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O'Haan looked up at Nathanos's covered face, and she had no reaction for a short time.

"Did you still recognize me for so long?"

The Withered Breaking Silence, the female orc shivered for a moment. While reacting, she was at a loss by Nathanos's slightly hoarse voice.

"That's true, Master, I haven't seen you for many years since I said goodbye to Lordaeron." O'Haen inserted his giant sword to the ground, took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry to see you like this, but I believe you must have died in gloriously. If you hadn't sent me a letter two years ago, I wouldn't believe you were still alive."

"I am also very glad that you will respond to my call, O'Haen, but there is one thing you are wrong, I am indeed dead." Nathanos shook his head and pointed out, "Death has taken over me and has caused me to go through many terrible hardships. Now, I am cursed and survived on Kalimdo. I am now ready to start looking for the right person for the Twelve Swords, but I also need your help."

"Please give orders, master." O'Hann's decisive attitude made Nathanos very pleased. "The members of the Twelve Swords would have been unconditionally loyal to you. If you hadn't been you, the child who stole food in Dunhold Castle would have died long ago."

"Very good, O'Haan, I accept your loyalty. Now tell me what position you hold in the tribe."

"You have always told me to try my best to hide my strength in the tribe. It was not until you suddenly contacted me two years ago that I began to emerge. Thrall promoted me to a high-level governor and asked me to recruit my own soldiers among the tribe members."

Nathanos touched his chin with his hand, thinking about the pros and cons. "Tell me, will your soldiers absolutely obey you?"

"I know your doubts, master." A reassuring smile appeared on Ohahn's mouth. "The members at the center of tribal politics, orcs, trolls and taurens, are not easy to control, but ogres are different. Two years ago, after the tribe warrior Rexa left, the stone hammer ogre tribe he led lost its leader. For two years, I have been recruiting them. Most ogres have obeyed my orders, and a small number of them live in the dust swamp."

"The ogre is really easy to control, and your choice is wise," Nathanos praised, and then asked, "Tell me now why you said in the letter that you want to see me at the Hammer of Doom? Do you have any special tasks here?"

O'Han's eyes lit up, and she replied excitedly: "Master, you have said that you are looking for a territory to survive on Kalimdo."

"Yes, I've occupied the desolate land, and the Razor Heights."

"But I think neither of these places is as good as the Hammer of Doom."

Nathanos looked up at the high walls of the arena. The audience shouted very clearly. It seemed that Valilla's battle was about to end. "You are right. The Hammer of Doom has an open space, a natural city wall, the surrounding terrain is dangerous, with lush mountains and forests, which is not suitable for large-scale combat, and is indeed suitable for building a base."

"I will give it to you," O'Haen announced, but was rejected by Nathanos.

"No, O'Haan, you can't do that."

The female orc suspected that Nathanos was questioning her power, but she believed that he had seen her performance in the arena today. The blood on the giant sword still had the temperature. "If you doubt my ability, I will prove it to you at any time."

"I will never doubt the power of the Twelve Swords. However, the Forgotten One cannot occupy the Hammer of Doom, this place..." Nathanos frowned and looked up at the upper elf-style building, feeling a little regretful, "It is too conspicuous. The Forgotten One cannot be exposed to the world, but sooner or later, I will take this place myself."

"I'm looking forward to that day, Master." O'Haen nodded and then said: "I will stay here before that to avoid the night elves taking the lead."

"Night Elf?" Nathanos looked at O'Haen seriously, "They... are here too?"

"Yes, master. A sentry from Danasus occupied the floating island on the western sea of ​​Phelas and established a fortress. They were well-equipped, not only with the slinger chariots and the horned beasts, but also with the ancient trees of war. Their leader was Santis Yuyue."

"Cadorre Sentinel Ranger General?" Nathanos had already lowered his tone, but he still couldn't hide his inner surprise. "Tyrande actually allowed her most loyal followers to travel thousands of miles to Phelas? What's their purpose?"

"It's obviously related to the Hammer of Doom. I think you should notice the night elves who live in that city."

"I saw it." Nathanos recalled the elves watching the gladiator performance in the audience, but he felt that those Kadore did not come from the home of the night elves today. He could ask about the magical aura of those guys. "Are those elves... upper elves?"

"I don't know what the upper elves are, masters, but they are indeed not members of the alliance. On the contrary, they seem to be hostile to outsiders."

The Withered recalled her experience in the ancient war. The prosperity of Sin Azalie, the energy of the Well of Eternity, the beauty of Queen Azalah, and her extravagant followers...

"I always thought that the upper elves had sunk into the sea with their queen, but I didn't expect that some moss sores had not been solved. This makes sense. Tyrande has always been hostile to the upper elves and even drove out all his companions who could use magic. She mobilized so many troops to send troops to Phelas, and seemed to be determined to win."

"How should we deal with their actions?" O'Han seeks Nathanos' instructions, preferably a good fight with the night elves and drive them out of the land.

"You have to stop them." Nathanos said the answer O'Haen wanted, but the words of the Withered One puzzled her. "But you can't destroy them, nor can you let them evacuate here."

"Can you tell me the reason, master?"

"Now you need to maintain a balance between the forces of the Philas Alliance and the tribe. Santis represents the alliance, and you represent the tribe. I don't want any of you to occupy this place. The best way is to maintain your competitive relationship." Nathanos's explanation allowed O'Haen to clear the questions in her mind. Her mission is to prevent the alliance and the tribe from gaining unilateral control of the Philas.

"Of course, this task is very difficult. You only have ogres, and the night elves are a heavy armed force. You have to make good use of Phelas' geographical conditions. The Forgotten will not help you in order to hide."
Chapter completed!