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At dawn, the earth was filled with morning mist, and Nathanos saw a sunny day. He hoped to smell the coming rain, which would help them hide, and the slight light rain could also keep the forgotten people awake. Unfortunately, there was no rain outside the country. The weather in various regions was naturally fixed.

He, Merell and a small team of death hunters will serve as vanguards, and the large army will follow closely. In the Void Storm, without the dense branches and leaves as a cover, and a trace of an army of nearly 300 people cannot be completely hidden. If Kelthas installed a watch wind sentry in the wasteland, he would definitely know the traces of the Forgotten. Judging from Azeroth's intelligence, Kelthas did not bring the Rangers when he came to the Outlands, which also means that he did not have the best police whistle among the blood elves, but after all, one time and another.

The light-loaded vanguard slowly moved to the demon-casting base along the hillside: Annihilation approached. To be on the safe side, Nathanos sent a quick-handed death hunter to explore the way. After a while, the death hunter came back. Nathanos learned that it was a large group of demons, and there was another demon-casting base next to it: Purgatory, which were guarded by a technician leader of Garg and a lord of the abyss.

Nathanos frowned. For the Forgotten, such defense preparations were obviously too sufficient. However, the good news is that the number of troops on his own is twice that of the defenders at the two bases.

The death hunter, who was in charge of the investigation, knelt in front of Nathanos, waiting for his next order. "Tell the large troops in the rear, tell them all the news, and prepare them for battle."

The death hunter bowed and paid tribute as he stood up and did what Nathanos said.

“It’s very risky.”

Nathanos continued to move forward, calm and calm. But Merriel's reminder came to his ears.

"The demons are terrible enemies. Maybe we can win, but they will damage many people. And... it may also expose us."

"If the demon died fast enough, Kelthus would not know who killed his allies." He said, calling another death hunter. "You will take a few people to guard the important path leading to the Storm Spire in the south, and you must not let a demon go."

After the arrangement, Nathanos looked at Merell again. The mage's face still had a disconfidence expression. The Withered One was worried about something, not because of the next battle, but because of the dispute they had on the way to come.

Merell hopes that Nathanos will solve the problem of the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia first, but Nathanos said he is not in a hurry for the time being.

Onyxia already knows the existence of the Forgotten One. If she is not dealt with, she will sooner or later expose us and even threaten you with this matter.

Nathanos smiled, he remembered these words, but the plan remained unchanged.

"Merill, you take half of the people northward, bypass two bases, and then raid from the north. I will calculate the time you arrive and we will attack together. Remember, don't expose."

The mage took the order and left. Nathanos stayed in place and waited patiently. When half of the troops gathered in front of him, the Withered suddenly remembered a question. The Forgotten did not have the ability to heal themselves. How many of the people in front of him will remain intact after experiencing this battle? Can they still participate in the next war?

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The Forgotten should be fearless. Now all they have to do is to fight with all their strength. This has always been what Nathanos is best at on the battlefield. But now, he still has his own troops. He rushed to the forefront of his troops, shouted loudly, and encouraged soldiers to raise their weapons to fight against demons as thick as big trees. The demons are huge, but the Forgotten have the advantage of numerical and dexterity. When the sound of each demon falling to the ground echoes on the battlefield, the power gap between the enemy and us will be narrowed down.

Like the leader, the Forsakens, who only had cold weapons, fought on both sides of the main formation, eliminated the enemies who were knocked down to the ground but had combat capabilities, and pierced the broad green chest and exposed neck with sharp swords and spears. Soon, the Forsakens broke out into a bloody path among the demons, rushed straight to the intersection of the two demon-casting bases, and met with Merell, who was fighting another section of the battle. If the mage was not seen or the mage's troops were defeated, the Withered people would be alone. Nathanos would never want this, and he hoped to end the battle soon.

Nathanos glanced at the battlefield and saw a tall shadow appearing in the demon's army, and it was becoming clearer and clearer. I had heard of the Demon-casting Camp: there was a technician leader of Gargh in Annihilation. His left hand was a sharp giant chainsaw, with a catheter filled with green liquid embedded behind it.

Nathanos recalled the argument between himself and Merrell, about how many demons there are here and how powerful they are. It is extremely stupid! Now, there is only one solution to the problem, that is, to destroy the demon leaders here.

He rushed towards a terrifying guard who was fighting with the demon, and used Salamani to cut a deep wound on the demon's flesh and blood. The furious demon turned his head and showed his teeth fiercely to him. But the guy's head then lowered from his shoulders. Nathanos glanced at the terrifying guard, "Call some people to surround the demon." He pointed at the leader of the technician Garg. The terrifying guard nodded and went to find the next companion.

"Go forward!" Nathanos roared loudly, and his troops gathered beside him.

Nathanos glanced around again, looking for Merriel. The mage was not there, and the Withered One thought that he might be dealing with the Abyss Lord on the other side. Without Merriel's help, Nathanos had to rely on himself to deal with the demon. The other side was frightened and had just smashed the ground with a chainsaw and knocked down several Forsakens who were approaching him. But he had not noticed that someone had been staring at him.

Nathanos held the hilt with his fingers and rushed towards the guy at a storm of wind. He didn't want anyone to stop him. His warriors were also stopping the demons who tried to approach Nathanos.

The leader of the technician Gargh discovered Nathanos and rushed over angrily.

Nathanos quickly moved his position in front of this mountain-like demon. The demon raised the giant chainsaw, and every time the chainsaw rotated, it made a harsh sound, like he roaring in victory, slashing at the undead, the size of an iron piece.

At the last moment, Nathanos leaned over under the enemy, slashed upwards with the demon's impact to fight against himself.

The leader of the technician Gargh stumbled and stopped, trying to hold on, but his knees still weakened and he fell to the ground. Nathanos turned behind him, jumped up with all his strength, and stabbed the blade deep into the demon's body.
Chapter completed!