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Every action and every decision, I must consider clearly what the forgotten person can get and what the price will be borne.

The lessons from the Gate of Heaven are bitter, accompanied by misunderstanding, death and hatred. Ironically, my people will never know that I was pushing it all by accident, even if the Lich King was defeated, the paper could not contain the fire. My momentary impulse on Naxanalar, which later proved to be a terrible mistake, and I still feel guilty about that mistake. The day when the Forgotten is known to the world comes early. Merriel reminds me that it is an opportunity, but this opportunity... is based on the Fearless Expeditionary Force, built on the War Song Expeditionary Force, built on the pain of Bervar Ftagen and Dranosh Sarufal.

Our "appearance" convenes suspicion and doubt. I have a deep understanding of this.

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Abidis died? The Crusaders were in a mess and they fled around. At this time, Nathanos felt someone intending to attack him. The Withered immediately jumped away and just avoided the other party's sword.

This is a middle-aged man, and his medal level is very high, which shows that he is another crusader leader. But why? After seeing Abidis's death, this guy didn't have a look of angry expression, but instead looked extremely calm... and even smiled.

"Who are you?" When Nathanos asked this, four terrifying guards rushed forward, preparing to take down the sudden appearance of the human.

"Enough!" The man let out a shrill roar, and a strange black magic flew out of his hand, lifting the terrifying guards high in the air, and then throwing them out simply like throwing a javelin.

Whether it is sound or magic, this man is definitely not a crusader who believes in the Holy Light. Nathanos felt that he was not even a human.

"Catch him!"

"I'm afraid you can't do it." The man laughed, his body completely surrounded by a shield barrier, and any attack would be blocked or bounced away. "I'm Melganis!"

The Withering One was shocked when he heard this name. He seemed to remember it. Kel Thuzad once mentioned that the owner of this name was a terrifying demon. How...

"I remember you, the leader of the undead, you disturbed all my plans. One day, you will pay the price!" Melganis did not show his true form in the end, but opened a portal and disappeared on the spot. He left in front of everyone.

"There are minions of the Burning Legion in the Blood Crusade!" Nathanos stared at Abidis who couldn't get up. He really wanted to pull this woman up and stab her swords to relieve her hatred.

And this anger... will be released on the poor crusaders.

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"I feel like we've gotten into something terrible."

"If he was really scary, he wouldn't have run away with his tail between his legs. Don't worry, go and clean the battlefield." Nathanos comforted his subordinates. It would be difficult for the Burning Legion to do anything after he was defeated in the Well of the Sun.

Did the Blood Crusades completely fail? The Withered Ones stood at the edge of the port and enjoyed the sea breeze. At least Northrend's Crusades should have been wiped out, but Lordaeron's blood was growing. I heard that they had recovered the royal city. Where will those fanatics attack in the next second? Silver Pine Forest or a plague land?

I'll clean up theirs.

Nathanos raised his head and the purpose of raiding the Pioneer Army port was to open up the road to the Ice Crown Glacier. The alliance and the tribes on the Gate of Heaven are fiercely attacking the Ice Crown Fortress. Alsace will definitely use all his attention and troops to defend, and there is no more suitable opportunity than at this moment.

The withered people saw a castle standing on the top of the mountain through the thin clouds. The style looked like a building of the Vicu people. But no matter what it was, the Forgotten would take it off. It would be better to be faster, because the fierce battle last night was too loud, and I wonder if it had alarmed the guards of the castle. Perhaps they didn't care at all, otherwise they would not have tolerated the Blood Crusaders to build a port here.

Nathanos continued to observe and calculate the shortest path to climb the mountain.

"Owner!"

"What's the matter?" He didn't want to be disturbed, so he replied reluctantly.

"Lord Belmont sent an envoy. He wanted to talk to you, Master, about what happened at the Gate of Heaven."

Nathanos' body tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm. "Take him here!"

He should have received the messengers who came from thousands of miles in a more serious situation. At least the other Forgotten generals, like him, wanted to know the situation of the battle at the Gate of Heaven. After a moment of silence, the messenger was brought to him.

The wither wanted to speak. He wanted to commend the messenger and comfort the other party with a sentence "Thank you for your hard work". However, he was good at observing words and expressions and began to worry. The messenger saw that his face was pale. Although the forgetted face was like this, the messenger's mouth, eyes, and forehead seemed to be telling Nathanos: What made me pale was not death, but the news I brought.

For a moment, Nathanos closed his lips tightly. She exchanged a look with the messenger. His thoughts had flew thousands of miles in this moment. The content of the letter would never be what he wanted to know. Could it be that the alliance and the tribe failed? If that were true, the messenger should be more lost or angry, rebuking the incompetence of the people. And what Nathanos saw from the messenger's eyes... was only fear.

What makes his followers feel safe even when they stand in front of his leader?

"Get it!" Nathanos ordered, standing as he confirmed his thoughts more, as the messenger's hand was trembling.

He quickly opened the envelope and Nathanos looked around quickly. When he finished reading the first time, he thought he had read it wrong. So he read it again for the second time and read it more carefully. Then it was the third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time! Finally, he subconsciously kneaded the letter into a ball and wanted to throw it into the sea. The anger on his face almost made him have the power to smash the mountain with one punch.

He used great strength to suppress his impulse. Such behavior could not change anything, and what had happened had already happened.
Chapter completed!