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Putres... Kel Thuzad, two of the darkest names among the historical stains of the Forgotten. However, they are not members of the Forgotten, they are the masterminds of the conspiracy and the executors of the conspiracy. Although they are dead, the impact they have never disappeared and will never be. It is difficult for me to eliminate these influences, but I tried hard. I tried hard because I hope that the world will truly believe that this is a conspiracy and it has nothing to do with the Forgotten.

However, although I tried, I couldn't do it, I was alone.

In the dilemma, I felt the true power of the Forgotten One for the first time. I always do my own things and want to appear in every battle, as if saying that without me, the Forgotten Ones can’t accomplish anything. In fact, this is a manifestation of lack of confidence, my lack of confidence in them and myself. They believe in their leaders, they move forward with my will, and they are still the same when the reputation of the Forgotten Ones is under devastating blow.

Then what else can I fear?

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Storm City

The solemn atmosphere almost filled the entire Storm Fortress. Varian Wrien tore the war reports sent from the front to pieces. He roared angrily, and the sound of the ghost wolf echoed in the entire hall and the corridor. The king gasped heavily, and knew that what made him tired was not the roar of hoarseness, but he felt that the plague in front of the gate of heaven was floating beside him. His good friend, the most respected regent of Storm City, Bervar Fortagen, was missing, and no one saw his body, but he was most likely dead, and there were many outstanding warriors in the alliance, who died not in the battle with the Scourge, but in the hands of a group of completely ignored enemies.

"Forgotten!" Varian's eyes were filled with blood. He would never forget the name written on the report. He wanted to tear the tissue to pieces.

"His Majesty the King." A soldier walked into the hall and saluted the angry Varian. "Ministry Seven leader Madias Shore has arrived."

"Let him in!"

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Stormwind City "Golden Rose" Hotel

Orrison heard someone knocking outside the hotel. She did not open the business today, because the hotel's food, wine and drinks were empty.

The hotel owner did not respond to the person knocking outside because she heard the man knocking five times. After five seconds, the other party knocked three more times. After another three seconds, Orison walked to the door softly and prepared to open the door. When the three knocks sounded again, Orison opened the hotel door and said without looking at who the other party was: "Come in quickly."

"You're not being followed, Ms. Foxton?"

Taresa sorted out her hair a little and replied with a smile: "Ministry 7 people can't monitor everyone in Stormwind, Ms. Orrison."

The hotel owner nodded. She was too sensitive, but it was correct to be careful, after all, their job was very dangerous.

"You usually come to me as a guest. What made you ask me to close the hotel today? What happened?"

Taresa's face gradually became a little ugly and disappointed. She received news from the Forgotten a few days ago, thinking that she should tell the Spurs General Spy, but she must tell her personally.

"Some news about Northrend is very bad. I believe the league leaders know about this, but in order not to cause panic, the king may have concealed the news."

“What the hell is it?”

"The Gate of Heavenly Reprimand!"

Orrison understood the word in a little confused way, and it sounded like a place.

"The Gate of Heavenly Condemnation is the gateway to the Scourge Corps' base camp. Not long ago, the coalition forces of the Alliance and the Horde reached that place..."

"The attack failed?"

Taresa shook her head, "Worse!" The blonde girl's face turned paler. "It was wiped out."

Orrison gasped. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the league.

"The Lich King is so powerful?"

"No, it's not the Lich King." Taresa's words confused Orison again. Who is the master of the Scourge? Is it a tribe? Think about it carefully, it is also possible for the tribe to change its mind and betray the Alliance in the face of the battle.

"It's a dead soul named Putres!" The blonde girl clenched her teeth. "He threw a plague on the alliance and the tribe's army, almost killing everyone, and he... also called himself the Forgotten."

For a moment, Orrison felt dizzy, and felt that she had lost her breath and forgot how to think. Her eyes locked in Taresa, and countless emotions surged into her mind. What kind of reaction should she give? The existence she had been helping with had done such a careless thing.

Orrison was about to swear, but Taresa expected her reaction and covered the hotel owner's mouth with her hands in advance.

"Don't be excited!" Taresa said anxiously, "I haven't finished speaking yet! This is a conspiracy, this is the conspiracy of the Lich King."

"It may also be the lie that the withered person told to cover up his behavior!"

"You're dead! You dare to say this name in Stormwind City!" Taresa slapped Orison in the face. The two women stared at each other, feeling the heat coming from their breaths. "Listen, Orison. I've seen the Withered One, and I know who he is. I know him, and he is definitely not a person who can do anything to achieve his goal. After the accident of the Gate of Heavenly Condemnation, he immediately wrote a letter to tell all the secret spies of the Forgotten Ones. It was the Lich King who used a knife to kill people and asked his servants to pretend to be Forgotten Ones to launch an attack on the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde. If we believe it, then we'll be trapped by the enemy. Do you understand?"

After an explanation, Orrison was still angry. She no longer blamed the Forgotten, but was still skeptical about Taresa's words. Her husband died at the hands of the Scourge. The Forgotten promised her to destroy the Lich King, but what happened now seriously shook her confidence in the Forgotten.

"What will the alliance do?" she asked.

"The Withering One needs our help more than ever, Orrison." Taresa replied, "Now the Forgotten One has been completely exposed to the eyes of the world and is in guilt. Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, a thorough investigation of this hidden power will be carried out soon. The Withering One asks us to pay attention to the actions of the Alliance and reminds us not to be exposed. Are you... willing to accept the mission?"

"This is my mission," Orrison whispered, "but this time I refuse to perform the mission." Her words disturbed Taresa.
Chapter completed!