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Below the arena? Fording was confused by the sudden question. He stared at Nathanos in a daze, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

This question was a bit puzzled, but when Nathanos thought of the words echoed in his mind, he couldn't help but worry. How should he explain it? The voice reminded him to pay attention to the arena before, and then he discovered the Black Knight. This was by no means a coincidence, but a hint.

It sounds ridiculous, but only Nathanos himself knew the authenticity. He waved his hand quickly. "Nothing, I'm just a little worried."

"Maybe the battle makes you too tired."

The wither smiled bitterly, but he hoped that he would stop when he was tired.

At this time, a soldier knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" asked Tirio.

"Great Lord, the Black Knight sent a messenger and said he wanted to see you."

Nathanos and Tyrio glanced at each other, who gave a look and let the Forgotten return to the back of the screen.

"Let the messenger come in." Fording returned to the desk seat, wondering whether Darian Moglani had changed his mind to compete, and if so, it would be better.

The door was pushed open, and an orc walked in strode, and the blue light in his eyes undoubtedly told Tirio that he was a Death Knight.

"Salute to you, Grand Lord." said the Orc.

Fording nodded slowly, and he noticed that the orcs salute gestures were like ordinary orcs, and it seemed that death could not completely change them. "Is there anything to tell me, the messenger?"

The Death Knight shook his head, and the action made Fording frown. "I am sending the message for Moglani, but not for you, but for the master of the Forgotten. The Great Lord said he is in your arena."

"I wonder what Darian is looking for the Withered?" Tirio knew that he had crossed the line by asking this question, but it was indeed a bit unsettling to ask the Death Knight suddenly visited, and he had not received any news from Moglani for a while.

"I don't know this, I'm just a messenger."

The Ashes Messenger touched his chin. If another race said this to him, it would probably arouse his suspicion, but the other party was an orc and had always acted straightforwardly.

"It seems you have to respond in person." Tirion said to the direction where the screen is.

Under the gaze of the Orc Death Knight, the Withered Man walked out. His pace was still a little unstable, and it took some time to restore his state to fight against the Black Knight.

"Tell me, orc. What news did Darien bring to me?"

The Death Knight saluted him and said, "The Great Lord invites you to the Shadow Vault."

"The stronghold you built?"

When Nathanos said this, the orc's cracked mouth outlined a smile, and he nodded and responded: "Yes, the Great Lord is waiting for you at the Shadow Vault."

"when?"

"tomorrow!"

The tight time surprised the withering people. The messenger would meet the next day after the arrival of the messenger? But this also means that it must be something important for Moglani to find himself.

"I understand, I will go."

After the messenger left, Tirion spoke: "To be honest, I have always underestimated Darian's intelligence work."

The Withered Nod nodded and agreed to this sentence. Not only Tirio, but also underestimated the Black Knight. Nathanos appeared here for the top secret, and Fordine just knew it. The arrival of the Black Knight's messenger had already shown that it was a long time ago, perhaps the Withered One was under their surveillance from the beginning. This shows that the intelligence work of the Black Knights was much better than expected.

"Have you been to Shadow Vault?" asked Tirio.

"That place is near my camp. The next target of the Forsaken Glacier that was originally the Forsaken Glacier was there, but it was occupied by the Black Front Knight."

"If you see Darien, please help me persuade him and let him join the game here."

...

Although I have heard relevant descriptions, Nathanos was still amazed at the grand appearance of the Shadow Vault. The palace stood on the peaks of the mountains, and the spire made of Saron evil iron at the top was as spectacular as the Ice Crown Fortress. The Black Front Knights took this stronghold from the control of the Scourge. Nathanos couldn't help but wonder how long the Scourge's influence would last here.

He saw Darien among the leaders of a group of death knights, who seemed to be planning a conspiracy next to their weird rune furnace. Darien wore his armor back and looked majestic. In fact, this was clearly expressed: Darien was the great lord here, not others.

After seeing Nathanos appear, the leader of the Death Knight immediately ordered his people to retreat, and then waved his hand to greet the guest to a remote corner of the hall to meet.

"I happen to have something new to deal with," said Nathanos. "The Lich King's spies penetrated into the silver court, and maybe there are more."

Death did not take away Darian's unrestrained ridicule. "I thought you would show off a premeditated contest that allowed the Alliance and the Horde to see the importance of cooperation."

Nathanos frowned. The question had troubled his thoughts for a long time. "Varian felt that the tribe was not worth believing. Sal saw Grom's shadow in Garrosh, but he was out of reach. He forgot what Hellscream did during his lifetime, and only remembered the part of the heroic death of the battle."

"A man who always can't see what his son looks like," said Dariand, his tone sounded elusive. Nathanos found that he really wanted to see Dariand's expression hidden under his helmet at this time. The Death Knight could show a sad look when he said this. Of course... and the Withering Oneself.

"Yes."

A black knight came over, and he gave a sheepskin scroll to Darian without saying a word, then saluted and returned to his post. Nathanos was surprised to find that Darian had not given any instructions or gestures to his subordinates, which made him begin to doubt whether the entire Black Knight Order also operated like Alsace controlled the natural disaster.

"Do you remember what I said to you when I was at the front of the Northern Expedition Army?" Darian asked, his tone as relaxed as he chatted as ordinary as he did when he spread the sheepskin scroll.

"You said that the Ashes Messenger alone cannot defeat the Lich King." Nathanos said, "and I support your plan, I remember that I have handed over the revenge of the Holy Light to you."

"It's good that you remember this, but I didn't clarify the point at that time."

The Withered One raised an eyebrow and waited for the Death Knight to tell his so-called "focus".

"The war situation in Northrend has been shown in many places. Daxaron Fortress, Zudak, Utgard Castle, Naxarmas, and Naxar."

Nathanos and Moglani looked at each other. The Withered Ones have always believed that they were the ones who care about the whereabouts of the Lich King, and now there is a more "fanity" guy standing in front of him.

"Every time he appears he shows his mighty power, and his power continues to grow, so I came to the conclusion that the power of the Lich King is without limits." Darian reversed the sheepskin scroll to Nathanos and placed it in his hand. "So if we are to defeat him, then we must also surpass our limits. Look!"

Shadow of the Shadow?

Nathanos was not sure at first what the conceived weapon looked like. The entire scroll was full of arcane runes, but when he saw some forged formulas, he carefully read the details, and suddenly he felt his blood boiling.

"Darian," he said, his voice full of surprise and disbelief. "I didn't expect the construction of this weapon to be so complicated."

"Before the Black Knights' expedition to Northrend, I summoned all the skilled craftsmen under my command, which was the result of their months and days and nights." The Death Knight replied, and Nathanos could hear the sick laughter on the other party's lips. "Use the most primitive Saron evil iron as material, and use the Revenge of the Holy Light to forge it. We use his weapon to fight him, right?"

Nathanos's eyes were still looking at the parchment. "This consumes a lot of native Saron evil iron. Where did you find so much material? And how did you give this weapon a powerful power?"

Darian continued ruthlessly. "I'll talk about the first question later. When the weapon is cast, we will bathe it in the blood of the most powerful minions under the Lich King, and then let it eat the souls of hundreds of enemies."

Terrible weapon!

Nathanos can feel evil with just holding this scroll. "In that case, no one can control this weapon. For example, the Ashes Messenger, I once heard that you were unable to exert your power because of the soul hidden in the sword when you fought in the Holy Light Wish Chapel. The soul generally has its own will."

Darian did not stop and ponder what Nathanos said, and he seemed to have thought of the answer, his voice was full of excitement. "If you strengthen it with the fragments of the frozen throne, you can solve this problem!"

"What did you say!"

Nathanos's explosion sounded throughout the hall, and many of the Black Knights were surprised by his voice, and they stopped their work and turned to pay attention to the conversation. Darian was still standing in his place, motionless.

"That's why I need your help."

"Fragments of the Frozen Throne?" The Withered Spit out these words from his mouth in a cursed tone. If others heard these words, they would definitely think that the speaker was crazy. Use pure Saron evil iron to forge a weapon that will devour the enemy's soul? Or use the fragments of the Frozen Throne to strengthen it? That is the throne of the Lich King now, and it is the throne that controls the Scourge.

Nathanos rolled up the parchment and returned it to Darion. "If we could get the fragments of the frozen throne, the Lich King would have been wiped out by then. What's the point of this weapon?"

Darion didn't say a word for a while, staring at the scroll in his hand. When he spoke, the enthusiasm in his tone had been replaced by the coldest coldness. "No Shadow Sorrow, it is impossible to defeat the Lich King. Even if Tirio can fight to the front of Arthas, he must be exhausted, and Arthas is waiting for it."

Nathanos felt unprecedented pressure, and he looked at the leader of the Death Knight with a serious expression, "There are a large number of Saron evil iron and the fragments of the frozen throne, you seem to have been avoiding the source of these two things. Is it related to you asking me for it?"

"You are indeed a smart person. I can probably understand why the Forgotten has survived to this day." Darian stood forward, and now he was only a few inches away from the Wither. "I have a dangerous plan to get both of these things at the same time, and you have to execute the most dangerous part of the plan."

"Will you encounter the Lich King himself?" The Withering One guessed.

"Yes." Moglani was a little surprised, but he didn't show it in his tone. He thought Nathanos would hesitate or retreat, but the next second he got a reply.

"Find the quietest place and talk to me about your plans."
Chapter completed!