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Merriel ran up the stairs step by step, while muttering the name of the Withered. There are probably no such thing as stairs in other areas of the Forgotten, but there are ones in the ruins of Ultratown, especially this main fort. Merriel reminded himself to recommend that Nathanos not add stairs when renovating this place later.

Nathanos saw a crown with the flying eagle emblem on the table in the main castle hall, and walked straight towards it. It seemed that some Forsaken who was cleaning the battlefield found it from an ogre corpse. Looking at this crown, the Withering One remembered the betrayed by the Ultraman during World War II. After so many years, the highest symbol of royal power has become the collection of ogres. It is ironic.

A small thought emerged from his consciousness, why didn’t I wear it myself? This kingdom is mine.

Nathanos still smiled involuntarily. It was not the time, and he didn't need a crown. The real king did not need gold and crystal to set off himself. If Alsace had understood this at the beginning, if he knew how to hide it and would not have brought his father's crown so quickly, he would not have been betrayed later.

"Nathanos!" Merriel's shout came from outside. The wizard was stroking in, then suddenly stopped in front of him, and said in panic: "You must understand!"

"What's wrong?"

Merriel finally calmed down and continued, "I found...the pattern."

Nathanos tried hard to be polite, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Of course the mage can find something strange." He nodded to the two guards standing at the door and signaled them to go out.

"No, wait, you don't understand." The mage said, pulling out a rolled-up document, while talking nonstop, as if fearing that his words would be interrupted before they were finished. "There's not much time, you'd better see everything I've recorded in person. If you ask me to go to Quel'thalas, I'll go to the Sunwell. The picture is what I've seen."

Nathanos was still very strange, but the mage's words also made him interested. He sat on a box next to him and picked up the document that Merriel waved at him. The mage sat next to him. As Merriel said, this was a painting about the Sunwell. Although Nathanos had never seen the Sunwell, the flashing light in the middle of the picture still allowed him to tell what it was. The Sunwell was as big as his palm, and the people around him were very small, but there was a person flying over the Sunwell. He glanced at Kardga and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Merriel leaned over. "The point is not this, you have to look at the back." He reached out and said, "Look." He drew an arc on the picture with his fingertips, and his fingertips emitted some magic to illuminate the entire drawing. "Did you see it?"

The hair behind Nathanos's neck stood up. A mural was clearly displayed behind the little man who was suspended in the air: the shape was twisted and he glared. Merriel's description of the mural was very clear, making it look... like a demon. Compared with the crowd surrounding the lower part, he looked extremely tall.

Nathanos tried to keep his voice calm: "What do you think this image means?"

"Kelthas is back, and he killed the blood elf soldiers guarding Queldanas Island. He is already crazy!" The mage's eyes were burning with certainty-and fear, "He occupied Queldanas and made someone rebuild the Sunwell Highlands."

Nathanos glanced around to confirm if anyone was eavesdropping on the disturbing conversation between them. "Then there was a demon's mural in the hall on the Holy Land of the Blood Elf?" He said slowly, feeling a chill in his heart.

How is this possible? What kind of demon could allow Kelthus to carve his portrait in the most noble land of the Blood Elf? No, there is only one demon that the Blood Elf Prince is loyal to, and everyone can think of it.

Nathanos admitted that Merell's discovery was of great use. Kelthas was indeed crazy. He had no choice but to hide the fact that he had become a lackey of Kiljadan. But what should he do? He planned to bring the fraudster to Azeroth, just like Kelthaard summoned Archmond in the past. This ceremony undoubtedly required huge energy. The sun well had been destroyed. How could Kelthas meet this condition? The fog in front of him became heavy. Nathanos's eyes then fell on the little man in the air on the drawings. He thought for a long time before asking: "What's going on with this person?"

Merriel looked at him with inquiring eyes and suddenly felt a sense of ease that could be taught by a child, but his concerns did not decrease at all because of Nathanos's words. "This is the key," Merriel nodded and said, "That's not a human, but the essence of the Sun Well. When Kelthas destroyed the Sun Well, someone gathered the scattered energy into a human form..."

Nathanos interrupted Merriel with his hand, looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly laughed again, saying to him, "You go again and tell Belmont about this, he knows what to do."

Merell was puzzled by the expression on Nathanos's face, but he was used to the concealment of the Withered. Seeing the mage leave, his smile soon disappeared completely from Nathanos's face.

At the door, Lilian Vos happened to meet Merriel. After the two nodded and greeted each other, the female thief focused on the Withered Man with a cold face. She could be sure that Merriel must have said something bad news just now.

"You look for me, master."

"Have you heard of Silver Dawn?"

"Of course, master. Their leader is Maxwell Terosos."

"Do you have any interaction with their people?"

Nathanos suddenly asked this question, which made Lilian feel nervous. "No, master."

"This matter is very important, I hope you don't hide anything."

"I will never hide anything, Master." Lilian never looked up, but Nathanos could hear her struggle in her heart. "However, I have indeed seen a few members of Silver Dawn who were watching from afar, and I did not have any contact with them."

"Who are they? Where did you see them?"

"A night elf, in the sick wood forest in the north of Dalong County, there is also a tauren with uncertain whereabouts."

Nathanos nodded slightly satisfied, "Good, you can at least be sure where one of them is." He looked up at the door of the room, and the other two people he summoned had arrived. "Come in."

Lilian glanced sideways and saw two ordinary Forsakens walking up to him and bowing to Nathanos.

"Tell me your names."

"Rupert, master."
Chapter completed!