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I never thought of meeting her, never thought of, I thought I would meet Uther, or King Terenas, but she...I'm sorry.

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Nathanos stood at the door of the soul furnace and waited patiently. Beside him, the dark ranger Cinthia crawled on the ground, staring at the entrance to the furnace. The dark ranger Carrira always paid attention to the situation from the inside of the furnace, and only the withered person relied on the corner to close his eyes and meditated. Veronara promised to recruit a team of at least ten people today. If there were no such people, he could only move forward alone, and would greatly slow down his pace.

"Owner?"

Cinthia's shout was filled with a hint of excitement, not only her, but the other two huddled in the corner heard the uneven footsteps.

"A little earlier than expected." Nathanos's mouth smiled, and then he stared at the crowd near the entrance. The other leader also saw him. It was an elf, and the sky-blue battle robe on his body showed that he was from the Silver Covenant.

"Salute to you, Lord of the Forgotten. I am Lanceber of the Silver Covenant." said the elf. "We are all people who have met Veronara. She said you need help and promised a generous reward."

"It's true." Nathanos looked at the people, all from the league. It was not surprising. What's strange is that there were a lot of people coming, almost twenty people.

Veronara's mission was done very well.

The Withered Coughed and said at the lowest volume that everyone could hear: "I'm glad to know you, but we don't have time to chat. There's still a lot to do to destroy the Lich King. I'll briefly explain that the Silver Northern Expedition and the Black Front Knights will immediately launch a fierce attack on the gate of the Ice Crown Fortress. To ensure their victory, we must go deep into these evil halls of the Lich King, find out his secrets, and destroy the evil killing moves he might have hidden."

"The Lich King just raided the Silver Arena not long ago. Although the reconstruction work is still in progress, it is just a trick. Once the Lich King's attention is attracted, we can sneak in from the flanks and find useful and important information." Nathanos paused for a moment and continued: "My intelligence organization said that the Lich King's private secret room is hidden in a place called the Imaging Hall. We must quickly and quickly break out a bloody road to it. Is there any problem?"

Nathanos glanced around and found that the men had nothing to say, and even had no doubt or timid expression on their faces, as if they knew what would happen, or who they obeyed the orders. This made the Withering One begin to doubt the origin of the group.

"Since there is no doubt, let's go."

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The storm blocked Darian Moglani's vision, his helmet and armor were stained with white, freezing a thick layer of frost. The griffin carrying him had been staying in this bad environment for several hours. For several hours, the undead griffin had been repeatedly flapping its wings. The Death Knight flew from the Shadow Vault to the Ice Crown Fortress, and he flew very high, and he had put in all his efforts to avoid the Lich King's sight.

All we have to do now is wait and wait for the progress of Nathanos.

He let himself be beaten by the wind and snow, and he was sure that the Lich King could not feel him, and he had confirmed the direction. Now that he thought, the meticulous plan he had formulated with Nathanos at Shadow Vault was too bold, and there was a nearly 90% chance that they would fail.

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Sylvanas calculated that the time was almost over. Lansber should have met Nathanos, and the rest was left to them. But the female elf always felt a sense of tension in her heart, and no matter how she comforted her, she could not calm down. Intuition told Sylvanas that this was not a good thing.

"Can you tell me about Nathanos's plan?"

Veronara had a helpless expression. She had said it six times, more and more details. "General, I think even if Nathanos's plan is still reserved, it must be the part he did not tell me, and I have already said everything I know."

"Have he never told you how he would retreat? That is the Lich King's base camp, and he must find a way to get out."

"He thought about it, but he didn't tell me." Veronara emphasized again that she didn't know, then tasted the tea, and spent a few days at Sylvanas, and she began to become a little casual.

"He will definitely send someone to help!" Sylvanas said decisively. The uncertain eyes almost made Veronala mistakenly think that the person who went deep into the Ice Crown Fortress was her. "Have you been transferred to the Forgotten recently?"

"That's not, and Nathanos said he went deeper alone."

Sylvanas said, stopped and clenched his fists. "It's so dangerous! Whether he has a way out or not, I must be prepared." She took off the cloak from the hanger and put it on her body, looking ready to leave.

"You're going to find him?" Veronara stood up and asked.

"No, I said I won't see him for the time being. I just want to seek help to make sure he can come back safely."

After a moment, Veronara suddenly smiled, "You and the twelve swords of Withering under the command of the Withering One are really similar, the general. He is always worried about the safety of his master."

"I'm different from those people, Veronara." Sylvanas skillfully wore gloves, tied up his legs, and tidied up his hair. The Dark Ranger said that she knew that a group of people who were strong enough to compete with the dragon became Nathanos's guards. "I'm not unconditional to do this, and Nathanos will double down to me in the future."

"The best reward is himself, right?" Veronara said with a smile.

Sylvanas smiled back. She pulled up the hood on her cloak to cover her long blonde hair, "Take care, Veronara. I'm so happy to have these days with you."

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The battle had just ended in the hall deepest of the soul furnace. The one-eyed monster stuck out his tongue and fell to the ground limply, and was already dead.

"Rest for a short while." Nathanos commanded. There were no dead people, only bandaging the wounds and treating their wounds with holy light.

They did need rest, but after hearing Nathanos's words, these people showed indescribable expressions, only Lansber stood up and said: "Mr. Wither, how long did you say 'a little while'?"

"A few minutes." Nathanos' uncovered answer caused a whisper, and he added: "These few minutes are the time it takes for me to open this portal to the Saron pit." He said, and he had already started to recite the spell.

Only then did Lansber and others discover that there was a closed portal on the platform behind the one-eyed monster.

"You don't seem to mention the Saron Mine."

"To go to the image hall, you must pass through the Salon Mine." When answering Lansber, Cinthia, the Dark Ranger's voice was cold and terrifying. "The noise we are here must have been noticed by the Scourge Corps at the Salon Mine, so there will be a big battle next."
Chapter completed!