I remember that I never went to church again after I became an adult, nor heard any trails. Compared to the comforting language of priests, I prefer to use training to clear out the unpleasant things in my heart. Now, I have escaped to death and have no fatigue. What else can I do to make my doubts less?

At least I know that the trail doesn't work.

...

The big turtle spit out a mouthful of sea water into the sky. The scattered drops woke up the walrus captain who was dozing on the hull behind him. He rubbed his eyes, rang the bells and drums, reminding the boat, and also reminding the people in the port that they were here!

The Forgotten disembarked one after another and were inspected by the Silver Northern Expedition Army on the shore. The two walrus food merchants disembarked behind the Forgotten were two walrus food merchants. Their two-wheeled trucks were swinging very well. If it weren't for the help of the Forgotten in front, the things on them might have been scattered all over the ground.

As usual, they also have to undergo inspection.

"Please wait." A Northern Expedition soldier stopped them, and then carefully rummaged over the truck. The dazzling array of fresh food and drinks made the soldiers dazzled.

“It’s accessible.”

The two walrus men nodded at him and pushed the truck away quickly. They set up a tent near the Warriors' Warriors' Courtyard in the westernmost part of the arena, preparing to open a shop here, but there was one thing to do before counting the goods. They took a lot of effort to lift a large box from the bottom of the pile of goods, and then one walrus man let the air out and the other unlocked it with a key.

The unlocked walrus man did not rush to open it, but knocked it three times on the box. There was suddenly a movement inside. The box opened from the inside out, and with his hands, Nathanos stood up.

"Thank you."

"I just don't understand why you don't follow your people, but in this way." asked the walrus man who opened the box.

Nathanos said half-jokingly: "I like to keep a low profile." On the boat, he kept hiding in the box, keeping the same movements.

Several days passed like this.

The loneliness along the way filled Nathanos's mind with imaginations of the Silver Arena, and the Withered One believed that he had been mentally prepared for what kind of scene he would see. But he was wrong. No words in the world can describe the scene he saw.

The buildings were neatly arranged in front of him, and many tents were laid on the snow. There were also many small arenas around the arena, with unified weapon racks and mounts from various races. Nathanos now knew that all participants must undergo various tests outside, and only those who won the first place in the test could be qualified to enter the Silver Arena. Many Northern Expedition Knights patrolled in groups of three to avoid conflicts between the Alliance tribes. A group of yaks were hired by the Northern Expedition Army to guard the captured monsters. Flags of different camps: humans, orcs, dwarves, blood elves... fluttered in the wind.

"This is a scary scene."

"This is what you want." The walrus man presented a finely crafted emblem with both hands. With it, there is no need to worry about being identified as a spy by the Northern Expedition Army as a Scourge Corps.

"Thank you, I wish you new business." Nathanos took it, looked at the walrus and smiled and turned away. He had to think about where to go first. First of all, he was not familiar with it, so he could not go to crowded places. Secondly, he had heard that Fording had invited the leader of the camp here. The tribe didn't care, but the alliance, Varian and Jaina might not be very threatening, but Sylvanas. The Withered One was sure she was here, and if he appeared near her, it would be easy to be recognized by her.

"These eyes are a little troublesome." Nathanos stroked his forehead. The Forgotten, even the Scourge, could not find a dead soul like him with a scarlet eye. The more special he was, the more it would leave an impression.

"I hope no one cares about this."

...

"above!"

...

The whisper is coming again!

Nathanos looked back and saw the two walrus men carrying containers, not focusing on him at all, that is, no one was talking to him.

This voice is indeed himself, but why is this happening? Could it be that who is using spiritual magic on him? But this "magic" has no compulsory nature. It is simply like... a warning.

above?

The wither raised his head and the sky was so gloomy that it would definitely snow heavily in a short while.

"Above, above?!" Nathanos repeated three times. What was above? Nothing. He felt like a clown, led by some mysterious things. But being able to pass the message directly in his mind made him very uneasy.

"No matter who you are, don't want to control me!" He said this. Maybe he had not experienced a real battle for too long and had not encountered a decent enemy, so some existences knew nothing about his power and dared to invade his mind. In fact, Nathanos himself was also a little surprised. From being resurrected to the present, he had experienced weakness many times. At first he recovered slowly, but day after day, the dark power in his body was evolving all the time. He was just accustomed to bows and swordsmanship to solve problems.

"gentlemen?"

The tender and immature voice scared him, and he saw a blond boy standing in front of him.

That soul?

Nathanos blinked. No, this child is real, and he is wearing a silver white battle robe of the Northern Expedition Army, and he looks quite energetic.

"Are you calling me?" asked the Withering.

"There is no one here, I can only call you." He sucked the snot that was about to flow out, and frostbite were found on both ears and cheeks.

Compared to why there are children here, Nathanos is more curious: Isn’t this little devil afraid of himself? Doesn’t he know what the undead is?

"So why did you stop me?"

"No one went to listen to the trail of the priest Lord Paltese, so I came out to pull people." The boy pointed to a triangular tent similar to the Taurus style not far away. The thing was much larger than the main tent of the Alliance and the Tribe. He originally thought it was a place to store or hold meetings, but he didn't expect it to be a church.

"Those who listen to the trail need to have a pious heart. Child, but unfortunately I don't." Nathanos planned to bypass the boy and leave. Now he knew that this little devil was a servant. Those who presided over the trail would have such a servant who was responsible for taking care of the church tables, chairs and benches, and then he would get some things for the priest.

This is the first time I have seen someone come out to attract people.

"The Holy Light guides you, sir. You will definitely be able to get comfort from Lord Paltese's words." The boy followed Nathanos's footsteps and kept saying, but no word could stop the dead.

"It's going to snow soon!" he said at last.

Although the wither doesn't know why a child knows how to observe the weather, he is right that it will snow immediately, which means that people who are still wandering outside need to return to the tent.

“There are warm fires and hot water in the church.”

The boy's conditions are not tempting. No matter how warm it is, the undead cannot feel it. Moreover, he cannot touch something that is too high. There is not much moisture in his skin. The high temperature will cause his epidermis to dry out and fall off. The tendons that retain complete inside his body will also be damaged. Nathanos knew that no matter how strong his strength became, his body was declining unstoppable. One day, perhaps he could not pull the bow, raise the sword, or even walk.

That day will come sooner or later, but not now...
Chapter completed!