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In the competition, the cheers were reminded of the sound of cheers again. Tirio sat in the center of the audience, with members of the tribe and the alliance on his left and right. Today their leaders also came.

It is really a good thing for the leaders of Azeroth to take time to watch the horse-riding competition in the middle of a war.

Tirion ignored the sarcasm in Nathanos's words. Urien actually didn't care much about whether the league itself was held, but he knew the importance of unity against the Scourge; while Thrall was consistent with his ideas from beginning to end. Only Garrosh was like the Withered Ones said.

The Great Lord was recalling the conversation with the Forgotten, but found that the commander of the War Song Expeditionary Force was looking at him. In his eyes, the orc's face turned out to be like a mask without emotion.

"Tirio, I'm not here to watch the beasts fight each other." The unnatural voice of the King of Stormwind sounded to his left. Fording did not respond immediately, he was still thinking about Nathanos's words:

We need a real game. To outsiders, both sides should be mortal enemies of each other, but the result of the game can only be that one of them defeats the other, rather than destroying it.

The unpleasant pain temporarily leaves Tyrio's mind, and the alliance and the tribe must see the importance of cooperation.

"There are no leagues and tribes today," said the Paladin. "The people who compete today are the Silver Northern Expedition and the Forsaken!"

This sudden news caused both sides in the audience to burst into trouble. A conflict broke out in the competition yesterday. The alliance and the tribe couldn't wait to find the other side to take revenge.

Tirio didn't care about the opposition on the field. He raised his hand and the referee standing in the competition field directly announced the entry of the contestants.

The door was pushed open, and both parties about to compete entered the competition venue at the same time. What surprised everyone was that those people were no longer riding on horseback, nor holding shields and spears, but hiking in with their respective weapons. The white contrasted with the dark blue battle robe.

Sylvanas, who was standing next to Jaina Prodmore, was surprised to find that there were undead among the members of the Silver Northern Expedition. Although I heard that undead had joined Silver Dawn a long time ago, the outside world generally believed that it was just rumors.

The crowd in the audience began to whisper.

Tirio Fording looked at the people below who had stood at the designated location.

I will not be able to remind my people. What the Forgotten needs is redemption rather than killing, and I firmly believe that their minds will help them control their weapons. No matter how repulsive the living are, they can certainly maintain their purest self in abusive and spitting.

After parting with the Withered One, Tirion would occasionally think of the conversation between the two, and even he was puzzled whether the Forgotten One would be as their leader said.

The referee confirmed that the Forgotten and the Silver Northern Expedition Army were ready and announced loudly: "The game begins!"

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Nathanos paused for a while to look around the arena, and he looked at the merchant stalls below, the wooden men neatly surrounding the training ground, and the candidates representing their respective camps, the Warriors and the Champions dined together between the two battles, and the players playing music.

The previous commotion seemed to have subsided, replaced by the relatively peaceful hawking of vendors and the flapping of flags flying in the wind, but a stronger sense of uneasiness was inspiring Nathanos' heart.

Perhaps it was because there was a game about the Forgotten. He told himself that it was just a cooperation, allowing the league and the tribe to see that the warriors of the Silver Northern Expedition Army could stand shoulder to shoulder with the undead, and in the fight with the Forgotten, he could tell that the other party was just an opponent rather than an enemy. Fording hoped that this game would be a role model for the next game.

"Hopefully, it will be successful." Nathanos murmured. Suddenly, his face twitched, and he felt a tingling pain in his brain and a splitting headache.

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"The competition venue, above!"

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The wither fell on the snow and groaned with difficulty. It took a long time to relieve the pain.

"What's going on?" Nathanos supported his body, and no matter what happened, his eyes immediately turned above the competition field where the Forsakens were.

The battle situation should be very anxious, and the deafening roars say everything. But the Withered No longer cared about who would win, but looked at the top of the competition field as he whispered.

Something must be abnormal...

The wither saw that on the stone wall outside the competition field, under the banner of the Northern Expedition Army, a pair of black wings unintentionally stretched out. It was undoubtedly a deceased griffin landed in a dead corner above the competition field, and it was almost difficult to detect.

Nathanos must be the first of all, that was not the Forgotten Griffon, and Tirio stipulated that no flying mounts should appear above the competition ground to avoid interference to the contestants.

Maybe it was the Knights of the Blacks? No, Darian Moglani was the only leader of many forces who refused to participate in the Silver Championship. The Death Knights didn't even set up camps around the arena.

"It's the Scourge!"

The Withered Grip Grips His teeth, and he doesn't warn loudly, because it's unclear how many Lich King's minions penetrated here.

Looking around, Nathanos saw the granary used by the Northern Expedition Army to store grain. The building was built very high and the distance was appropriate, just as it could be used as a shooting point. The wither mobilized his power to turn into black fog to the top of the granary. From his perspective, he could clearly see behind the granny was a dead death knight, carrying a heavy sword on his back and waiting for an opportunity to move.

"No matter who you are, you're in the wrong place."

Nathanos took the bow and arrow from behind. During his charging, a ring-shaped black energy appeared on his arm, slowly gathering in his arrow. The name of this skill is called Burning Shadow Shooting (the introduction in the game is to cause shadow damage to enemies in a straight line in front of the caster). Although he hasn't used it much, it is powerful enough to send some idiots who overestimate themselves to hell...

The match ended, and the Silver Northern Expedition won because the Forgotten party had no member to provide treatment, and the use of drugs was prohibited during the match.

But the audience did not burst out with cheers because the game ended, and they looked at each other.

No one died in battle. The person who was knocked to the ground paid tribute to his opponent and left voluntarily. The undead and the living cooperated with each other. The most important thing is that the process is wonderful and there is no element of fraud.

Tirio was very happy that this was the game he wanted. He noticed that a boy and his businessman father were excited because of the game.
Chapter completed!