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The visitor hid himself under the black robe. From the lower jaw, he could be judged that he was a dead soul, but the staff behind him made Nathanos feel afraid, and the other party was a mage.

After a while of looking, Nathanos could no longer get any information from this person, and he began to observe another person, to be precise, an elf, or a dragon.

She has light brown hair, a blue-brown top and a long skirt of the same color. She highlights her noodle figure very well, but Nathanos cares more about her face. The Withered people knew this face many years ago.

"Christasa?" Nathanos was the first to shout out the name of the person walking behind, and at the same time noticed that her neck and hands were wearing illusory purple iron circles, which was a kind of imprisonment magic. Not only could she not exert her power, but she could not speak.

Hearing someone calling his name, Christasa raised his head with a drooping head and looked at Nathanos with a curious look.

"Do you know her?" The person who grabbed the red dragon seemed to be laughing. He observed the surroundings, and Nathanos never saw his eyes during this process. "Where are your people? Are they all celebrating?"

"Who are you?" asked the Withering.

"Who do you want me to be?" said the man.

Nathanos's eyes were back and forth between Christassa and this man. If he could catch a red dragon, his power would not be underestimated.

"Let me guess, there are at least ten arrows aimed at me around now, right?"

"If you are the enemy."

"Then... I'm not your enemy."

"How to prove it?" Nathanos narrowed his eyes. So far, few people in his known memory knew the existence of the Forgotten, and it was even less likely that they would know their whereabouts. This person's temperament was somewhat similar to Medivh, but Nathanos knew that he was not the Guardian.

"This!" The man stretched out his hand with a little smile. His dry hand drew mysterious symbols in the air, and a simple and oak-colored staff appeared out of thin air. "You should know."

"Atiyesh? Who are you?"

"My name is Merriel, Merriel Dongfeng." The mysterious man took off his cloak and exposed the body of the undead to Nathanos, "Do you know me?"

The Withered man looked at Merriel in disbelief. He couldn't say a word, but he still retained his guard. Merriel Dongfeng, a figure from the Alahi Empire era, was an existence three thousand years ago.

Why... Nathanos said: "Merel Dongfeng, one of the founders of the Council of Tirisfa, and the mentor of the first guardian Alodi."

When Merrell heard Nathanos telling about his life achievements, he seemed a little disappointed. "Did Medivh write this in his book?"

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"I'll ask you." Merell tapped the dry ground of Razor Highlands with his staff, "Have you participated in the Battle of the Ancient?"

"You know a lot." Nathanos replied, and he was also sure that Merriel was found by Medivh or Egwen, and there were not many people who knew about his past.

"There were no orcs and undead at that time. Do you know what consequences your appearance will bring?"

"I just know that what should happen will happen, and the process is not important at all."

Merell felt very ridiculous when he heard Nathanos's words, but he didn't laugh. He asked: "There are many living organisms in the universe. Why did the Burning Legion choose to let the orcs invade Azeroth? Undead creatures are not the most powerful killing machine. Why did Kiljadan create the Lich King?"

"You mean, because of Brox and I, we both caught the attention of the Burning Legion?"

Merell nodded, "There are many things in the universe that cannot be explained. Any small thing, a detail, can affect the world. You and your Forsaken have occupied Maraton and the Razor Highlands, and blood-slaughtered the Centaur and the Boarman. You think everything you have done is very secret, but..." The mage turned his head and looked at Christassa. "The movement you made has attracted attention."

"The Red Dragon Queen Alextasa is in charge of life, maybe she has sensed the tragic situation of the Centaur. This is not surprising."

"With that being said, have you ever thought that Alextasa would send people to contact the alliance and the tribe to announce the existence of the Forsaken to the whole world."

Hearing Merriel's words, Nathanos once again focused his eyes on Christasa. He had changed a lot, and he believed that the Red Dragon did not know him. The mage's meaning was very clear. Christasa was sent by Alextasa to investigate them, and he also knew the existence of the Forgotten...

"What do you mean?" Nathanos asked.

Merell pointed at Christassa with the top of Etiyes. "This dragon witnessed the whole process of your attack on the Razor Highlands, but I caught her when she wanted to leave. Now..." He pointed at Nathanos again, "Her fate is determined by you. Whether to kill or stay depends on your wishes. Of course, if you choose the former, I can help you."

"I know her." Nathanos said, both Merriel and Christassa were surprised, especially the latter, who had never met a dead creature in her memory.

"Please let me talk to her alone."

"Are you sure?" Merriel's question seemed to be testing Nathanos' determination, but to his surprise, the Withered One had no hesitation at all.

"I'm sure, please let me talk to her." The Lord of Forgotten said again, then raised his hand and waved it deep into the thorn forest, and all the Forgotten people lurking in the dark appeared. The number of them made Merriel unable to believe it for a moment.

...

Christasa moved her hands and feet. Now she came to a secluded place with the undead in front of her, and the magic chains that imprisoned her were also untied. She could transform and subdue the undead creatures leading the way in front.

"Do you still remember Grot?" Nathanos, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke, scaring Christasa to withdraw the magic that was about to be released.

"Are you talking about that orc?" Red Dragon asked hurriedly. "How did you know him?" Kristassa would never forget the dragon-throated orc Grot. That orc was once a dragon knight of the Dragon-throated clan, and Kristassa was enslaved by him at that time. If this conceited orc hadn't taken her to attack Nathanos's house, he wouldn't have been defeated by that human. In that battle, Kristassa broke free from the orc's control.
Chapter completed!