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The place where Zarta's Tomb was originally only used to hold a decay parliament. Maraton's original transformation plan did not pay much attention to this aspect. However, now, Zarta's body has long disappeared with the death of the Earth Elemental Princess, replaced by a three-story circular platform built with stone bricks and cement. Nathanos is now pacing back and forth on the platform.

"What makes you so anxious, Master?" Belmont's eyes were always on Nathanos, and since returning to Maraton, the Withered has been like this.

"I'm not anxious." Nathanos stopped, but he felt like he couldn't use up his strength. He also hoped that he would stop, but the undead would not be tired. Sometimes he felt that this was not an advantage. "I was a little... nervous."

"I think so." Belmont nodded, "What are you nervous?"

"Preparation." At this time, Nathanos didn't mind talking to his subordinates. The only regret was that there was no throne in the center of the circular platform, otherwise he could sit down and force himself to stop. "I'm worried that we still have some omissions."

"Do I need to report on our preparations, master?"

This proposal was good. Nathanos walked to the third staircase closest to him and sat down. He still looked taller than Belmont.

"Tell me, try to be as detailed as possible."

Belmont quickly took out the document he recorded and began to read: "The date of action is that after the Alliance and the Horde control the situation of the Dark Gate, we carried a total of fifty scouts, all of which were the most elite death hunters. In addition, the leader of the action is you and Merrell, and the guide is Sirezego Fire Tooth..."

"I know all this." Nathanos covered his forehead with his hands, "I also know the plan, I made it."

"Is there anything else I need to add, Master?"

"No!" Nathanos waved his hand, and he stood up and turned his back to Belmont. "Thurrayan and Kadega went on an expedition to Drano, and there was no news since then, and they might have even died... I don't want me to do this too. Behind that door is a brand new world. Although Sirezego Fire Fang is familiar with that world, the Drano in his memory is already very different from the outside world. There are dangers everywhere, and I don't know what is waiting for us."

"If you're worried about this, let me go first, Master."

Nathanos shook his head and directly rejected the proposal. He was very grateful to Belmont for saying this, but sometimes, as a leader, he had to lead the way for his people.

"Okay, say something happy." Nathanos smiled at Belmont, "Tell me, Belmont, what will we bring to the Forgotten?"

The leader of the Dark Blade opened the third page of the document, "In addition to the ore and herbs of that world, there is also the curse code of Gul'dan mentioned by Sirezego, as well as the information about him that the orc Ner's orc Naozu might have left." Belmont gritted his teeth when he said this, "There are only these, masters at the moment."

"Well, we don't know that world, and we only need to obtain these things for the time being. Let's act when we see the opportunity." When Nathanos said this, Belmont's eyes looked a little wrong, as if he suddenly remembered something. "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, Master." Belmont bowed, "I suddenly remembered the new race that landed on the Mysterious Blue Island."

"What's wrong with them?"

"It's true." Belmont frowned, "Based on our investigation, it was determined that this was a race similar to the Ereda Demon."

"Erida?" The Withered Man looked serious, "You continue?"

"They called themselves Draenei. There were also priests and paladins among this group, and their leader was a man named Viren."

"Draini? Villen?" Nathanos opened his eyes wide and stood there. One of the countless memory clips appeared before him. Many years ago, in the orc's prisoner-of-war camp, when he first met O'Haen, he had communicated with an old orc and learned about the orc's past. It included the sins they committed against the Draini, and the man "Villen".

Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable. Now this race has come to Azeroth, and it will join the league in a short time...

"It seems that the alliance is one step ahead of the Horde."

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Quel'thalas

"What do you think of this port, Ambassador of Bragon?" Aurelia turned her head and looked at the orc who was much taller than herself. Bragon Blood Fist, known as the "Hand of the Chief", represents Thrall's will.

It is an indisputable fact that the blood elves join the tribe. Although Romans strongly opposed it, those who are now on opposition like him have been taken away by Sylvanas, making the great magician seem isolated and difficult to get involved. And in theory, Romans is not easy to say anything, after all, Kelthus said: Anyone except the alliance can do it.

Staying by the orc made Aurelia feel a little resentful. She has not adapted yet. Although her words and deeds have covered this well. But her sister, Wenleza Windrunner, had a straight face from beginning to end, followed Aurelia, and stopped the orc's abnormal behavior at any time.

Similarly, Bragon was always alert to the surrounding situation. Although the Elf Kingdom is nominally a tribal territory, the Chief Thar only sent him and a few Kukaron soldiers to Quelthalas. The conflict between orcs and elves in the past is vivid in my mind. Bragon must always be careful and beware of someone around him.

"I've heard that Quelthalas was attacked by the Scourge." The orc answered, "I heard that it was very damaged here." Bragon's eyes were staring at Yangfan Port, which had been completely restored. The ship carrying his own ship was now parked next to an elf destroyer. The dark red of the tribe echoed the bright red of the elf, and it looked very grand. "But your ability to regroup is really surprising, just like when Chief Thal led us to build Orgrimmar."

Aurelia felt relieved and gradually relaxed, sighing that the orcs did not show any dissatisfaction. She continued to explain: "Quelthalas was indeed miserable, but the will of the people of Sindore will not surrender. This port is only a small part of our grand revival plan. If you see the appearance of Silver Moon City, you must not have imagined that the city has experienced wars and is definitely comparable to the Stormwind City of the Alliance."

"Is this true, ma'am?" Bragon opened his eyes wide and Aurelia returned with affirmative eyes.
Chapter completed!