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Rega Earth Wrath was not in a good mood. He went to ask who the female orc who appeared in the arena, but no one told him. No one here knew where the gladiator who split Naga in half with one sword came from, and even her slave owner did not appear. Rega opened his mind to doubt whether the female orc was really a gladiator.

After staying at the Hammer of Doom for several days, Valilla and the Forsaken made him a lot of money, and even returned the money paid by reselling Logosh.

But an accident happened on the fifth day. In the final championship battle, the Forgotten defeated a werewolf captured in Shadow Tooth Castle. The undead transformed into a wisp of black smoke and left here in the shouts of the crowd.

"Did he say anything strange when you're with him?" Rega asked Valila.

The female elf was wearing shackles, and her green eyes carefully captured the subtle changes on Raygar's face to guess the orc's mood at this moment.

Surprisingly, although Rega seemed unhappy, he was not angry. At most, he felt a little depressed, which must be related to the sudden disappearance of the undead.

"I had little communication with him." Valilla replied in a broken orc language.

As expected, Rega did not accuse Valila of lying, but stroked his chin with his rough hands, looking very calm.

Maybe he doesn't care what I will say.

The female elf's eyes slowly moved back to her shackles from the orc, thinking about how much time it would take to open it.

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Night falls in a desolate place. The temperature gradually drops, but it is far from the cooler level. The hard-baked sand is deserted and still stores the sun's heat absorbed during the day. From a climate perspective, the surroundings of Maraton are already very good, at least they can feel comfortable.

But this is something that Nathanos cannot feel. His only feeling is that it is cold. He is cold when he touches someone.

He discovered that the unpleasant environment of the desolate land was actually the same as Lordaeron in the past. The biggest difference was that it was not a gentle and peaceful place. This was a place that could test resilience and temper will. Forgotten people must be careful to protect the hard-earned territory.

On the way back, some strongholds had good defenses, so his soldiers would not doze off.

Nathanos passed through the gates of the Undead Fortress. He focused on the towering scaffolding and huge stone towers below. Their buildings maintained the style of Lordaeron, but the color tone changed to black and became completely militarized. At the very end, the Fortress of Burial: dark, heavy, and severe, with the Forgotten ships docking at the coastal port.

"I will train you to create the best sailors and fleets in the world." This is the statement of the undead captain Tatecer. However, Nathanos knew that all this was because Tatecer served in Lordaeron's fleet during his lifetime. Even after experiencing the pain of death and the enslavement of the Lich King, she still maintained her enthusiasm for this cause. But for the Withered One, he had to figure out whether this obsession would make his people miss the past life.

In short, the "new" Maraton symbolizes the new body of the Forgotten. Its sturdy design makes people feel at ease. The Forgotten is not only safe here, but will also use it as.asxs. to shake the world.

Nathanos mobilized the power in his body to condense himself in the form of smoke. When he walked into the undead fortress outside Maraton, his face suddenly showed anxiety. As the leader of the Forgotten Dark Blade Organization, Belmont was waiting for him at the door of Maraton. The Withered One admitted in his heart that Belmont was a conscientious leader, but when he waited for his master to return, it meant that something happened to Azeroth.

"You are finally back, master." Belmont came up to meet him, and was stopped by Nathanos when he was about to kneel down.

"No need to be too polite, tell me, what happened?"

"A lot of things happened, master." Belmont looked at Nathanos carefully and found claw marks on the other party's clothes, as if they had experienced a battle. "There are news from the alliance and the tribe."

"Talk about the alliance first." Nathanos couldn't wait to order. When he was sure that Logosh was Varian, he was convinced that this was a plan that could disrupt the internal affairs of the alliance.

After taking him from Rega, Nathanos ordered Gizlok to find a way to take Varian outside Theramore City. Then Lieutenant Nath, a spy who was placed by the Forsaken, was joined by Lieutenant Nath, who was inside and outside.

Now, Nathanos wants to know how the final effect of this plan is?

"A black dragon flew out of Stormwind. Ms. Taresha didn't know what was going on, but she saw Varian's son Prince Anduin Urien, who was robbed."

"Varian's baby son was taken away by a black dragon?" Nathanos almost laughed, "Very good, very good. It seems that the league will not take his sight away from Anduin for the time being."

Belmont frowned, and the Withered Realizes that he doesn't agree with him.

"No intention to offend, Master, but... things may not be in our favor."

"oh?"

"We all heard the same news from the spies in Orgrim, Darnasus, Stormwind, and Theramore. In the Silitus area of ​​Kalimdo, there was an abnormal situation..."

"What an abnormality?" Nathanos was mentally prepared to understand what an abnormality made the conscientious Belmont so uneasy.

"It's a bug!"

"Word? There may be insecticides in Gizlok." The withered man was a rare joke, but Belmont did not relax.

"It's not the kind of bug that can be killed by one foot, the owner. It's an existence called the Amqira worm."

"Anqira worm?" Nathanos's eyes widened and surprised. He had heard of this name. When he was under the control of the Lich King, those crypt spiders heard that they were transformed from Anqira worms.

"Is it the Lich King?"

"No, and other threats."

Nathanos breathed a sigh of relief. The Forgotten had not arrived yet to compete with the Lich King. "Talk the point directly, Belmont."

"In general, the alliance and the tribe may form alliances and form an expeditionary force to travel to Silitus to face those bugs."

The brains of Silitus, the Alliance and the Tribe, Nathanos processed the message quickly, Orgrimmar, Theramore, and Danasus.

These places!

And the desolate land, and the Razor Heights, seemed to be sandwiched between the Greeksus and the three cities.

Nathanos sighed, a new crisis was in front of him.
Chapter completed!