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We never realized that it was easy to blame the Gate of Demons on the Lich King who was good at bewitching, or the weak Putres, or the sinister and cunning Kel Thuzad. But whenever someone mentioned the Gate of Demons and said the sourness as sweet and tried to comfort me, everything in my heart was screaming against those remarks.

I am not an eyewitness, and I can't tell why I blame myself so much. Perhaps, I don't think those should die in this way. Facts are better than words, and that idea is so strong. Perhaps the respect for heroic deeds is so deeply rooted in my heart.

Maybe.

Or maybe I just feel like those people can kill more Scourge fighters, who should have played a greater value.

Yes, they still have value in use. I would rather think so.

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Orgrima

With a bumpy mood, Itrig walked into the Chiefs' Fortress, the promenade, the door, and the aisle, the Kukaron guards were still loyally guarding. Perhaps because they heard about what happened in the Gate of Heaven's Condemnation, they were more vigilant than before, and were careful to beware of anyone who approached here, even those they knew.

The gray-haired old orc walked into the hall where Thrall was under the surveillance of the two Kukaron guards. The warmth of the brazier was not at all relieved, as if the flames were burning on them.

Thra looked up slightly and saw that it was Itrig. Before the other party could speak, he spoke first: "I asked Sarufar to come back, but he refused. He said he wanted to find his son's body."

Itrig was surprised that Thrall could still remain calm at this moment, but after seeing a missing piece of the armrest of the chief seat, he thought Thrall had just vented his anger. "Maybe he wanted to find the Forgotten One more."

The chief shook his head, "I can't agree with you, consultant. What's wrong with the people? And what about other tribe members, what do they think?"

"Woking said everything is to be investigated. His most powerful shadow hunter has been sent to Northrend to find the traces of the Forgotten Ones. The head of the Taurus feels sorry for the warriors who died in the Gate of Heaven, and he also expresses his desire to punish the murderer severely."

"It sounds like Kane's words can calm the anger in the hearts of the people." Saar nodded, although he knew it was only temporary.

"Chief, I have an idea..."

"Tell me, look."

"We cannot rule out that the Gate of Demons is a conspiracy of the Lich King. Maybe he wants to point his finger at the Alliance. The Forgotten One, an organization that has never appeared before, may be fabricated by the Scourge. We have nowhere to look for it, and then we will think that the people who attacked the Little Sarufar are hiding in the Alliance's city."

Thrall sat on the throne and looked at Etrig for a few seconds. He could not deny what the adviser said, and he actually had an idea that Etrig happened to coincide with Etrig, that is, the Forgotten was really hidden in the Alliance city, and they obeyed the king's orders. But soon Thrall rejected such a judgment. The Alliance was indeed not worthy of full belief, but at least they would not joke about the lives of their soldiers. Thrall heard that Stormwind lost a regent in this battle.

"You have some truth to it, Itrig. This may be a conspiracy. But before all the answers are revealed, we'd better not speculate. The enemy is still the Lich King. Let's wait for news from Woking to see if he can find clues."

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Orgrimmar, slum

Ux Bloodspeaker sneaked into the house of the dark-skinned goblin. As a stalker, it is not difficult to avoid everyone's sight.

"You didn't have a iron today?" The orc frowned and looked at the little man who was dozing on the haystack.

The goblin rubbed his eyes and saw who it was, "There is no goods. All the irons in Orgrimmar were sent to Northrend."

"I'm about to tell you about that place."

"The Gate of Heavenly Reprimand?"

Ux nodded.

"You better know one thing, the Master's Kingdom is free of plague."

"This statement cannot satisfy the spies elsewhere in the city. They need an explanation from the Lord of Forgotten."

Di stared at Ux indifferently. The orc was startled at first, it was definitely not the look of a goblin.

Warning and suspicion, Ux saw this in the big eyes, but he firmly believed that there were other more terrifying things hidden in his eyes.

"Shut up the spies, the truth of the matter will be revealed." The goblin lay back on the haystack and continued to enjoy his leisure time.

"What would you do if it was done by the Wither?" asked Ux Bloodspeaker as he finally left. The unexpected but disturbing answer he received.

"My thoughts never matter, my behavior is not free. This is the Sword of the Withering Twelve."

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Northrend

Nathanos was supposed to return to the Pioneer Army port, but he went to find Belmont. When the leader of the Blade was sent by him to monitor the every move of the Gate of Heaven, he went to find the traces of Arthas' first visit to Northrend.

They finally met at the tomb of Sindagosa.

"Owner?"

The tomb of the Frost Queen was too spectacular, and Nathanos was lost. Fortunately, Belmont awakened him.

"I've been to the Gate of Heavenly Reprimand."

"So what should we do?" Belmont asked.

"There are only two ways to deal with it." Nathanos had already thought about it on his way, and he could not find a third method besides that. "The first is to withdraw troops from the entire line, the Forgotten cancel all operations in Northrend, and return to Maraton and various strongholds. As long as we avoid the storm, the Alliance and the Horde will once again point their fingers at Alsace."

"I personally object to this proposal, Master." Belmont said excitedly, kneeling on the snow on his knees and looking up at the Withered Ones. "The Forgotten has been waiting for the trial on Arthas for too long. You cannot let them down, and the Forgotten Ones have long died, and their only demand now is revenge."

For a moment, Nathanos felt his eyebrows frown together, showing a terrible look, and almost roaring - then do they want to extinct themselves? Do they want to rot in the soil? - This sentence.

Anger shone in the eyes of the wither, but he closed his eyes before being noticed by Belmont. On the way he came, he probably thought about what reaction Belmont would give. If even those who would absolutely obey him on weekdays objected, let alone others. Nathanos can only laugh at himself for being lucky.

He hissed, "Then there is only a second way. Although I am not sure if the Forgotten is ready, the paper can no longer hold on to the fire. We need to disclose our existence to the world."

"That would inevitably bring anger from the alliance and the tribe." Belmont cursed himself fiercely after saying this. He had never doubted his master's decision, and today, he made an exception twice.

"In fact, I plan to do this. This is a chess game. In order to give the secret agents hidden everywhere, we must do this, too." Nathanos's eyes were on the tomb of Sindagosa. "We need to first seek the support of neutral forces, such as the Silver Dawn and the Black Front Knights, and all the natives in need of help on the Northrend continent. Then we are trying to ease relations with the alliance and the tribe. However, this is difficult to do."

Belmont blinked, and Nathanos thought he was going to ask another strange question, but the result happened to be the opposite, "I have a way to win the trust of the league, master."

"Best do not joke, Belmont, what's your solution?"
Chapter completed!