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When I met Darien Moglani last time he told me that after the natural disaster swept across Lordaeron, countless refugees fled in the vast land. At this time, the pastors stationed in the Great Chapel of the Holy Light and Vows extended a helping hand to many of them. Among them were the pastors who had been stationed in the Chapel, and there were also those who came with the tide of escape. Father Innigo Montor was one of them.

Among all these pastors, Father Innego Montor was one of the most outstanding performances. He rescued countless injured people and his name was praised by countless people. In the end, he became a member of the Brotherhood of Holy Light and had a pivotal position in the Silver Dawn.

I remember this name. Although I do not believe in the Holy Light, I once remembered that I had heard of the priest's trail when I was a child. But such an existence on the road of light in the eyes of the world has embarked on the same path as Arthas.

He is no longer Father Innigo Montor, he is Selzan, the messenger of the dusk.

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Alsace was in a perennial and endless darkness visible to the naked eye. The force rushed and pulsed in his body, making him drifted and calmed him. He was not omnipotent, at least now, otherwise millions of enemies would be destroyed in his mind without conquering and destroying by force. But in short, he was very satisfied with the status quo.

Except—some people are still alive.

On the frozen throne, he reached out his hand to catch the snow in the cold wind, but only ice remained between the finger guards.

When he put his hand back on the throne again, a tall and strange figure had already appeared below his sight. The chains flying on the other side made Alsace feel much more at ease.

"Your Majesty!" Kelthuzad, his most loyal adjutant, was bowing his head to pay tribute at this moment.

"He's still alive!" Arthas's voice penetrated the darkness surrounding the lich. "He and his Forsaken have arrived."

"I don't think you have to worry at all, your majesty," said Kelthuzad. The huge head was breathing white air and slowly raised it to his master. "If you want to get rid of him, we can leak the news to Quelthalas. As far as I know, Nathanos's lover during his lifetime did not allow him to become a dead soul in Azeroth."

"Do you think that the useless elves can still pose a threat to him?" Arthas stood up and slowly walked down the steps. He looked down at Kel'Thujad. Although the lich was much taller than him, he still looked down at the other party. "I said that he had his own strength by his side following the Forsaken."

"I understand!" Kelthuzad lowered his head and promised: "I will definitely find a way to eliminate the problem of your elbows and armpits for you, Your Majesty. As long as you agree...my plan."

The wind and snow surrounding the frozen throne suddenly became even more violent, as if a barrier was formed. No one could hear the conversation between the two people inside. Soon after, the Lich King's arrogant and prideful laugh broke through the silence, and he had never been so happy in the beginning.

"Let's flat, Kel Thuzad!"

...

Fearless Fortress

Arlos sat in the conference room and stroked his forehead. He felt dizzy, as if he had forgotten something important.

He could almost imagine his frowning look, but what was he worried about? Arrows turned his gaze to his adviser Talbert. Perhaps this flexible-minded adviser could give him an answer.

"Talbert, did I... do anything before?"

The consultant felt strange at first, then smiled and replied, "I can't monitor you all the time, General. But if you want to ask me what military decisions you have made recently, I can tell you clearly that you did nothing."

Arlos was very distressed and picked up a book and patted his head, as if doing so would remind him of something.

"What are you doing, General?"

"I always feel like I'm missing a memory. I've experienced something myself, but I don't have any memory of that experience. And..." Alos suddenly looked up at Talbert, "I feel that memory has something to do with you."

"It has something to do with me?" Talbert said without changing his face, "Is it because I have fewer soldiers in the recruitment screen, or have I arranged the wrong route of material transportation?"

"No, your work is done well, perfect." The general shook his head with a self-deprecating voice. "Maybe I'm too tired, maybe I'll forget it." Alos opened his eyes and began to empty his brain. The work in front of him was the most important. He accidentally saw the latest report on the table, which read: The Seventh Legion has set out to the Dragon Bone Wilderness. Duke Boval Fortagen is attacking the Gate of Heaven.

How could it be so fast? Alos couldn't believe his eyes. He picked up the report suddenly and was almost about to get inside. But his eyes were not wrong, and the report said so. Which idiot dared to lie about military affairs with a bold move? The Seventh Legion had not arrived in Northrend, and Duke Berval was still staying in Stormwind City. Why...

"Talbert!" Alos angrily knocked on the table, forcing the consultant who was making tea to turn around. "Who wrote this report? He should be sent to the military court!"

"That was a message sent from the front line two days ago, General. You have reviewed it yourself, and you are still applauding."

"This is impossible!" Alos's forehead was oozing sweat. He had read the report before. Why did he have no impression at all? Talbert did not deceive him because the report was stamped with his seal, and only he had the right to do so.

"No!" The human sitting in the chair instantly lost its strength and collapsed there.

"What the hell is wrong with you, General Arlos?"

"I don't remember anything. When did this happen? When did the Seventh Legion land and when did the Duke of Berval arrive?"

"Two months ago," Talbert replied.

"Two months!" Arlos dropped his chin and couldn't accept the consultant's words for a while.

"Did you forget? Before you led your troops to repel the Scourge that besieged the Fearless Fortress, and then you personally welcomed the Duke of Berval in the port."

"I don't have this memory!" Alos said angrily.

"Almost everyone in the fortress can prove it, of course, and the medal of honor on your chest, which was given to you by the Duke."

This statement made Alos unable to refute. He could doubt Talbert, but he could not doubt Berval and everyone in the entire fortress.

"Why did I forget it all?"

Talbert sighed, "You should pay attention to rest, General." He handed over a cup of tea, "You always think about the battle situation all night long. Perhaps amnesia is a warning to you, reminding your body that it is almost impossible to bear the huge burden."

Alos took a sip of tea with suspicion. The sweet taste penetrated his heart and relieved him a little. "Thank you, Talbert. So it seems that Fearless Fortress is safe now?"

"The Scourge has retreated long ago, General. Listen, aren't there any sound of fighting outside now?"

"Indeed, I didn't hear it. Then I'm relieved. You're right, I should have a good rest. Maybe after a night's sleep I can recall the meeting with the Duke."

"This is a good idea, General. If you still want to drink tea, the tea leaves are in the drawer, which is your favorite taste."

"Thank you, Mr. Consultant."

...

night

Talbert, as always, cast his magic, opened the secret in the mirror placed in his room. This mirror is a prop that can be communicated remotely, from Dalaran. After the spell, the image in the mirror is no longer him, but another person.

The consultant whispered to his situation...

"So, you almost exposed?" There were quite complaining words on the other side of the mirror.

"It's almost there, but I believe you can understand, the Wither. After all, I have never done a job as a spy, nor have I learned the dark magic that controls people's hearts. So it's normal to have some accidents."

"Your accident may expose you, Merriel. I hope you'll be better off being careful," warned Nathanos. He would contact Merriel at this time of day.

"It's a little bit short today." Merriel quipped with two fingers, his appearance made Nathanos angry. "But Alos didn't doubt that the tea I gave him would make sure he wouldn't remember what happened in Naxanar. But he had forgotten too much, and it was not easy to make up for his memory."

"Whatever you do, I just ask you to ensure Talbert's existence. After Varana's death, this identity will be a springboard for us to penetrate into the league's top leaders."

"You are becoming more and more cunning, the witherer," Merriel complained, "but you should find someone to replace me quickly. I don't want to hold on to this living person's skin every day."

"I will let you come back when the time is right."

The answer to perfunctory things was long expected by the mage, but what Nathanos promised never broke his promise.

"Okay, now tell me how your side is going? Is it still going well?"

"It's not going well, but it's not hindered. We have already captured Blood Moon Island. But unexpectedly, when Veronara attacked Shadow Tooth Castle, a fish that escaped. Arugao's son Valam actually fled to Northrend and colluded with the Scourge to resurrect his father."

"So there are werewolfs on Blood Moon Island? It seems that you have lost a lot of people."

"They should have died on the battlefield where they fought against the Lich King."

Merriel looked at Nathanos' angry look and thought that Veronara must have been criticized for this.

"So what are you going to do next? I remember that whether it is Blood Moon Island or the Revenge Fort Base we built in Howling Strait later, they are very far from the Ice Crown Glacier. How do you attack the Lich King?"

Nathanos lowered his head and thought for a while, and began to pace back and forth in the mirror. "The Alliance and the Horde have already opened the Dragon Bone Wilderness, and the Seventh Legion has even established the Late Winter Fortress under the nose of Naxxamas. Soon, Kel Thujad and others will attack the Gate of Heavenly Condemnation. By then, everyone's eyes will be focused on one place. We can take the opportunity to enter the Ice Crown Glacier."

"But the Gate of Heavenly Demons is the only way to enter the National Disaster Base Camp. Apart from that, unless you fly in, there is no third way."

"There are people on the road that have laid the ground for us." Nathanos's mouth outlined a victory-like smile. He said, taking out a red book. Merriel recognized the mark on it.

"Blood Crusader?"

"Remember the conflict we had with the Crusaders when we first arrived in the Dragon Bone Wilderness?"

The mage nodded. Of course he remembered the battle. The Blood Crusaders established a large-scale camp near the Forgotten Beach, named New Fireplace Valley. But they were attacked by the Forgotten people before they could live. The blood dyed the earth red.

"This book was found in the New Fireplace Valley, and it was obviously Abidis's diary, which revealed a lot of information. For example, they established a huge fortress in the north of the Icecrown Glacier."
Chapter completed!