Someone once asked me what I hate the most, and my answer was that I hate the whispering in my mind, because the whisperers always try to control my actions.

Except for myself...

...

At the Silver Arena, they walked past the walls, climbed up to the top of the tower, and patrolled the forgings and tannery. When they returned to the large tent for rest, Sylvanas spent a long time drawing the map of the arena in his mind. This map, which was kept in mind, details all the known strongholds and alliance positions here, depicting all the friends and enemies.

Jaina noticed in particular that Sylvanas stared straight at a rogue bird tied into a beastly pen.

"Maybe Theramore should withdraw from this competition." The female mage suddenly said, "There is no competition, and there will be less conflict."

"Exiting the competition will only make the enemy more difficult," Sylvanas replied. "They will only think you are weak." She pointed to another large tent corresponding to it, which was the tribe area, although no one has yet. "I heard that the tribe chiefs will come." She stared at Jaina. "I hope he can take care of his subordinates."

Prodmore's heart suddenly tightened, and she realized that she was the only one in the entire Silver Arena who trusted Thrall, which meant that when the alliance clashed with the Horde, she would be unable to control herself and talk to each other.

“It seems that there are more than just leagues and tribes involved.”

There is a large area between the Alliance and the Horde, and Tyrio Ford wisely uses it as a buffer zone. In addition to dummies, there are also riding fields. The people trained here are the Silver Northern Expedition Army and the Black Front Knights, as well as...

Jaina was surprised to see a hunched dead soul with a chapped skin there. He was trying to communicate with a Death Knight, who were also dead, and they had a pleasant conversation.

"The Forgotten is here too?"

They shouldn't have come! Fording trusted them too much! On the first day, when Varian asked who would come to the Colfax who was receiving them to participate in the competition, he was told that the Forsaken was also among them. The King almost ran away on the spot and said the above sentence.

"I heard they captured Naxxarmas." Sylvanas took a deep breath. "Being able to do this means they are well-trained and will never make small fuss when they get together. They are stronger than the world knows."

"Varian said they occupied Altlank."

"Our king also said to destroy them." The female elf joked, "Maybe you have to be optimistic about him, otherwise the initiator of the conflict will be the alliance."

“Varian will only ask the league’s Warriors to win the game,” Jaina said. “At least on such occasions, the league cannot lose.”

"So what if you win?"

In Sylvanas's view, victory in the arena was insignificant. The game would only intensify the contradiction between the league and the tribe. She could understand Tyrio's mind. The Ashes Messenger wanted to promote cooperation between the two sides in this way, because attacking the Ice Crown Fortress also requires the power of the league and the tribe. But Tyrio forgot that not everyone is a Paladin, not everyone is Yitrig. Some people are obsessed with hatred, and some even completely forget hatred. Sylvanas doesn't like both. Now thinking about it, maybe it's a mistake to appear here, or Jaina is right, Theramore shouldn't have participated.

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"……above!"

...

The withered man was in a daze for a while, stood there for a few seconds, and suddenly asked Belmont: "What did you say just now?"

The leader of the Dan Blade blinked. He didn't say anything just now, and kept guarding his master, waiting for his meditation to end. "I didn't say anything, Master."

Nathanos nodded, he knew Belmont was right, because he realized that the voice was not made by Belmont, nor Merriel and the Lich King, but... himself.

There was a voice that was exactly the same as him talking to him. It was by no means spontaneous, but a voice similar to a whisper.

He whispered with hatred and scolded in his mind: Stop! Get out of here!

"Is there any problem, master?"

"Nothing!" said Nathanos. "Are our Warriors ready?"

"They have already assembled in the port and are waiting for your review." Belmont laughed, "I'll take you to see it now."

The Moyaki Port, controlled by the walrus, is the only port in the Keel Bone Wilderness that leads directly to the Silver Arena. These honest and simple natives can get their help by giving them some living supplies or helping them eliminate the invading Vicu people. A huge turtle will take people who want to go out to sea to the destination.

"All are rookies?" asked the Withering One again. After the Forgotten announced that he was about to participate in the Silver Championship, all those who followed him were in a boiling state, thinking it was an opportunity to show their strength.

Indeed, this opportunity does not belong to the Forgotten High-ranking. According to the regulations of the Northern Expedition Army, the leader of the camp cannot participate in the competition. Secondly, Nathanos himself ordered that all commanders, such as Lasovios, who enjoyed a reputation in their respective kingdoms during their lifetime, could not participate.

So, in order to save trouble, the outstanding Forgotten Rookie was sent to the competition.

"Everyone is an elite, master." Belmont brought Nathanos to the port. Many Forsakens had gathered there. When they saw the Withered and Belmont approaching, they reminded each other and stood neatly on both sides of the port.

Nathanos stopped when he walked to the first person, and he realized that this was a death hunter.

"May I have your name?"

"Viseri, master." The death hunter replied.

"Death Hunters are all sharp blades hidden in the dark, but this time you will face the challenge directly. In the arena, your opponent will know your existence. Tell me why you win with Viseri?"

The death hunter had a mask on his face, but those who looked directly at him could see that he was laughing. "After the tournament begins, everyone will witness the victory of the Forgotten. This is an unchangeable fact."

Everyone else laughed, Nathanos nodded with satisfaction, and he walked a few more steps forward and stopped in front of a mage in a robe. To maximize the importance the Forgotten people attach to the championship, the equipment of these participants was the best.

"No one in the arena protects you, mage. Tell me your name, and what are you going to do?"

The Forgotten Mage looks very serious. When facing Nathanos, he is not only not nervous, but is very calm. "My name is Caps, Master. I belong to Lord Merriel's mage area, and I am also his apprentice. With the knowledge of the tutor alone, I believe that I can handle my opponents enough."

Merriel's students are like him.

Nathanos smiled, "Control your strength." He patted the other person on the shoulder, then walked the rest of the way, then turned around and whispered: "I believe that each of you will obey my orders, but what is different from the Scourge is that you still have your own consciousness, so you will be confused about the leader's decision." The Withered man looked at the others, and even Belmont, he didn't know what the purpose of the Silver Championship was.

"A large-scale attack that mobilizes everyone to participate will only cause serious casualties that could have been avoided. And each corpse will become the next warrior of the Lich King." Nathanos remembered the scene of Arthas massacre of Lordaeron's soldiers, and he transformed all the corpses into the dead. It was precisely because Fordine knew this that he held the competition. "Every fallen soldier will become an enemy and get up again, and by then there will be no power to fight against the Lich King."

These words have been recognized by some people.

"The purpose of the tournament is to form a small-scale elite force and launch a fatal blow to the enemy. This is the way to win." Nathanos paused for a moment, giving the Forgotten ones time to understand his words. "In the Silver Arena, you will be tested. You must use your own combat strength to fight against Northrend's most violent and dangerous power. Your courage, strength and wit will be the focus of everyone's attention. Their gaze will witness who can become the most powerful warrior in Azeroth. The winner will be the pioneer in the attack on the Ice Crown Fortress!"

The Forgotten cheered. It was obvious that they all wanted to get a seat as a pioneer.

"The ship will come soon, make your final preparations!"

Nathanos ended his preaching and he called Belmont over.

“Who is the one who leads them?”

"It was Veronara, the master. Dark Ranger applied, and you agreed."

"Tell her to keep these people safe."

Belmont's head retreated. At this time, the walrus man who managed the dock came over and gestured with strange gestures. In Azeroth, language barriers would make everything bad.

"I will speak the language of your clan!"

The walrus man was almost frightened and fell into the sea, but the handrail saved him.

"This is really surprising." The race with sharp teeth wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But things are easy to do. I've invited you guys to come." He looked down at the record book in his hand, which recorded the number of people who set sail for each time.

"Can your turtles bear these people?"

The walrus man immediately changed his face and let out an angry howl, "It's okay to have ten more."

A few gold coins were thrown into the booklet. "Don't mind bringing one more."

"You have to know that this is unruly." The walrus man snorted for a moment. The gold coins made him moved, but his hands were in a dilemma. "The Silver Northern Expedition Army requires that every time people go to the arena must register and report in advance, and your people have been limited."
Chapter completed!