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Meditation alone, Tyrio Fordine sat on the broken stone, recalling what had just happened in the game: Wilfred Fitzban, a dwarf who died of his arrogance, killed him by the demon he summoned, and in addition to this, the league was under false charges. Breach of faith and deception made the relationship between the two sides tense; then the worst fatal blow was a shocking truth, and it turned out that the entire arena was covered directly above the underground ruins of Nirub. The Lich King suddenly came and exposed everything, and the frost sad rage pierced the ground, pulling all the warriors who were participating at the time into the Spider Kingdom, facing the long-dead Anubarak.

Tirio is now sitting in this ruins, with the ground scattered with stones from the arena. I really have to thank the Holy Light, the resurrected Anubarak was defeated again.

Of course, this league still made the Northern Expedition Army pay a great price in terms of manpower and determination. Tyrio thought about these battles in Northrend, his eyes were full of fatigue, as if he had become much older in an instant. And no matter what, this league was really a catastrophe, and he himself began to doubt the original purpose of the league.

Suddenly a cold feeling floated over his skin, and Tirio noticed that he was not alone now. He looked up and saw what he had not expected. It turned out that Nathanos Wither and the three death knights were already standing in front of him.

"Windler." Tirio's voice croaked, the most sincere greeting he could now.

"Looks bad," replied Nathanos. This time he looked like he had recovered almost.

At first, Tyrio was silent and didn't know how to respond or understand, and his thoughts once thought that the other party was laughing at him.

"Oops." He answered carefully, suddenly remembering that Nathanos had asked him what was under the arena before. Now, thinking about it, the hair on the back of Tyrio's neck stood up, and the Paladin doubted that Nathanos had known all this long ago? Or it was just a coincidence. "A lot of people were lost."

The orc standing next to the Withered is Korok. He stood a few steps forward and bowed his head to salute. "Hello, Lord Fordin." He said, his tone as slutty and confident as his race, "I am Korok Killer, and I am honored to come to your league venue and represent the Black Knights to participate."

The etiquette of the Knights returned to Tirio. "Just as we are very honored to entertain you, Koroc Kill the Dead. I look forward to seeing your extraordinary skills in the game."

Korok saluted with two other Black Knights and left, leaving the two leaders to talk alone.

"A warrior of an orc." Tirio said. "A very interesting choice."

"Darian is sending a message to let the Alliance and the Horde know," Nathanos replied. "The debate between races is nothing between the Death Knights, because they must face the enemy together and stand together in unity."

Tyrio tried to control his smile. "Of course," he said, and continued after a while. "But it seems like it's deliberately coming over to provoke my league."

"When did the Northern Expedition Army and the Black Front Knights also began to suspicion of each other?"

Another silence came to the two of them, Tirio was still sitting on the stone, and the Withered One stood in front of him without changing. Then the Forgotten leader seemed to have an understanding attitude towards Fording. He chose a seat next to Tirio without saying a word, and the silence was like in the Shadow Vault two days ago, but there was a clear gap in the atmosphere between the two places.

"The alliance and the tribe are probably dissatisfied with you." Darien finally asked.

Laughing came from Tyrio's lips, and then he shook his head and replied, "The alliance is fine."

"So the tribe intends to seize this incident? Or is it that the commander of the War Song Expeditionary Force wants to declare war on the Alliance and the Northern Expedition Army?"

"Hellscream is not the chief yet!" Tyrio roared, "but it is impossible for the Alliance and the Horde to cooperate with each other to attack the Ice Crown Fortress."

"Then you don't have to let them cooperate." The Withered Word forced Tyrio to turn his eyes to him. "Just make sure they can send troops and just wish you."

Tirio scoffed: "They will fight each other! Isn't this what the Lich King wants to see the most?"

"As long as weaknesses are used properly, they can become an advantage."

The Ashes Messenger looked at the young man carefully and remembered that Nathanos was Uther's disciple and a participant in the two wars. If Ren had experienced it, he might be above him. Tirio took some time to respond, without any complacency in his tone. "So what should I do?"

"If you attack the main gate, you may need alliance siege weapons, then the people of the tribe can raid the upper level of the Ice Crown Fortress on airships."

Tyrio looked at the other person and noticed a slight change: Nathanos's death's eyes flashed for a moment. "You mean, separate them?"

"Don't make a mistake, the person who gave the Lich King a fatal blow in the end should be you, and the warriors you trained in the arena. They defeated Anubarak and have proved their strength. As for the others..." The Withered Eyes locked on the flying flags at the top of the Alliance tent. "Their role is to buy you time. As long as the Lich King fails, the Scourge will collapse in an instant."

Tirio suddenly felt a chill: "That's taking advantage of others."

"Do you have any choice?" Nathanos asked.

No more! Fording had already answered the other party in his heart. The abyss of the ruins of Nerub replaced the competition venue. The league venue still had a lot of matters to be handled. It was already noon, and the sun gently set under the peaks of the mountains to the west, which was indeed very small compared to the tower of the shadow vault. The shadow of the vault continued to stretch to the east, as if it was almost reaching the league venue.

Around them, the Northern Expedition and many volunteers worked hard to repair the damage caused by Arthas. Koroc and other death knights set up their tents between a row of vendors, some seemingly unhappy with their new neighbors, but most others respected new guests. The Silver Covenant and the Sun-Snatcher's main tent remained opposite to each other on both sides of the arena, and the two camps were filled with hostility caused by their different ideas.

"My people will help you rebuild this place." Nathanos stood up, "When are you going to attack Ice Crown Fortress?"

"I need to assemble the army and discuss with the Alliance tribes. Material preparation and tactical layout take time." Tirio wanted to continue, but the Withered Eyes stared at him. He realized that his explanation was like an excuse. After thinking about it again and again, Tirio gave a specific time: "Half a month later."
Chapter completed!