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Lasovios looked at the sky and carefully observed the shadows that had gradually gathered over the past half hour. Onyxia was indeed likely to appear from it. What he had to worry about now is whether the person sent by Nasanos could subdue the black dragon. The instructor was extremely guilty of himself when he thought that he would be controlled. Although Nasovios told him that even the strong-willed person would find it difficult to fight against the control of evil spells, Lasovios' inner self-blame could not forgive him.

He was told by the Withered One that if he wanted to make up for his mistake, he should not expose the fact that he had escaped control in front of Onyxia. Finally, he received Nathanos's instructions to catch Onyxia.

Lasueveos was a little excited and forgot about the difficulty of this task for a moment.

Suddenly, a slight step made Lasuevios stand there. This is the Twilight Camp south of Nagran Battle Mason Mountain. The Forgotten raided here five days ago to clear the cultists entrenched here. However, the intention of doing this was not to expand the territory, but to find a hidden and open place to facilitate the dealings of the Black Dragon Princess. The Forgotten instructor frowned. There should be no more talent here...

In an instant, Lasovios turned around and rushed towards the intruder. He chose a simple and rough assault as his first attack attempt. He found that the opponent was also holding a long sword, but it was just a heavy giant sword. Lasovios stabbed straight at the stranger, but was nimble and avoided the attack by the opponent. He seemed to hear the opponent snorting disdainfully. The giant sword slashed him even more dazzled. The opponent raised his powerful legs, kicked it hard, and kicked it hard on Lasovios' chest. The instructor took several steps back and was almost overturned to the ground, his face pale with surprise.

If this was a battle that was the same as he expected, Lasueveos knew that the sword in his hand had already pierced the man in front of him. But now the situation seemed not right, and the instructor controlled himself. He raised his weapon and grasped the situation again, and observed the intruder. The other party was tall, similar to him, and his whole body was covered under a pitch-black cloak, completely covering his face and without sharp ears. He should be a female orc.

"Who are you?"

The man ignored Lasovios's question. She looked around and asked slightly disappointedly: "Has the Withered Master not come?"

Soon, Lasueveos realized the truth. She was also the Forgotten One. Nathanos sent her. But she was not a dead man. The sword in the instructor's hand was retracted.

The female orc turned around and stared at Lasovios' eyes without hesitation. The instructor wanted to look away, but he couldn't do it at all. He stared back. Just as he was watching, the female orc had already come to him, and the speed was so fast that Lasovios could not react for a while.

"You are the instructor of the Forgotten?"

"Yes." Lasovios spitted a word with difficulty, and then he asked again: "Are you sent by Lord Nathanos? Who are you?"

"Only the master can know our identity." The female orc replied, and found a stone to sit down. Then she said another sentence that made Lasovios furious: "You can leave."

"What?" Lasovios roared in anger, staring at the female orc in great surprise. He admitted the other party's strength, but this did not mean that she could order herself. The instructor fought back without any concession and said, "This is the opportunity for atonement for Lord Wither. I will definitely use the sword in my hand to cut off the head of the dragon."

"Enough!" The female orc almost couldn't control herself and taught Lasueveos a lesson. She took a deep breath and calmed her mood. The calming tone seemed to calm the instructor a lot. "First, the task given to you by the master of the Withered is to imprison Onyxia. This order did not say that you should deal with her, and... the Black Dragon Princess must be alive. Second, don't forget your identity. You are the Forgotten, and you must completely obey the will of your master."

The two fell into deep thought and said nothing to each other. Lasovios stared thoughtfully at the female orc who showed her brown eyes from under her cloak. He felt that the female orc was loyal to Nathanos as much as Belmont. The Sword of the Twelve Withered Swords? Lasovios remembered that Giznok mentioned this name, which was the Guards created by the Withered One for himself. Each had a daunting power.

But can they deal with a dragon? Lasovios is very suspicious.

"Go and find a cage." The female orc said again, "You don't need it here."

"Pray, orc," said Lasueveos, squeezing out his clenched teeth, "You better not let him down."

The other party did not answer, and she herself did not know. She never thought that she would disappoint Nathanos. All this happened so naturally and simply. By chance, he followed a human prince to Dunhold Castle, and then found her in the arms of an old orc, trained her to become a warrior, and granted her human wisdom. Then she lurked in the castle and monitored Blackmore's every move. It was her telling him that the human was training Thal in private...that was all the past.

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When Giznok found Nathanos, Forgotten had already established a base on the huge floating island in the northwest corner of the Void Storm. This place is very suitable for dangerous magic experiments, because the chaotic magic of the twisted void well conceals the flow of energy.

Nathanos hates goblins who regard money as life. He hopes that all goblins who join the Forgotten should have such a hint of honor, and he will respect people with honor. At least Giznock doesn't look like a short clown with only money parasites in his eyes.

Yes, he is smart and creative, and he can invent all kinds of novelty. It may be better to have a pure money relationship with this little green guy. But now Giznok has become a full member of the Forgotten, and Nathanos must treat him equally like his other people.

Giznok opened his mouth and smiled, and also showed his yellow sharp teeth. When he approached Nathanos, he spoke in the most flaunting voice. When he saw the Forgotten was about to build the latest base, he knew what he was here to do.

"I think I will meet your needs, Master."

"Look at this." Nathanos clapped his hands, and several soldiers carried the fel cannons transported from the magic casting base. This device has no gears, and the entire body shape is to be expanded by hundreds of times, and its head is three-point similar to that of the shark. "This is the mechanical device of the Burning Legion, which has not appeared in the Battle of Mount Hygar."
Chapter completed!