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"Has the Dark Temple been broken?" Nathanos sat at the corner of the cliff of the Snow Mountain of Ultratown, with one leg crossed on the edge of the cliff, and the other leg stretched out, drooping in the air. Below was a deep abyss, but the Withered seemed completely indifferent, as if he wanted to conquer the darkness and conquer here. He had done that, the abandoned city of Ultratown was already the object of the forgotten people's palms, and the ogres entrenched here would either be killed or become slaves, and they would be good coolies.

"Yes." Lilian stood behind him, and the skilled female assassin was wondering why Nathanos made such a bold move. "The alliance and the tribe were very fast, but...we were faster than them."

"Where is Illidan? Are you still alive?"

"A witness saw with his own eyes that the leader of the Watchman, Mavi Yingge, left the Outland with his body."

Illidan died? Nathanos was a little surprised. Whether it was for the Forgotten or because he and the betrayer had a feeling of being in the same way, this was not good news. Once the king of the Outlands fell, it means that the war in the Outlands had been completed, and the attention of the Alliance and the Horde would return to Azeroth. This was definitely not what Nathanos wanted to see.

"Forget it, UltraLank is already in our hands, it doesn't matter."

"That's it." Lilian's tone sounded a little doubtful about Nathanos's words. "But don't forget that Ultralank is not only ogres. There are many forces wandering around this place. Syndicate, Ravenhod Manor, and Frost Wolf Orcs. Especially the last one, they belong to the tribe."

"I know, but if you think from the perspective of these three forces, they will only think that we are the Scourge and will not doubt the others."

"Are you sure they won't attack us?"

"No." Nathanos stood up and stared down at the darkness. "These three forces, the Frostwolf Orcs, are not interested in the territory here. Syndicate and Ravenhod Manor are mortal enemies. They will be concerned about each other and dare not take action against us."

That's what he said, but the Withering Man began to worry about the next action. His mind was running rapidly. Should he push eastward into the invading Arachi Heights or to seize Lordaeron northward? Arachi is undoubtedly the simplest. There are only a small number of human troops there, and their commander Galin Thorbain is a foolish and incompetent person. It's easy to capture Rapids Castle. However, the trip to the outside world caused this idea to create an influential uncertainty factor, that is, Danas Thorbain, the commander of the Glory Castle. This man is very influential in the alliance and will definitely return to the alliance. At that time, will he return to Rapids Castle, take over the royal power from Galin Thorbain, and let Rapids Castle rejoin the alliance?

"The fat meat that reaches the mouth feels like it's about to fly away." Nathanos murmured.

Lilian had guessed what he was thinking, and she felt it necessary to remind Nathanos: "Important to be honest, Master. I remember you said that all actions of the Forgotten One must be based on the premise of not being exposed."

"I remember, but the Forgotten One is no longer weak!"

"So you are going to reveal our existence to the world? Will they accept us? Or will they think we are no different from the Scourge?"

The words between the two ended, and the atmosphere fell silent, and only the wind could be heard blowing against Nathanos's black cloak.

"You go back first." After a long time, the Withering One said that, although Lilian has been quiet, he was not used to someone standing behind him while he was thinking.

What should I do? The question raised by Voss is also his question. The forgotten cannot be exposed, but they cannot lose their connection with the living world. They need support and recognition. Who can break the precedent and stand up and publicly acknowledge them?

Alliance? This is impossible. Humans are the race that has been most hurt by the Scourge. They will not recognize the undead who have been out of the control of the Lich King. Moreover, Varian Wrien is an impulsive radical. He will not allow his people to live with the corpse.

The tribe may have a greater chance than the alliance, but the blood elves have joined the tribe. They will definitely stand opposite the Forgotten Ones, and Thrall will never let the disputed parties belong to him at the same time.

Neither of the most prestigious forces in Azeroth is the best choice for the Forgotten, so you can only find someone else.

The Withered was searching for someone to rely on. The end of his eyes should be the Eastern Plague Land, which was corrupted by the Necrotic Magic second only to Lordaeron. At the same time, the power there was also complex, the Undead, the Blood Crusader, and the mysterious organization Silver Dawn. They fought against each other, and there was no victory or defeat in the past few years. Suddenly, Nathanos really thought of someone who might be able to help the Forgotten, and he was one of the few living people who knew that Nathanos still existed. The Withered also had a precious communication with him.

"Lilian!" The Withered Man shouted excitedly. He thought that only Lilian Vos, who had been on missions in the plagueland for a long time, knew the situation there best, but he did not see the female thief. He suddenly remembered that she had been taken back by him. When he turned around and was about to look for Lilian, he saw another person coming over.

"Annoy your thoughts, Lord Dead." Verona walked over and bowed to him stiffly. Before Nathanos could respond, the Dark Ranger spoke, "The battlefield has been cleaned, what should we do next?"

Nathanos hesitated for a while before saying to the commander of the Dark Ranger: "According to my order, all members of the Forsaken must not step out of the castle of Ultratown and deploy scouts around, and then..." Nathanos' eyes turned left and right, "wait for Tatsel's fleet to bring the troops here."

"As for orders, sir."

Veronara was about to step down, but Nathanos suddenly asked, "Has Merriel not come back yet?"

“Yes, no.”

Strange! When Nathanos returned to Azeroth a few days ago, he asked Merriel to go to Silver Moon City to see what happened, but there was no news yet. He hoped Merriel would give him an answer to "everything is OK", which now seems impossible. The secret spies of the Forgotten in Quelthalas also had no news, and the entire kingdom was on alert. What happened again?
Chapter completed!