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I still remember the scene when we first met Arthas. I still remember the smiley face when he reached out to me. I still remember the anticipated gaze of Uther at that time, but the coldness that hand gave me was amazing, as if I had touched something evil that should have been hidden forever. I often wonder whether Arthas's depravity has something to do with me? Do I really want to defeat him?

Maybe I will know the answer soon.

The night fell as I wrote this passage, and the soft night was incomparable to this desolate beach. As I walked out of the cabin, I looked up at countless stars, and the breeze with the smell of sea water gently caressed my face.

I looked up at the coast of Northrend, thinking that I should have someone to investigate the situation first after I got ashore, but the situation was right in front of me.

Whether before or after death, I asked about everything Arthas experienced in Northrend, but all the broken words combined were not as good as I had seen with my own eyes.

I called that coast the forgotten coast and ordered the Forgotten people to clear the ghosts floating by the sea. They were all Lordaeron soldiers and seemed to be still holding on to their posts, but what they didn't know was that the kingdom they swore to protect had long been destroyed. The prince they followed had long abandoned them.

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The Fearless Fortress is like a shrinking main city, a busy dock, a soldier guarding the front, and an orderly recruitment office. The alliance's primary task is to defend it and provide others with a landing or retreating point.

The commander of the Fearless Fortress was Alos. He was under great pressure as he was under the title of general. Not long ago, he received a letter from the Regent Duke Berval, which said that the elite troops of the alliance were about to go on a battle, and he had to defend the Fearless Fortress during this period. At first, Alos thought that this task was very simple, and the defense of the fortress made him full of confidence, but the Scourge Army sent a large number of spider monsters to attack the fortress day and night. This made Alos not have any chance to rest at all, and he had to pay attention to the battle situation at all.

Just as he was busy, the fortress welcomed a group of special people. Urre, the garrison officer of Delaney, brought Esorda's representative to the Fearless Fortress and vowed to participate in the battle against the Scourge. What's amazing is that Alos was actually hesitant. Because he himself belonged to the Fearless Expeditionary Force of the Regent Berval, there were humans, dwarves, and even dwarfs in this army, but there were no Night Elves and Draenei, allies from Kalimdor. Now someone suddenly visited, and Alos didn't know whether he should accept the help of the other party. Moreover, he had not dealt with the Draenei and did not know about them. If he agreed to participate in the battle, would they take the opportunity to say their conditions? It would be fine if they just provided them with equipment and supplies, but what if there were any other unreasonable requests?

"As long as you give me a command," Urre's voice echoed in the central castle of the Fearless Fortress, allowing Alos, who was thinking, to focus on him. "Draini will absolutely obey your command. And I promise you that I can recruit two regiments of troops within a month."

Two regiments? Alos opened his only eye wide, which were thousands of soldiers. The conditions were very good, and he also knew that the troops Urre mentioned must be Draenei or the night elves. According to Alos, these two major races are good at healing, and the druids and the paladins can greatly help the wounded.

He began to shake, but was still confused, so he turned his eyes to Talbert, the advisor beside him. Talbert joined the Fearless Expeditionary Force not long ago. With his flexible mind and visionary judgment, he soon became Alos's personal adviser. He could not only help him solve military problems, but also properly handle similar situations at this moment. Of course, he was also good at diplomacy.

"General." Talbert smiled and adjusted the monocles on his eyes with his hands. His voice was very elegant and showed wisdom. "Our army is mainly composed of villagers and farmers. They are all good people, but they have not completely gotten rid of the prejudices and superstitions they have developed since childhood. They are not ready to fight side by side with their foreign allies."

These remarks attracted Urre and other Delaney representatives to look at each other. Prejudice and superstition? Then why can they tolerate cooperation with the gnome dwarfs? Confusion gradually appeared in Urre's heart.

"It's... something makes sense." Alos thought, touching his chin. He forgot the soldiers' thoughts, which almost led to serious mistakes. What should he do if his soldiers had a conflict with the Draenei? One side is his own, and the other side involves diplomacy within the alliance. No matter which side is defended, he will be condemned. Alos decided to politely reject the Draenei's help. "Urre, I will seriously consider your suggestions. At the same time, we will consult you at any time."

"Okay, General." Urre sighed, unable to help but feel a little disappointed, "If you change your mind, we will be happy to provide military assistance."

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Storm City

Taresa Foxton is cleaning the tabletop with drinks. She has been in Stormwind for several years, but her identity has not been exposed. Recently, she used her savings to open a tavern in the trade zone. The land price in the trade zone is not cheap, but people come and go, and the business is very easy to get hot. Moreover, the guests always make a big fuss. Once they get drunk, they can't control their mouths and accidentally shake off some secrets.

Isn't this exactly what Nathanos needs?

It was already midnight, and there were only a few dwarfs left in the taverns who were still drinking. Sometimes Taresa would be teased by them, but she was not disgusted. This carefree race was a regular in the tavern. They were never hypocritical and were much better at dealing with them than some human aristocrats.

When she took back the empty wine glasses to the bar, she was facing her back to the door of the tavern, but suddenly the tavern became quiet. Then a cold air hit Taresa's attention. She turned around to see what happened, but she knew that there was a man in black armor standing at the door. His white hair and pale skin scared Taresa. There were two facial patterns on her face that penetrated her eyes.

Is it a dead soul? Why did it appear here? Could it be someone sent by Nathanos? No, it is impossible. The spies who have contacted her for so many years are very ordinary living people.

"Die...Death Knight?" a dwarf muttered. He had just drunk a lot of wine, but his mind was very clear at this moment.

Taresa immediately understood what he said. Not long ago, a Death Knight came to Stormwind City, and the streets and alleys spread, saying that the dangerous guy had met the king. Then, the entire Stormwind City commander was dispatched, and the king announced that the Death Knight had escaped the control of the Lich King and that the people should give them equal respect as other races.

The Death Knight at the door began to move towards Taresa, and in a short time he had mastered the layout and design of the tavern.

Typical Lordaeron style! Prove that the owner of this hotel comes from the long-lost kingdom. A trace of nostalgia flashed through the eyes of the Death Knight.

Taresa looked at the Death Knight getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but feel a little scared. But she still smiled reluctantly, "Even, evening... good evening, guest. Uh..." She tried her best to suppress her nervousness, but her mouth couldn't keep up with the rhythm of her brain. "What do you want?"

The Death Knight sat at the bar, closed his eyes and said, "I used to like the smell of ale, and probably now."

"Well, okay, a big glass of ale, come right away." Taresa was ready immediately, and when she handed the ale to the Death Knight, she tried to talk to the special guest: "I heard of the King's announcement. Everyone has heard of it, I guess you are here to help us."

The Death Knight took a sip of wine, but his eyes remained unopened, "I have been freed from the Lich King, and I want him to die! If you mean we have a common goal, yes, I am here to help you."

"So if he dies...and what? I mean, what would you do?" Taresa asked this question inadvertently, thinking that the Death Knight and Nathanos are actually the same, and perhaps the other's answer might be Nathanos's answer.

The Death Knight stared at his reflection in the ale, as if he was trapped in memory.

"Will you start your original life again? Go back and reunite with your family?"

"No, I don't have a home!" he replied, and drank the wine. When he put down the wine glass, his other hand had already placed a gold coin on the bar. Taresa was stunned by the generous hand. Before she could find money, the Death Knight walked out of the tavern and took away the cold air in the tavern.

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Agma's Hammer, this spacecraft is about to set sail.

"Stop, what are you doing here?" The Taurus guard in charge of the whistle stopped the approaching person and was full of hostility because the other party was a blood elf Death Knight.

"This ship is called this name? I don't know yet." The Death Knight said, sitting behind the horse.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"I...I'm here...I'm here to do my best. You should see that, I'm wearing armor...and my sword."

Not long ago, the Great Chief announced that the Death Knight was a member of the tribe. This unpleasant news flashed through the Tauren's mind.

"Hmph! Come with me."

Soon, the Death Knight met with the owner of the ship.

The tribe king Agma, his title is quite high.

"I have many shortcomings, the Death Knight, but there are no two points: the first is stupid, the second is to keep your eyes closed!" Agma sat in the soft-cushioned position of the bearskin, looking a little lazy, obviously not like the Death Knight. "I have received the news from the Black Strike Knights. But why did you decide to come here? What is your plan?"

"I have nowhere to go, king." The Death Knight replied, "and your ship will go deep behind the enemy of the Scourge. If you can appoint me, let my... play on the battlefield..."

"Have you said enough?" Agma interrupted him, opening his eyes to look at the dead man. "My patience is limited."
Chapter completed!