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"I'm glad to see you are a ranger, Veronara. As a ranger, you should know the importance of your eyesight. Didn't Nathanos tell you not to show your expression when others try to dig out your inner secrets?"

Veronara immediately made a gesture of silence to her, "Please don't mention his name here, you can call him the Withered."

"Okay." Sylvanas nodded, "Windler."

"He didn't teach me anything, the only thing he brought me was a place to stay."

Sylvanas nodded, and suddenly, she held Veronala's hand tightly and asked in the slightest voice: "Where is he?"

This time, it was the female elf's turn to be disappointed.

"I won't tell you, I can only tell you that he is not here, to avoid those who may recognize him, such as the King of the Union."

"Varian?" Sylvanas murmured, "I heard that Aurelia surrounded Nassa... When the Withered Ones, the people from MI7 also went."

"Yes. I have witnessed all that! I can tell you clearly that Aurely made a big mistake. She broke the heart of the wither and created a terrible enemy for herself."

Sylvanas smiled, smiled with satisfaction, and let go of the Dark Ranger's hand, "It's not so. But do you think he will? Will he avenge Quel'thalas?"

"He will only make the Regent regret."

Veronara's answer made Sylvanas feel relieved. She was still worried that Nathanos would start to become distorted due to the dark power in her body for a long time, but she could finally feel relieved when she saw Veronara and the Forsaken who participated in the competition.

No matter how big the contradiction is, it is just a contradiction, especially for Aurelia and him. They have a child, which is a fact that they cannot refute whether they are alive or after death. And this... is also what Sylvanas has no choice.

"Okay, let's not talk about Aurelia anymore. Tell me what he has done in the past few years."

Veronara was a little surprised by Sylvanas's simple and crude inquiry. She would not forget that the other party was not one of the Forgotten Ones because the tone of the Elf became soft. "How can I trust you, General?"

"You can trust me just by not telling others what the Withered is.

The Dark Ranger looked at her with emotion, "If you were the one who was with him, maybe he wouldn't have become what he is today."

Sylvanas's mouth twitched, not accepting this sentence, but listened quietly to Veronara's stories about the forgotten things over the years, from how Nathanos established the Forgotten, to later they crossed the ocean and came to Kalimdo to find habitat, until now. The two of them didn't even notice that it was late at night outside.

"When the incident of the Gate of Heaven broke out, I fell into deep fear. I felt that everything that the Forgotten One had worked hard to collapse. Fortunately, Nathanos stabilized the situation in time."

"He did a good job. Until now, Varian thinks that the Forgotten is just a group of undead who are fighting and making trouble, and his eyeliner is all in Ultraman."

Hearing this sentence, Veronara paused for a moment, and a faint disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth. Of course, it was not aimed at the female elf around her, but at the king of the alliance.

Just one map can compare the respective territory of Stormwind City and the Forgotten One. If it weren't for the lack of military power, the Forgotten One would not need to hide.

Time, the Forgotten one needs time now.

"You already know all the secrets of the Forgotten Ones, what are you going to do?"

"You don't have to tell Nathanos that I know everything, you just need to remember that I will never be an enemy of the Forgotten."

"Then will you go to him?"

Sylvanas was asked by this question. If she didn't know, she would definitely go to Nathanos because she wanted to see him... but what could she do when she saw him? She couldn't help him with anything except saying a few words in her heart and told him that not everyone refused him like Aurelia.

The female elf shook her head quickly, it was useless. With Nathanos' personality, he might have long since no one cared about being recognized by the living.

Thinking of this, Sylvanas said seriously: "I don't know, at least not now. I will only meet him when he decides to announce his identity to the world one day. I... will wait, there is no need to say much."

...

There were only a few people in the church, which were surprisingly quiet. But to Nathanos's surprise, these people were from different races and were seated separately. The Union people sat on the left, the tribes were on the right, and the middle was aisle that separated the two sides.

At the end of the aisle, a stone tablet was erected with an open book on it. In front of the tablet, a woman wearing a tall hat and dark yellow hair was kneeling on one knee, as if she was meditating.

"You are so lucky." The boy who came here with Nathanos whispered, "Mr. Paltese's trail has not yet begun."

This is a woman! The withered man looked at him in surprise. The people who presided over the trail were generally men, called priests, while women were called priests, which were positions with theoretical properties. There was no priest in the era when Lordaeron still existed, because women often did not have the enlightenment to devote their lives to the holy light.

"Funny." Nathanos couldn't help but whisper to the boy, "Where should I sit?"

This is a problem. He neither belongs to the alliance nor the tribe. He can guarantee that once he takes part in one side, he will be disgusted by that side.

"There is no rule, they are just wishful thinking, you know, the alliance and the tribe look down on each other."

"They won't fight?"

"Any private fight that takes place in the arena will be forced to be expelled, which is stipulated by the Grand Lord."

The wither nodded with confidence and quietly came to the corner of the back row of the tribe. He had tried his best to avoid attracting the attention of those guys, but a blood elf closest to him still found him. The other party frowned and subconsciously touched his waist, but found that he had no weapons. So he whispered to an orc sitting in front, and then Nathanos attracted another pair of angry eyes. Later, almost everyone knew that a dead soul appeared in the church.

The priest who had meditated for a long time finally stood up, which also meant that it was about to start. When she turned around, she was very happy to see people from all races coming to listen to her trail. But the one in the corner made her heart tight. Paltese never thought that the undead would come here. She could have reacted, but because she remembered the wisdom of the great lord Tirio, she resisted not letting her eyes show strange gazes.

Her mood fluctuated for a while, and her reaction was naturally slowed down by half a beat. Paltese then retracted her attention. "Thank you for attending this trail meeting. It's so gratifying to see so many familiar faces!" At first, her voice was a little awkward, but soon became enthusiastic. "Today I want to talk about the three virtues of the Holy Light. For us, this is a dark and arduous era. The Scourge is entrenched in the south. The warriors who died on the battlefield instantly became the enemy's minions."

"I sincerely hope that you have not experienced the pain of betrayal. But even if you persist, we must do so. In this era, people should not be unfamiliar with the virtue of perseverance. In the face of hatred and despair, we must stick to our faith and continue to fight. There is no doubt that you have a tenacious will...but we cannot ignore other virtues."

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"above!"

...

Nathanos listened attentively and was forced to pause by the voice in his mind. This time he heard it more clearly. Although he was still the same voice as him, his tone was very anxious, as if something disaster was coming, but you were not prepared for it.

The wither couldn't help but look up, and he saw nothing except the wooden frames supporting the tent and the folds at the top.

Paltese also said two other virtues: respect and sympathy. It has to be said that the priest's language organization ability is the most powerful Nathanos has ever seen. She said a lot, but none of them would make people feel tired. Some listeners even nodded repeatedly.

"Once you feel and understand the sympathy for your enemies, you have reaffirmed your connection with the world. As long as we follow these virtues and principles, this world will become a beautiful world that each other yearns for, a glorious and righteous world. Think about my words carefully, friends. Darkness surrounds us, and we need guidance from the holy light. If anyone wants to talk to me, I will wait for you behind the screen in the confessional room. I am happy to resolve my questions, worries and confusion for you."

Only then did Nathanos notice that a screen was set up in the corner of the church, which is the so-called "confessional room". It seemed to be to protect the privacy of the person who talked to the priests or to avoid conflicts - people between different camps easily accidentally damage the other party's dignity when they talk about their hearts.

The first person to move forward was a human from Stormwind. The Delaneys, who believed in the Holy Light among all races, did not move at all.

The human was wearing a Stormwind City battle robe, with scratches and notches on the corners of the leg guards, and there were scars under the left eye and forehead.

He and the priest walked behind the screen, and the voices of the words outside could not be heard, Nathanos did not use his power to peek at what they said, and his curiosity would not be placed on meaningless things.

In less than three minutes, the human being came out. It was obvious that the wrinkles between his eyebrows were much less, and his mood was relieved, not as serious as before. The priest appeared behind the screen, with a smile on his face, waiting for the next person who wanted to chat with her alone.

Without the power of the Holy Light? In this way, this priest can restore courage from depression by just speaking? This is a manifestation of his extremely high understanding of the Holy Light.

Immediately after humans, orcs and blood elves and other races also went, and the last one was a dwarf. This time, Nathanos controlled a trace of dark energy and brought his consciousness behind the screen...

"I don't know if I have to fight. They are much bigger than mine." The dwarf touched his head and said distressedly. "I estimated the probability of winning and found that this possibility was extremely low. While keeping the spear at its best angle and keeping the shield in a position where the best protection can be provided at any time, how can I figure out how much charge the rogue loads? And... some mounts can stomp me down."

The consciousness was retracted, and Nathanos opened his eyes. Thinking about it carefully, the spears and shields stipulated by the Northern Expedition Army were indeed unfair to the weak races from Nomorigan. Their mechanical mounts might have stopped because they suddenly had no electricity during the battle.

But where is there absolute fairness?

Not long after, the dwarf also walked out with a smile. When Paltese appeared from the screen again, her eyes were all focused on Nathanos.

"Huh?" The wither was stunned. He observed the surroundings and found that he was the only one who had not yet gone to chat with the priest, and those who had talked had already left.

Then, he could leave, but Paltese's eyes seemed very sincere at the moment, and he was not dissatisfied with the possibility of talking to a dead soul next time. He was somewhat expectant. If Nathanos left without looking back at this time, then she would be disappointed.

Nathanos slowly turned his head to Paltese, considering her eyes.

Maybe listen to what she said.

The Withered One changed his seat and sat in the first row of the church. When Paltris was puzzled by his behavior, he spoke: "Sir, I originally wanted to leave like everyone else, but some factors left me behind, do you know what it is?"

"Because you need the help of the Holy Light like them." Paltese smiled and said, "Why are we not talking in the confessional room?"

"I don't need to confess." Nathanos stood up and I approached the priest. "I don't need to protect any privacy. I only have three questions. If anyone hears it, I'll be grateful."

The priest took a deep breath, prepared himself, and nodded seriously.

"The first question is, can the Holy Light bring comfort to people like me? Some of my fellow citizens still believe in Holy Light, but when they come into contact with that thing, they will be turned into ashes."

Paltese's face darkened. As we all know, the most lethal force to the undead is the holy light. She has seen with her own eyes that the light summoned by the Paladins can make the undead feel painful, and this is true for all the undead. This is an indisputable fact. Paltese was surprised to find that she felt a vague heartache.

The first question stumped her, she wanted to speak back, but Nathanos had already said the second question: "If my first question makes you embarrassed, or makes you question your beliefs, then there is no need to answer it. Why not come and listen to my second question, Lord Priest, if you have a family member who has died and then becomes the Forgotten One, then how would you view him? Can you accept him?"

"I have a brother who followed Uther to participate in Andoral's battle against Arthas. He was dead and I personally held a cremation for him. I can't answer your question. I don't know how to face him, I think I will..."

As soon as Paltese said this, she realized that she had no confidence and could not accept it at all. Are the people who became the dead still innocent souls during their lifetime?

"The real answer is no longer torture to me, priest." The Withering Man ruthlessly exposed Paltese's lie, "I have family, too." He smiled, "My brother betrayed me, and my wife wanted to send me into the cemetery with her own hands... What else can be more sad than this?"

"If you need sympathy, I can..."

"The last question, how do you think the Forgotten exist in this world? I mean, if the Lich King is destroyed and the Forgotten and the Living lose their common enemies, what will you do to us?"

When talking about the post-war issues, Paltese became obviously excited, and she said: "You can live like normal people and build your own home."

"Normal people? Eat or sleep?" Nathanos couldn't help but sneer. "I have forgotten the taste of food and the beauty of dreams. As for home... do you think the alliances and tribes, and even the Silver Northern Expedition Army, will let us act freely?"

"They will save you, I don't know the others, but the great Lord Tirio Fording will definitely find a way to turn you back."

What a naive girl. Nathanos thought to himself that death was hard to reverse, and he had failed many times.

"Before that, will we build a fortress and lock us up? Just like the orcs in the past?"

Paltese was speechless.

"Or, just destroy us together, once and for all. The Alliance and the Horde must think so."

"Holy Light..." The priest's face turned pale, "Holy Light will bless you."
Chapter completed!