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Even if the Lich King fails, even if the Scourge is no longer a threat, the plague land is still a plague land, and the cursed soil will not grow food in a hundred years. But I will often go to the Maris Farm to check out during peacetime, staring at the moss-filled ruins, and I feel like I have returned to the past. All the joys, angers, sorrows and happiness are witnessed in this place.

The joy of the past is untouchable, but the pain of the past is like a shadow. I am curious. If I lose my heart and if I am also tired of carrying the burden brought by emotions, will I forget the past?

Arthas did this, but his experience told me: a person is not only interested.

...

"The alliance and the tribe are going to withdraw their troops?"

Facing the Magic Mirror, Merriel almost felt Nathanos's saliva spraying on his face.

"Yes, withdraw the troops." The mage repeated his words, "but the battle line in the Dragon Bone Wilderness remains unchanged, and it is just a few weeks to rest and enter a defensive posture."

“What is the cause of this?”

"I have read the instructions and notices of the Fearless Fortress, as well as the allocation of military supplies, as well as the movement of population. I found that many Dalaran mages have left the fortress recently, and some of the supplies have also been sent to the magic city."

"Dalaran?" Nathanos remembered the castle above the Jingge Forest. There were also some informants there. Except for the information that the Blue Dragon attacked Dalaran a few months ago, there was nothing noticeable. "So...has Ronin got into something again?"

"I don't know this, even Alos doesn't know it. The news was blocked very much. In addition, the tribe has made similar arrangements."

"It's just that time!" The Withered Man cursed. The road to the Ice Crown Glacier has been opened, and the action against the Lich King is imminent. At this time, more people are needed...

...Forget it, I didn't expect the Alliance and the Horde.

"Merille, can you pull yourself away soon?"

"What's up?"

Very important thing! Nathanos promised to give the Gate of Heavenly Condemnation. Now the time has come. When the Silver Northern Expedition Army is in full swing, it is absolutely impossible to have hidden dangers in the rear, and the hidden dangers are also waiting for an opportunity to move. "The Lich King can no longer pull away. I think... it is time to send the Forsakens to attack Naxxamas, but Kel Thuzad is a powerful lich, and only you can deal with him."

"Where is Putres? I get it, but what excuse am I going to leave the Fortress of Fearless?"

"Just say you plan to go to Silver Arena, where you can board the boat there in the Moyaki Port in the Keel Bone Wilderness."

The two in the mirror laughed at the same time, and the mage agreed with the excuse, "It just so happens that Naxxarmas is also in the Dragon Bone Wilderness."

"I will give you an elite force, and North is also in the team, and no one is more familiar with Naxxarmas than him."

After explaining everything, the two ended the conversation. Nathanos began to study the map of the Ice Crown Glacier. The Pioneer Army Port and Death Highland were under the control of the Forsaken, and the Shadow Vault was also captured by the Black Knights. The Withered and Darian had already reached an agreement and would soon join forces to attack Yutonheim, which was in the middle of the strongholds of both sides. That was the territory of the Vicu people, and this tall creature would surrender like the Lich King.

Then there was the stitching field and Imiheim. Of course, no matter how Nathanos planned it, it was just an ideal situation. Alsace could not sit idly by and watch the Forsaken and the Knights of the Black Front in their territory.

"Master, the messenger of the Alliance and the tribe arrived." Belmont pushed the door open. Things should have been very sudden, so the leader of the Dark Blade lost his calmness.

Nathanos closed the map and said, "Did they go to meet Fordin?" This is the stronghold established by the Silver Northern Expedition Army in the Scourge City. There is no place in Azeroth that is closer to the Lich King's Base Camp than here. Therefore, it should be normal for the Alliance and the Horde to send envoys.

"No, they demanded to meet the Forgotten Leader."

"Have you seen them?"

"No, Tillio just sent the message, and did not clearly state that you must show up..."

"Then you go, remember three points: avoid conflicts, don't take action, and hide my identity." Nathanos reminded.

"What if they use the Gate of Demons to force me?" Belmont asked.

"Furding will help you," said Nathanos, and at the same time he suddenly felt something. He walked to the window a few steps and saw who it was through the snow fog. There was nothing outside. Realizing that Belmont was still there, the Withered One continued: "The Forgotten Ones should also show their attitude. Just say that at most one week, one week is enough to prove that we have nothing to do with the Gate of Heaven."

Belmont felt much more at ease after guessing that the owner was about to take action.

It was still so abnormal outside. Nathanos always felt a pair of eyes staring at him, and his attention was uncontrollably staring out the window, as if guiding the direction.

It is not easy to go out at night. The Silver Northern Expedition Army has placed many guards at the intersection, especially the direction Nathanos wants to go, which is the direction of the Scourge City.

After avoiding the eyeliner, he then smelled the stinking smell of the corpse. The undead wandering here were almost cleaned up, but there were still some crypt lords wandering, and Nathanos carefully avoided them.

The thing he felt just now was closer. The thing was clearly staying somewhere motionless. A feeling of hunger suddenly surged through Nathanos's consciousness. The hunger targeted not his consciousness, but some existence that was more important to him.

It seems that someone had expected his arrival.

That means... someone is waiting for me...

But who?

"If you are not an enemy..." Nathanos murmured. If an unknown enemy wants to play a game with him, then Nathanos is not a young boy who is not very experienced. The air is not cold, and it is not as cold as the Lich King appears. "Don't hide. You have to change the place when you speak, this is the territory of the Scourge."

"It is also a country of dead people."

The voice came from behind, but Nathanos did not look back. He heard that the sound was not a mysterious existence. He was just wondering why there was such a sound in the cold northern continent, especially the Ice Crown Glacier?

"This is not where you should come, kid."

"If you look back, you will know that I can't get out at all!"

He really couldn't walk out, and all Nathanos saw was a soul, a blue vest, and golden hair.

"You should have died long ago!" The Withered Grip Grip Turned. "I saw him chopping off your neck."

"He just abandoned me, but he also pulled me out of the sorrow of frost."

"How is this different from being dead?" Nathanos asked.
Chapter completed!