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"Save my body for countless years?" The Withered Glazed at Agatha, "Do you think I want this body? Do you think I will allow your dark magic to enter me?"

"This is not a bondage, the witherer," Agatha said. "It is more like a gift. As long as we continue to live, you will continue to live. You don't have to worry about the harm of time to you anymore. Any wounds caused by the battle will heal..."

Nathanosliu responded after thinking, "If so, I don't need your help."

"Why?" Agatha's surprised expression was fully expressed in tone. The reason why the Withered One fell swoop from beginning to end was that he realized that his body was already unbearable. "Don't you care about the decay of your body?"

"I certainly care, but I can be sure how long my body can last, and in a few years it may get worse, at least that's expected. But if you control the process, I can't make sure that the accident doesn't happen."

Agatha heard the meaning of Nathanos's words, and her black wings flew towards the platform and finally landed in front of the Withered. Wagri was really tall. Even if Agatha knelt in front of Nathanos at this moment, she could look at the Forgotten Master in front of Nathanos at the moment.

“Wagri’s covenant is sacred and we will never betray.”

"What if you die?" Nathanos saw Agatha's mouth drooping a little. Wagri fell silent. She had already agreed to Nathanos's concerns. Once Wagri, under the contract master, was killed, all the magic given to the master will be invalid and may even have a counterproductive effect.

"You're worried," Agatha stood up, she turned around and nodded at her sisters, and the rest of Wagri gathered over. "We respect your choice, the Withered One. But I think what we can bring to you is more than to stop the body from rotting."

"Yes." Nathanos pulled a long voice, meaning a warning. Of course he knew what Wagri was best at, and the corpses around him were still lying quietly!

"Don't touch the remains here," he said, immediately questioned by Agatha.

"I think they should be able to strengthen the Forgotten."

"No one wants to be Forgotten." Nathanos walked to the body of a night elf and knelt on one knee. The other party curled up, hoping to get a hint of warmth in the cold.

"I have experienced the sadness of the soul being ripped back into the flesh with madness. I don't want anyone to experience it anymore." Nathanos turned his head to look at Agatha, as if he was sighing. "Let their souls rest in peace, if you want my protection."

"Do you agree to our contract?" Agatha asked happily. Nathanos had begun to wear the clothes he had thrown on the ground, except for the disappearing cloak.

The Bone Bow and Salamani touched with great affection, and the quiver was behind him, and under the hood, he was still the Withered One rather than Nathanos Maris.

There is also Shadow Sadness... Nathanos stared at the weapon, couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and forgot to answer Agatha's question.

It has completed its mission, and continuing to exist will only make people afraid of its power, not to mention that there are still a thousand souls trapped in it.

Nathanos picked up the Shadow of Shadow, and he could feel that this weapon could make the Forgotten enemies tremble, or give it as a reward to those Forgotten warriors with outstanding merits, or stay with him. Either way, it was beneficial to the Forgotten, but Nathanos did not want to be the second Alsace in the eyes of the world.

He did not rely on powerful artifacts to gain a place in this world.

"Wagri!" Nathanos called. Then, they came, and seven Wagri surrounded the withered, waiting for his orders. "Give me your strength to help me destroy this weapon."

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Three months have passed, and it is difficult for me to believe all this afterwards. The Lich King was really destroyed? No, it was just a different person.

Looking back many years ago, the history of the Forgotten unfolded in Azeroth. We declared it in the shadows. In this era of conflict between the past and the present, most living people still regard the dead as the incarnation of death. There is no doubt that humans hate us, and alliances and tribes still hate us today. But perhaps one day, the history I recorded will be read by all races, and maybe they will understand our misfortune a little and have a little sympathy for it.

During this period, there are still celebrations held around the world to defeat the Lich King from time to time. This enthusiasm cannot be conveyed to the hearts of the forgotten people, and many people are confused. Not long ago, Veronara even submitted a resignation application to me. She said she needs to be alone and quiet. I am not sure if she wants to find a place to settle herself, but I will not restrict her. This is her freedom.

It was a long journey to patrol the Forgotten Territory around the world, and in addition to that, I met with the secret agents who gathered intelligence for the Forgotten. Taresa impressed me the most. She lived well and asked me if the recent riots in the western wilderness were related to me.

Sometimes it is really not good to be too smart for the people under your command.

Merriel is back, and the first thing he does when he comes back is to ask me what the Forgotten will be in the future? And point out the seriousness of the problem and ask me to make a decision immediately.

The mage sometimes speaks out loud and looks like he is lying in front of me, but he and I know that time is meaningless to us. One thing I admire about Merell is that he can always say things others dare not think but not say. After all, there are many people who are worried about the future of the Forgotten.

To his disappointment, I didn't answer him. I believe he won't stop asking questions, and when he comes to me next time, I will say...

"Owner!"

Nathanos stopped halfway through the diary, and he looked up at Belmont. "What's wrong?"

"There is news, from Northrend."

Nathanos hated Northrend, and although he still sent some spies to monitor the place, he could not be completely relieved of the Scourge.

Could it be the Lich King?

"What news?" Nathanos asked calmly.

"Sir," Belmont hesitated for a moment, and then continued firmly, "It's the Dragon Bone Wilderness. We saw the dark purple dragon in the secret spy of the Dragon Bone Wilderness."

Dark purple dragon? Nathanos had no idea to continue writing. "How is Onyxia?"

"She has been imprisoned in Maraton."
Chapter completed!