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Merriel told me that in retrospect, the time when Forgotten created a homeland was as beautiful as early summer throughout history. Forgotten possessed everything they needed: a base with a pleasant environment, a guide to their leaders, and a law that slowly began to form to the ultimate perfection of Forgotten.

We have sufficient resources, powerful but not invincible enemies, and are not known to the world. Even if some living are not members of the Forgotten, they are by no means enemies. As long as we ask, those who can always find people who share their knowledge and wealth with us, those who have reservations are often forgotten.

Merriel accidentally asked a question while talking to me: When did you plan to get the Forgotten out of the shadow?

I didn't answer at that time because I didn't even think about this question myself. I want to say that when the Forgotten One is strong enough to compete with the Alliance Tribe, what's the point? So long ago, the Lich King must have been wiped out.

I tried to rethink the answers to the questions, but things in the world are not something I can control. Unexpectedly, I caught me off guard. Maybe I underestimated Arthas, maybe the Lich King became stronger not only his power, but also his conspiracy and tricks. At the same time, he also taught me: hatred is powerful. Hatred may be endless. Hatred can be manipulated and exploited.

Similarly, hatred can be created.

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At night, Pioneer Military Port

General Abidis is writing a letter to send someone to the New Fireplace Valley. She has not received news from the Crusader's rear base for many days, and a wave of uneasiness surges into her heart. She began to wonder if the last time she saw the New Fireplace Valley was the last time she saw it.

The door leading to the church was pushed open suddenly, and the soldiers standing at the door were shaking gently, holding one hand tightly on one side. Two guards stood behind him, looking more worried about the act of breaking into the Red Cathedral without permission than his injuries.

Abidis immediately stood up and saw blood falling from the soldiers' fingers. In just a moment, a pile of blood had already been sprinkled on the ground. The blood-colored general stood up and hurried towards him, and he said anxiously: "Enemy attack! The fleet of the undead is approaching from the east and will arrive here in less than a few hours."

"How did you know?" Abidis said suspiciously. She did not hear the sound of artillery fire, proving that the attack in the soldiers might not have begun yet, and the injuries on his body were indeed true.

"I am a crew member who was on patrol this evening. We were attacked by the undead ten miles from the port. They sneaked onto our ship and killed all crew members except me. I jumped into the lifeboat and escaped." As the soldier said, his body began to tremble, and the sea water left on him had condensed into ice.

"Take him down to heal. Sound the alarm and defend the sea level in the eastern region with all his might. In addition, let Archbishop Landray and the sea general Barry Westwin prepare for battle." After Abidis arranged everything, he suddenly thought of a question. The cruiser where the soldier was located was ten miles away. He swam back desperately in a lifeboat, but why? Why could he have time to come back to inform him? Did the undead have not acted at all during this period?

Abidis shook his head. The undead were all a group of brainless guys. It was normal to do some strange actions. Since they were here, let them go without a reply.

...

"Master Abidis has sent out all the warships and griffin knights to fully defend the eastern part of the Pioneer Army's port." Belmont came to report.

Nathanos's eyes wandered between him and the sea level, and then he nodded. "It seems that the blood-colored general has no ability to doubt himself." Just one sentence is enough. The other members of the Forgotten nodded one after another. Abidis overestimated himself and underestimated them.

"Count the time..." Nathanos said, "Tatsel and North should be ready."

"That should be true if nothing unexpected happens."

The wither took out his carry-on pocket watch, aimed at the time, and ordered: "Tell everyone that they will attack in an hour."

...

"Draw out the weapon." Abidis said. In the terrible silence around, the sound of the sharp blade being sheathed was particularly clear. The soldiers were tight and they were like arrows on the strings. Time passed by little by little, and all they could hear were the screams of seabirds, the erosion of the waves, and the creaking sound of their armor when they moved uneasily.

The silence was finally broken by a sensational war cry. The sound was enough to make the blood coagulate and the hairs stood up. The sound of war drums sounded again, the distance was closer and the rhythm was even more intense. From the shadow of the fog on the sea, seven or eight ships rushed out. The howling came from those ships, which made people feel disgusted.

"All cannons, fire!" the general shouted loudly. The ships in the port and the artillery fire on the city wall seemed to hear Abidis's voice, and began to fire shells at the fog.

The rumbling roar broke through the sky, and the Crusaders watched the explosion caused by the undead ships being hit by artillery fire, and the sea breeze also smelled burning, as if it was heralding their victory. But soon Abidis noticed something was wrong. The ships seemed to have not moved or made a decent counterattack, and stopped there to let the artillery attack, as if... to attract attention.

A horn sounded. The sound was ethereal and long, like a music, obviously not from the crusaders - this was the horn of the enemy. All the blood-colored generals in the battle quickly turned around and ran towards the west of the harbor that had no defense at all. When Abidis rushed over, she found that they had no time to deploy their defense.

The enemy is very powerful, Abidis has to admit it.

"General, there are ships of undead on the north...the north are also."

"What!" Abidis turned his head suddenly to see the soldier reporting on military information. The sound of artillery fire had disturbed her hearing and made her feel dizzy.

Now, they are completely surrounded...

Nathanos jumped off the deck. The surrounding crusad ships were burning. The corpses all over the ground even predicted that they were about to win.

Although it seemed chaotic, everything was going as planned. As the Withered Ones expected, they chose to attack from three sides at the same time, and the ships from the east were just baits to attract the attention of the Crusaders.

"Where is Abidis?" Nathanos asked.

"I saw her at the door of the cathedral." A soldier reported.

"Run over!"

Dozens of Forsaken Horror Guards escorted their masters to the cathedral. They leaned tightly and raised their shields to block the flying bows and arrows.

When the time was right, Nathanos pushed away the guard in front of him.

Although he was slowed down a little by little by the heavy sword in his hand, his speed was still outrageously fast. Abidis also saw the undead and believed that he was the undead leader who led the attack. She was already quite agile and the weapons in her hand were much lighter than others, but even so, the small axe could only cut into the air. The undead was still here at the last moment, and the next moment, he was elsewhere, breaking through her defense again and again. She had been hit more than once. Fortunately, the heavy armor saved her, but if the sword in the undead's hand cut down through the gap between the armour between the arm and the torso...

Abidis raised the shield on his left hand over his head, as if he was about to attack the other party, and the other one suddenly slashed down. The undead flashed to one side, but was still hit by the arm. He groaned muffled.

"Ha!" Abidis smiled contemptuously, "You are dead, dirty creature."

An incredible thing happened, and Nathanos suddenly jumped up and rushed towards her. Abidis quickly blocked the shield in front of him to protect himself, but what shocked her was that the undead directly stepped on the shield without regard to the wound on his arm and supported a foothold. At the same time, his sword tip directly stabbed downwards to the blood-colored general's neck.

At this moment, Abidis opened his eyes wide and panicked. For some reason, she called the Holy Light in her heart but received no response... She didn't understand until her death.
Chapter completed!