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Tyranus saw a group of people rushing towards him, jumping from his mount to the ground, and shouted: "Frost teeth, fight them off."

Frost teeth released the ice breath in a straight line, and the person charging was dodging to the left and right to avoid injury. Tyranus seized the opportunity to summon his last servant - the corpse hidden in the ice tunnel.

The wither felt a dark force flowing from the fingertips of the Scourge Lord, passing through his feet and entering the depths of the tunnel. Soon he heard the sound of steel colliding in the tunnel behind him.

"Everyone, block the undead behind him." Then he turned to look at Tyranus. "I'm going to send him to hell myself!"

The whirlwind began to surging on the platform in front of the entrance of the Imaging Hall, and the skin on the ground was lifted. Fighting instincts and muscle memory guided Nathanos's arm. When he faced the Lord of the Scourge, the sheathed giant sword was already in his hand.

"You are just a pawn of the Lich King," he said.

"What about you? Aren't you?" Tyranus's voice was mocking.

Suspicion hurt him, deeply into the bone marrow of memory. He trembled and vaguely remembered the scene. Invincible rushed towards him with Yangchen, and Frost's sadness stabbed him accurately.

Nathanos resisted Tyranus's attack, and a severe pain surged in his heart, flowing all over his body until he held the sword's hands tightly grasped the hilt.

"Do you think I am?" Nathanos asked.

"Ha, you can feel the sadness of frost, right? You can feel its summons, right? There is never a separation between your soul and that sword!"

The fire of anger immediately turned into a blazing flame, burning in Nathanos's heart. Teranos was kicked out and the toxins broke out, but Nathanos wanted him to die under the sword now!

"I know you." Tyranus tried his best to parry, but his words made Nathanos firm in his determination to destroy him. "The master mentioned you more than once! The hero of World War II, participants in Operation Grembato, and you also slashed the master's mount..."

The Lord of the Disaster was punched by the Withered One on the right face, and he staggered back a few steps. It was difficult for him to stand firm, but he could still speak: "How does it feel to kill his mother?"

Then another kick in the chest, Tyranus fell to the ground and his weapons flew out. Nathanos slashed at him wildly, and every attack and thrust was accompanied by the roar and explosion of the air. The Lord of the Scourge summoned a barrier to block his sorrow and rage, which made him even more angry.

"She must smell very sweet when you hug your own woman, but she hates you now!"

For several years, Nathanos had been unable to accept everything that happened at Maris Farm. He could only be glad that he died. After he died, he would not have to dream, nor would there be a nightmare of memories entanglement him.

Now, Tyranus used this to mock him, and he would be affected many times, but people would always make progress. Suddenly, when Tyranus mentioned Aurelia, the Withered One became calm. No matter what he experienced in the past, the only thing he is now grateful that he is not a slave. Even if he becomes an alien or an evil existence in the eyes of the world, it is much better than being a slave.

"All betrayals will die!" Nathanos whispered, and for a moment he saw the surprise on Tyranus's face, and then he smiled: "I'll take your life."

Tyranus laughed and said contemptuously: "You and I know we are dead. What's ridiculous is that you are still pursuing life. After the Gate of Heaven's Reprimand, you can only try your best to please those living people. I hope they have pity for you..."

The sword blade easily pierced the weather-beaten skin of the Lord of the Disaster, and pierced hard! Tyranus's pupils gradually dissipated, and the pain made his face stiffer.

"You did all this...will they... accept you?" Tyranus grabbed the blade that pierced his body with both hands. He was still persisting, hoping that he would be content to hear Nathanos' answer before closing his eyes, or even a trace of pain in the eyes of the undead.

But what he saw was no anger or pain, no helplessness or regret, only fanaticism and excitement.

Nathanos grabbed his head with one hand, leaned over, and whispered in Tyranus's ear: "Do you think I'm here to save them? I've given up on them long ago..."

The battle ended, and Tyranus closed his eyes with the humiliation of defeat, and finally saw the person who defeated him with a smile.

The joy of victory was only short, and soon the pain came back. Tyranus was right at the beginning, and Nathanos himself could sense the call of frost sorrow...

As Tyranus fell, the undead stopped gushing out of the tunnel. Everyone realized that they had won.

"Good job," a man shouted, and his tone sounded like the leader of the rescued slaves. The death of Tyranus symbolized the victory of the Battle of the Salon Mine. After fighting with the natural disaster soldiers, the man spoke quickly in a hurry, but the object of his speech was not the Withered One, but Lanceber, all the warriors of Azeroth except the undead: "Warriors, you saved us and we are free... We cannot repay such great kindness, but I swear that from now on, everyone will know your heroic deeds and how you can open a road to light in this dark castle."

From now on, the withering person pondered the word, and the cloak was blown by a gust of wind.

From now on, the meaning of the forgotten will not be hidden in the shadows, so that the living people will think that the victims have returned to the dust.

He looked at the humans and cheering crowds who were preaching, and thought of Tyranus's question in his mind. It was no longer a problem. He had already got the answer. Although some things later made him doubt it, the subtle flame did not mean a return.

From now on, the Forgotten will be completely abandoned, just like him.

The cold wind is not worth mentioning compared to Nathanos's cold heart, but it is getting colder.

He finally went to see those self-righteous living people... From now on, maybe no one knows what happened here today!

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"Danger is approaching, hide in the tunnel."

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The man became more and more excited as he spoke. The rescued man cheered, and the man full of glory enjoyed the praise. Nathanos heard the sound of his wings flapping against the wind and snow, and quickly approached under the "speaking" of human beings.

He turned and walked towards the entrance of the ice cave without warning, although he knew that if he did, many people would survive.

Carrira turned her head and looked at the master moving in the opposite direction. The wind was still whipping his hair, and he put on a hood with his hands without a sword. The Dark Ranger followed, but his eyes were still on the human.

"Today, we have not only witnessed your courage, but also witnessed the power of the alliance and the tribe to put aside hatred and unite. With this power, even the Lich King will fall to your feet."

A burst of cheers rang out, and Lansber was also among the cheering crowd.

Carrila really wants to know why the withered person doesn't say a few words. He should be the one who becomes passionate at this time.

But suddenly, two black mist flew out from behind the Withered Cloak, flew to both sides, circled around the walls of the tunnel entrance and overlapped each other, forming a magic barrier of perspective.

"Master, is this?" Carrila asked in confusion.

Nathanos did not answer, his eyes were fixed on Lansber, the silver covenant robe worn on the other side, and the leader of the organization... she aroused a trace of pity for him.

Hesitation and soft-heartedness! Nathanos' fists were clenched. No wonder Arthas was willing to abandon his heart. These emotions... always shake people's initial judgment and determination.

The wind outside blew harder, and some people standing outside seemed to have a bad premonition.

Lansber's elf system sensed the energy fluctuations, and he turned around to see Nathanos and the barrier between him. Just as he was confused, the Withered One raised a hand at him and then grabbed it. Lansber suddenly felt that his neck was caught by something invisible, and then his body began to disobey and flew towards the entrance of the cave.

"Ah!" Queldore hit the ice in the tunnel. There was no doubt that the person who caused him to be so embarrassed must be the Withered One, but why did he do this? Just as he pointed at the back of the undead and was about to curse, he found that not only he had flew in, but also the warriors who came with him to assist the Withered One.

"Here you!" Nathanos's voice was so cold that there was no trace of emotion.

A huge monster rushed out from the surface outside the image hall, and its body was so big that its shadow covered the entire platform. Before the slaves could react, the monster released an ice ball with a cold light towards the people below. In an instant, powerful energy hit the ground, and the vibration caused many ice cones to fall from the tunnel. The strong wind ignited the coldness of freezing everything and hit the barrier of the witherer.

If Tyranus's frost teeth were an adult frost dragon just now, then the monster that attacked was the mother of all frost dragons. Her wings flapped, and the prologue of the demise of creatures in the wind. After confirming that there were no survivors below, she turned around and disappeared in the wind and snow again.

"The noisy guy finally quiets. I owe Sindagosa a favor." Nathanos waved his hand and removed the barrier and walked out with Kalila. The entire platform was completely frozen, and the people standing on the platform turned into ice sculptures with a terrified expression.

Lansber seemed to have seen the end of the world, his lips trembled and he didn't dare to let out a breath.

"The hall of image has finally arrived!" said the wither with a smile, and soon he heard a rebuttal voice coming from behind.

"Then... what's the price?" Lansber wanted to bite every word, but he was overwhelmed by his excitement. "You knew that Sindagosa would come for a long time? Why didn't you save them? Why did you save me?"

"You should say thank you, elves." Nathanos turned to look at him. "There are the rest of you. If you don't want to live, you can be punished."

"You haven't answered my question yet, why don't you let me die with these people?"

"I can do it now!" The Withered Glare glared at him, and the deterrent made Lansber tighten the weapon.

"But I won't do that? You're all her people, I see, so I won't let you die." Salamani was taken back into her sheath. The Withered No longer looked at Lansber with a surprised face. He said to Carrira: "I'll go alone in the next way, take them away and pay them."

"I should stay with you, Master."

"No." Nathanos shook his head, "Don't follow me!"
Chapter completed!