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Merell was taken to a small shack where a Wild Boar Secret Mage lived, which was relatively clean compared to other places, but the east wind still smelled the smell of evil magic. Before Nathanos came back, he reminded himself to endure it for a while.

But then again, Merell admired the undead who claimed to be the Forsaken. He captured such a large area of ​​Razor Heights. Instead of celebrating, they began to transport building materials and some city defense equipment, preparing to transform this thorn forest into a place where they live.

He is the Warrior selected by Azeroth.

Egwen's words kept echoing in Merriel's mind. He had difficulty believing it, so he had to make sure whether it was true. When Merriel grabbed Christasa, he immediately had an idea. It was a test, also as the body of the dead. Merriel wondered if Nathanos was as ruthless as Arthas? If he killed Christasa in order to hide himself, then he would not be qualified.

Fortunately, Nathanos did not do this, and Merriel had a good first impression of him.

The weather became dry and half of the sky had cleared. Two Forsaken people walked through Merrell's sight with a bag of herbs. The armor on their bodies was a little damaged, and it looked like they had been trekking in Razor Heights for weeks. At this moment, they were crushing the herbs and scattering them on the land at will.

Use this method to cover up the bloody smell of the wild boar! Merriel's eyes lit up, and he praised the intelligence of the Forsaken.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Nathanos finally came back. Merriel didn't notice it at all when he came in.

"It's not long." Dongfeng replied kindly, "That dragon..."

"She's gone."

Merriel looked into Nathanos's eyes, sure he wasn't lying.

"You're so relieved that she's leaving?" Merriel asked in confusion. "You're not afraid that she will reveal your secret."

"I made an agreement with her." Nathanos replied in a low voice, without wearing a hood, exposing his thin, blood-scarred face to Dongfeng. "She wouldn't say it."

"I'm curious how you bought her?" Merriel's voice was colder than the Withered, but also quite friendly. The mage frowned and asked, "Do you mind telling me?"

Nathanos smiled, "I didn't bribe her, nor did I force her. I also said that it was just an agreement."

"Very old diplomatic rhetoric!" Merriel clapped his hands and said, "But I don't like to deceive. If you deceive the dragon with some trick, you will definitely pay the price." He sighed and raised his hand to rub his face. "Alextasa will not let you go."

"The Red Dragon Queen does only care for life," said Nathanos. "So I didn't deceive. I... had saved Christassa, although..." Nathanos closed his eyes. He reminded himself many times not to recall the past, but many things he experienced forced him to remember Nathanos Maris, his life. "Although that was when I was alive."

"So that's it." Merell nodded gently, "The Red Dragon is not a group of ungrateful guys."

"I have solved the trouble you brought to me," Nathanos said, and then added in a low voice. "Then why are you here?" He raised his voice slightly. "If you want to know the Forgotten, you can leave now."

"Are there powerful mages among the Forgotten?"

The look on Nathanos's face eased a lot. "There will be."

"That's not yet."

"What do you ask this for? Your tone is very similar to a spy."

"Ha, the mages never hide in the dark. Of course I am not." Merriel said.

Nathanos looked at him with some confusion, "What do you want to do?" he said, "Until now, I don't know your purpose."

"My purpose was explained clearly when I asked the question just now."

The Withered man opened his mouth slightly in shock and stared at Dongfeng for a moment. "I understand, it seems that I have to announce this to others."

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When Christasa flew over a forest, she frightened the creatures in the forest to hide everywhere. The red dragon has always been famous for loving life, but when Christasa vibrated her wings and hung with a huge wind, several trees were torn apart, but she did not notice this at all.

The red dragon was troubled by the scene in his mind. When Nathanos revealed his identity, Christasa opened his eyes wide and remained silent for a long time. She was heartbroken for Nathanos. Lordaeron's experience had long been heard in the ears of the Red Dragon, but Alextasa strictly prohibited the dragon clan from interfering in the affairs of mortals. The Red Dragons turned a blind eye to the rampage of the Scourge.

"I understand." She finally answered Nathanos slowly and painfully. "I don't want to say anything more. I thought your intelligence could help you get rid of disaster. Nathanos, your death hurts me. But I must fulfill the noble mission of the Red Dragon clan."

Kristasa let out a low roar in her throat. She was a little afraid that her last words would conflict with Nathanos.

But in the end they didn't... Nathanos just explained calmly: "I did not directly participate in the clearing of the centaurs. Of course, I did let them kill each other. The wild boars in the Razor Highlands have defected to the Scourge, and they have no choice but to die."

She stared at him calmly. "Nathanos, I don't think you figured out the seriousness of the situation at all. The Queen will never ignore everything that is happening here."

"You can tell her as I say, Christassa. I have saved you and participated in the operation to save the Red Dragon Queen, but I do not ask for your Red Dragon Clan to repay you. On the contrary, I hope you can hide what you have seen. This is a favor. If the Dragon Clan encounters danger in the future, you can come to me at any time."

Christasa smiled bitterly and gently pressed a delicate hand on her forehead. "A favor? The red dragon protects life." She thought this was ridiculous. How many places did the undead destroy? How many lives did they harm? They shouldn't exist under Azeroth.

"The Forgotten does not mean death!" Nathanos shook his head. He could understand Christassa's doubts. This false prejudice did not only come from her. It can be said that all living people are hostile to the undead. Sometimes Nathanos would think that in addition to the Forgotten, how many people can distinguish the difference between them and the Scourge?

"We still have the consciousness of our lifetime. We are just building our own homes. We are to avenge the Scourge."

The cold wind from the Eastern Kingdom brought Christassa to her senses, and she realized that she had already left Kalimdo and had returned to her habitat, with the vermilion barrier not far away.
Chapter completed!