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The starry sky of Kalimdo is beautiful. There are two moons in the sky in Azeroth. It is decorated with stars. Anyone who sees such a beautiful scenery will briefly forget the pain he has suffered. Except for Nathanos, he sat alone on a mountain in a desolate place, looking up, and not knowing what to look for. His heart has been reminding him that there are still many things that have not been completed. Now is not the time to give up on oneself. Perhaps Aurelia had to do this, or for other reasons.

"You are here." Merriel's voice came from somewhere. Nathanos turned his head and a raven stood on the other end of the hill and looked at him. Then a ray of light turned back into a human form. "I have worked hard to find you."

"Veronara needs your help," Nathanos pointed out, and then he continued, "Have you found the Moon God Scythe?"

"I got it in the hands of a human named Kits in the Twilight Forest, and it has been handed over to the Dark Ranger, and soon the Shadow Tooth Fortress will be under your control."

"Then you shouldn't come back, either." The Withered One emphasized, "even if you come back, you shouldn't come to disturb me. I want to be alone now."

The mage showed a teasing smile and joked: "I've heard Belmont say it."

"Then you dare to come to see me."

"Why don't you dare? Now you are more awake than ever. Although you have been insisting that the Forgotten One cannot rely on the living, do you dare to ask yourself, Nathanos? Do you dare to say that you have completely given up Aurelia, and you and her children?" Merriel's words made Nathanos clench his fists, and the mage could almost hear his teeth grinding. "Don't make a mistake, the Withered One. Compared with the Scourge, the biggest difference between the Forgotten One is not that he has gained freedom, but because of the feelings. Everyone who follows you has more or less aspirations for the world of the living. You also want to be affirmed by your lover. You seem to care about Aurelia, but in fact you still care about her very much. You didn't show it, just because you feel dissatisfied in your heart."

Merell rattled and Nathanos' eyes became brighter and brighter.

"You did so much for her, and even sacrificed yourself to save her, but she abandoned you and wanted to bury you with her own hands, regardless of whether you were Nathanos. You just changed your face and she betrayed you."

Nathanos subconsciously pressed his hand to the ground and supported himself. Merell grabbed him from the other side and pressed him down tightly.

"Listen to me." The mage reminded urgently, but Nathanos could no longer bear it. He glared at Merriel, as if he was ready to attack the person who tortured him with words at any time.

"Listen, Nathanos. You have to face the deepest fear in your heart, otherwise you will not be able to lead your followers to their ultimate mission because they do not want to see their leaders... have weaknesses."

Nathanos stared at him hard and tightened his jaw. After a moment, Merriel continued, "Your feelings for her are undoubtedly true, and you have always thought that the relationship between you two is as tough as iron. But her behavior makes you start to doubt this, right?"

"I never doubted!" The Withered One replied sternly, "Never, I know she can't tell the difference between the Forgotten One and the Scourge. I have always believed that one day... one day she will accept me and accept those elves who died. I have always believed that this day will be like that."

Merriel kept looking at him, and for a moment, Nathanos actually noticed that there was pity in his eyes.

The mage sighed. "When that day really comes, can you reunite with her?"

Nathanos faced him, narrowed his eyes and expressed his anger at Merriel's vague words: "Say it just right."

"What I want to say is..." Merriel stood up and looked directly into Nathanos' eyes. "It's impossible that the day you said."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly dropped to freezing point. The weather in the desolate place was always hot. In the evening, the yellow sand brought by the breeze would make the environment worse. But Nathanos and Merrell were still staring at each other. The former wanted to know the answer to the question, while the latter wanted to test Nathanos' determination.

"Because you are you, Aurelia is Aurelia." Merriel said, "If it were the one who died under the sword of Arthas, and the person who became the person who is now, then will you accept her when she appears in front of you? I believe you will accept her and will face the cruel facts with her, because you have no support, no restraints of the kingdom, and no idea of ​​leading the people. You just want to protect the person you care about the most, and Aurelia is one of them." The mage paused for a moment, "But the leader of the Wind Walker family is different. She has her own people. Her surname is responsible for the heavy responsibility of guarding the kingdom, and her children... Your child, she doesn't want her flesh and blood to be criticized, let others know that he has a father who has become a monster."

Nathanos's hands slowly loosened up, and at the same time, he also regained his patience. After realizing this, Merriel continued to explain, "You actually know this, and you don't hate Aurelia. You feel the struggle and anger in your heart out of anger towards fate. You... don't know what sacrifice is."

"Fate?" A light flashed across the wither's eyes. He remembered the scene when he first shook hands with Arthas on Lordaeron Street after the end of the Battle of the Dark Gate. At that time, Nathanos felt the inexplicable coldness, but he simply thought that the prince and him were just destined to be. He felt fate, but what was destined to happen exceeded his cognition.

He asked, "What is sacrifice?"

Merriel then didn't answer his question, but he pointed out a way for Nathanos, "To know what sacrifice is, you must figure out why you sacrifice. Remember, wither, this question is a snare, leading to two extreme paths, choose carefully!"

Merriel seemed to have finished speaking. He looked at the Withered One and closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. The other side walked forward two steps towards the endless wilderness of the desolate land. From the perspective, Merriel could not see his face.

"You are indeed the most different one of the twelve swords of Withering, Merriel, thank you."

The mage laughed out loud and thought of an interesting topic. "Speaking of it, there are only two people in the Twelve Swords now, aren't they?"

"Are they four?" Nathanos turned his head and looked at the surprised Merriel. "I found them in the treasure bay, one of them went to Orgrimmar, and the rest... I hid it."

"Let me guess, is the orc, taurus, or troll who went to the tribe?"

"You can only see these three races in the tribe?"

"Ground...godite?"

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The latest news for 9.0 (you are welcome to point out any wrong things in the following information):

Bonsandy's boss may be the Queen of Winter.

Cyric and Shadra will appear, and the souls of Tedashir, the Tree of the World, will also appear. After they die, the souls enter the Shadow Kingdom, and the subordinate of the prison officer, Muerzara (another Loa who can control death) wants to draw their three souls into the Abyss. Foot Boy and Bonsandy will rescue them. Woking's souls will also appear. The Queen of Winter told him that he had another Loa's soul (Tyrannosaurus) on his body, and the other party was staying on Woking and waiting for rebirth. And Woking would get the chance to be resurrected, but he was no longer a mortal, and he was likely to become a Loa.
Chapter completed!