow as high as mountains, or even cover the sky. But if a little curious person gets closer, he will find that these thorns are not plants, but a kind of material similar to stones, which is not only hard but also dangerous.

Nathanos slapped the thorn closest to him. The Razor Heights were in a mess, but the stones were safe and sound.

"Funny," he said, hearing someone approaching behind him. Belmont drove several Forsakens, who lifted a cone-shaped crystal box to the leader. Belmont bowed and said, "Master, what should I do with this thing."

Before Nathanos could react, Lasuevios jumped out, "It should be destroyed!" As he said, the Instructor of Forgotten raised his sword and prepared to split the box into two.

"stop!"

Salamani blocked the blade of Lassoveos. The instructor looked at Nathanos in confusion and asked, "You want to stop me? This lich hurts many of our soldiers, and he knows the existence of the Forgotten One and cannot let him live!" Lassoveos' remarks received support from many people present, but Nathanos did not give in.

"What's the point of killing a lich?" Nathanos turned his head and glanced at Yamenal's life guard box. The fate of the Ice King is now completely in the hands of the Forgotten. "There are still tens of millions of lichs under the command of the Lich King, and the Scourge will not care about such losses. On the contrary, Yamenal was one of the first loyalists to the Lich King. He must know a lot of secrets about the Scourge. This is very beneficial to us."

"He won't say it." Lasovios whispered.

"The power of the Lich comes from his life guardian, but the weaknesses are the same."

The Withered One has already made it clear. Although the Forgotten One and the Scourge are irreconcilable, he calms down and thinks about it. Gradually, the Forgotten Ones who are talking about it quiet down. They are waiting, not the final fate of Yamenar, but the attitude of Lasovios.

The instructor is still in a stalemate with Nathanos. What will he do? Should he continue to question, or challenge Nathanos and use force to fight for the rule of the Forgotten?

"You're right!" The strength in Lasovios's hand gradually weakened. He took back the sword and apologized to Nathanos. His movements came from the way humans salute, and up to now, he still retained the habits of many living people.

"I apologize to you for my offense."

"I won't blame you, I can understand your anger at the Scourge, just as I promised others, one day I will take you to defeat the Lich King."

For the Forgotten! As this sentence was shouted from Nathanos, he received cheers from everyone present. It would take some time to clear the battlefield, but soon, the Razor Highlands will become a new stronghold for the Forgotten. It has high strategic value and is crucial to the future actions of the Forgotten.

"Master Wither!" A guard rushed over. Nathanos remembered that before launching the attack, he arranged a group of scouts to guard all the passages to the Razor Highlands, and this scout was one of them. His lies were so silly that Nathanos began to worry that someone would find them.

"What's wrong?"

"You have to go and have a look!" he shouted, and before he could stop, he began to bow and greet, "Two guys are here!"

"Who is here, soldier?" Nathanos frowned. He tried hard to see something from the scout's expression. The other party seemed very panicked, with a little scared on his face, but it was mixed with respect and even awe. Most of the other forgotten people would have such expressions when they saw him, but Nathanos felt that the scout in front of him was not because of him. There must be other reasons.

"A dead soul, but not ours, sir! And..." The sentry almost roared, but hesitated and couldn't say what happened next.

"What else..." Nathanos stared at the sentry and forced him to say it with his eyes.

"And there is a dragon!"

dragon?

Seeing the question on the leader's face, the scout added, "That's what the undead said, but what I saw was a high elf."

"You did a good job." The Withered Nodded, and he responded quickly, without wasting time thinking about how to deal with this emergencies, but directly ordered: "Hide the life guard box, and let everyone hide it, the Dark Ranger occupies the ambush position, if the visitor is not good... Razor Heights don't mind killing so many more people today."

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East Plagueland

"He is still... alive!" Sylvanas trembled all over and exuded his shock with all his strength. The handwriting on the walls of the Elf's hut was like the sun well of the past, attracting her consciousness, sweeping away her mind, and enslaving her instantly.

"Windler? What a self-moaning name." Sylvanas touched the blood words with his hand, which were twisted. She thought that Nathanos must be very angry when he wrote these words. He must have thought of Aurelia's ruthlessness, and those who also participated in the encirclement and suppression of him. So he neglected his handwriting and recognized everyone who was familiar with him.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Nathanos arrow disappeared. At that time, Aurelia only brought back the Nathanos sword Queldra, and his bow and arrow were taken away by Hawksbyer.

"It must be him, he is still alive!" Sylvanas laughed, but disappeared quickly. She reminded herself to stay calm. This matter was not very certain, but hope had already ignited in the female elf's heart. At the same time, she thought of another question.

"You can't let others discover this." Sylvanas pulled out the dagger she carried with her, making Nathanos's message unrecognizable. For insurance, she set a fire and burned everything in this stronghold into the flames.
Chapter completed!