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It feels very good here.

When Nathanos asked Merell how he answered. This was not a polite word, Dongfeng really liked this place. Maraton is an underground world. Meraton thought he would work in a dark environment in the future, but the cave was full of glowing crystals, illuminating the entire Maraton.

Nathanos looked at the people around him. After a while of silence, he sighed with relief and said, "Finally... the members of the Withering Parliament are gathered."

Belmont glanced at Merell intentionally or unintentionally, wondering whether it was wise for the Withered to trust this stranger so much. "Everyone is here, master. The meeting can begin." The leader of the Dan Blade nodded and greeted.

A cool breeze blew, gently wiping the arrow feathers in Nathanos quiver. "It seems that you have important news reports, so why not talk about it."

Belmont had already brought out the latest information when answering: "The news about trolls in Stranglethorn Valley has made the latest progress. The trolls gathered in Zurglab summoned a powerful god: the blood god Haka."

"Haka? I remember that this exists in the Loa god worshipped by the trolls." Nathanos expressed doubts.

Merriel, who participated in the Forgotten Supreme Council for the first time, was not a bit constrained because he was a newcomer. He looked more natural than anyone else, and partly because he was arranged to sit on the left of Nathanos.

"I have to tell you some things." Merriel's voice was very heavy. "The blood god Haka is called the Spirit-Snatcher. It can be said that he is the most evil of all the Loa gods. If you want to gain his power, you must exchange the souls of living people."

The Withered One turned his head and asked, "There is a Loa who is in charge of death among the troll gods. What do you think of Haka compared to him?"

Merriel replied with a serious expression: "Bonsandy is not as evil as Haka. He will not easily interfere with the world of mortals. He is a businessman. Although he needs to give his soul to get help from the god of death, he has always advocated equivalent exchange, and Haka...he is insatiable!"

"The fact that he is more evil than Bonsandy is enough to show that he is not weak." Nathanos commented, giving Belmont a look and letting him continue.

"Hakar was summoned by a tribe named Hakarai among the Gula Bash trolls. However, before the Blood God could see the world, the Alliance, the Tribe, and the Zandala trolls clearly, they began to stop it. It is estimated that Zul Grab is now being besieged."

"I'm not worried that they can't deal with Haka," said Nathanos. "The Alliance and the Horde defeated the Burning Legion, and they can naturally destroy the Spirit-Snatchers, but... if the Alliance and the Horde are exhausted from other places and we have no action, we are wasting opportunities."

"We just conquered Razor Heights, Master," Lasouveos pointed out. "It would take a lot of time for the Forsaken to renovate that place, and it would be unwise to raise troops to attack other places again during this time."

Nathanos's eyes fell on the instructor. "I didn't say I wanted to conquer the city and the land, Lasovios. What I want to say is that, as the attention of the alliance and the tribe is drawn away, we must try to reach into the upper class of the two forces."

Belmont looked at Nathanos with sincerity in his tone: "You can hand over this task to me, Master."

The Withered showed a satisfied expression. "I will give you the list after the meeting." He said seriously, then the Yujiao glanced at Jizlok, a craftsman who was lowering his head and mentally arithmetic. "How did the task I gave you perform, goblin?"

Everyone looked at Gizlok, but the goblin seemed to have not noticed it at all.

‘Durontal seems to have no resources to dig. Azshara has abundant water and wood. The ore of the Stone Claw Mountains is also valuable. There is also Stranglethorn Valley, where there are many rich people who can trade it.’

"Gizlok!"

When the goblin recovered, he heard someone calling him with accent, and that person was the leader of the Forgotten, which gave him a bad premonition.

"I'm here, master, I'm here!" Jizlok touched his head awkwardly, "I'm thinking about the task you assigned me, so I'm distracted."

"Ah, it's great! I'm just wondering how your company is built. Do you mind telling me?"

"Of course, of course." The goblin grinned, "I named the company venture capital company."

"Visiting?" Nathanos asked.

"According to your request, I have started recruiting employees, humans, dwarfs, gnomes, orcs, goblins, trolls, ogres, and even gnolls. I will not refuse anyone who is willing to work for me."

Gizlok's words sounded amazing, and even Veronara was quite surprised. The Dark Ranger was somewhat doubtful whether this goblin really had such ability.

"It is not easy for different races to merge together, especially humans and orcs. You have to be careful about the contradiction between the two!"

"Don't worry, master." Gitzlok responded. "Nothing can't be solved by gold coins."

The work in the Craftsman District is going well, and Nathanos can feel the confidence of the goblins and the huge profits that are about to be obtained.

"North, what's your potion?"

"I'm experimenting with those injured forgetful people, sir. If they don't expect, their wounds should be filled and do not affect their mobility."

Nathanos wanted to tell North that he already knew the news, but then he thought about it and let it go.

"Your potion is crucial to us! Never fail, and after Gitzlok's venture capital company starts running, you can ask him for any herbs you need."

North looked down at the goblin, and the other party smiled friendly, proving that Nathanos was right.

"Also, I need you to set up an association, the pharmacist association, and you will lead the organization."

"I understand, sir."

Before Nathanos could speak, Veronara said, "The Rangers are waiting for your instructions."

"I know the ability of the Dark Ranger, but it's not good enough." The Withering commented lightly. "The environments that the Rangers are good at are mostly on land. Therefore, from now on, I ask all the Dark Rangers to participate in the naval training of fleet commander Tatsel. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!" Veronara said simply. "I promise you that the Dark Ranger will never have any weaknesses in the future."

"I don't like empty talk, but I believe in you."

In the end, only Lasovios had not received the exact task. He couldn't wait and knew what Nathanos would ask.

"What's going on in the arsenal?"

"The Craftsman District has participated in the construction, the master. But..."

"Speak straight away if you have something to do."

Lasovios and Gizlok looked at each other, and the former said, "We lack a master, master. I know several weapon forging masters, but... they probably won't help us."

"The responsibility of forging weapons cannot be taken by humans or orcs."

"What do you mean?"

The voice of the Withered suddenly became very low. "The dwarf may be suitable..." Nathanos thought of his former dwarf mentor Goodell. After so many years, he didn't know how he was.

Nathanos felt dizzy. What would he think if Goodell saw him like this? If he asked his mentor for help, would he agree?

"Gomin can be, master," said Gizlok.

Nathanos was still hesitating. "Weapon forging is an art, Gizlok. Art cannot be measured by money, and the weapon forgeter of the Forgotten must devote himself to it."

"You're right, but I think there might be someone in the goblin that can satisfy your conditions."

"What a joke!"

"dream."

Veronara and Lasueveos laughed at the same time. Nathanos made a gesture to stop them. "Okay, Gizlok's words make sense. I will take responsibility for this matter myself. Now, it's time for us to discuss the last issue of this parliament."

Everyone was nervous, but Lasuevos and Veronara were more fanatical.

"About Ice King Yamenar, who are present, would you take on the task of interrogating him?"

"I!"

"Of course it's me!"

The instructor and the dark ranger looked at each other angrily.

"Quiet! Your voice is too loud!" This sentence was said by Belmont, who was ordered by Nathanos during the meeting and had the responsibility to maintain order.

"It doesn't matter who will interrogate," Nathanos continued, "What's important is that I need you to be able to interrogate the results. Can you guarantee it?"

The interrogation questions about Yamenar have always been the most concerned thing about Lasue Vios and Veronara. Their hatred for the Scourge is also the highest among the Forsakens. They both want this opportunity.

"I can, sir." Lasueveos stood up, physically he had suppressed Veronara, and his voice was passionate, more imposing than Veronara, who had a slightly sweet voice. "I have a hundred ways to let that lich tell all the secrets."

"Human tricks are just pediatrics." Veronara also stood up, and her words aroused Lassoveos' rage, but the Dark Ranger was not afraid of it.

"I served in the Rangers' Forces of Quelselas for hundreds of years. I have captured countless trolls, including many stubborn sluts, but in the end, they all succumbed to the punishments of the elves."

Lasovios groaned and sarcastically said disdainfully: "Without the help of human beings, I'm afraid Quel'thalas would have perished three thousand years ago!"

"You say it again!"

"Quiet!" Belmont scolded. "No noise is allowed in the parliament, and all matters are decided by the master."

As soon as these words were spoken, Nathanos quickly became the focus of everyone, and his scarlet eyes flashed between the instructor and the ranger. No matter which side he chose, it would inevitably cause dissatisfaction from the other side.

"You two are shouldering the heavy responsibility of training soldiers under your command. I don't want this task to affect your original responsibilities!"

Veronara felt incredible, Nathanos had something in his words, he wanted...

“Merill?”

Nathanos's call interrupted the thoughts of the founders of the Tirisfa Parliament.

"You want me to deal with that lich?"

"May I?"

Merriel smiled, teasing Nathanos in his heart that he really could divert his hatred. Now Lasuevios and Veronara stared at themselves with wolf-like eyes, as if they were about to pounce on them at any time. "Are you sure the swords of the two of them will not cut off my head?"

Unlike just now, Nathanos's eyes gradually became sharp. He stared at the two people who were arguing, and one finger hit the armrest of the chair. Each beat seemed to tell the instructor and the ranger: time is limited, give your attitude.

Veronara couldn't help feeling guilty. She clenched her fists and cursed in her heart: The good job she got flew away.

"I obey your orders, sir."

"I... I am the same, master." Lasueveos said gritting his teeth, "I want revenge so much, I apologize for my offense."

Nathanos made a gesture and the two sat back to their positions.

"Is there any problem now?" The wither asked Dongfeng.

"No more." Merriel didn't help laughing. Lasueveos and Veronala's dark faces looked very attractive. "I will try my best to dig out Yamenar's secrets. Please believe my magic."

"I hope you won't lie." Veronara murmured. She distrusted her new companion, but the Withered Ones strictly forbidden from doubting each other.
To be continued...