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What is going on? What is that black shadow? Did the guardians do it? Who is the helper they found? How could this happen? Clomatus was destroyed! He was destroyed in an instant!

Father Twilight lay his face on the crystal ball, trying to find a trace of Clomatus. He shivered and began to fear what consequences this failure would bring to him.

No! Nothing! The colorful dragon completely disappeared, Nefarian's ultimate creation was destroyed, and Clomatus was really completely destroyed. Father Twilight was already sweating profusely, and he might as well die in the battlefield immediately. The rage of Deathwing would burn him to ashes.

His robe was also soaked in sweat, pressing tightly against him. The Focus Rainbow was still in his hand, and the Guardians would come to him soon. He knew that he might be killed, but the news here must be reported to Deathwing. He took out the small crystal used to talk to Deathwing from his pocket with his numb fingers and stared at it for a while.

He hesitated a little, thinking whether he would just run away? No, he couldn't do this. Death Wings knew his identity and could destroy him in an instant. And now he was alone, with red dragons, green dragons, bronze dragons and blue dragons outside, not to mention powerful guardians.

Curled in this cave that would soon be searched, Father Twilight placed the crystal ball on the ground and knelt in front of it, trembling violently. The crystal ball, which originally had nothing, was filled with smoke-like gray, and could only see a pair of glowing eyes.

"They won." Godfather Twilight was surprised that he had the courage to speak first, but his voice stuttered and his fear was self-evident. "They found a helper. They defeated your strongest combat power. Clomatus was destroyed."

Death Wings felt the breath of other guardian dragons on the battlefield. He was supposed to be furious but did not make any sound at this moment. For Father Twilight, the cold silence was even more terrifying than the roar. This human doubted that the Destroyer was thinking about what to do with him.

In fact, he guessed it right. Deathwing's first idea was to release a spell to kill Father Twilight, but he held back because there were still many places to use this human. After his daughter Onyxia was missing, Deathwing spent a lot of time and energy to support Father Twilight in order to control the alliance again. It would be worth it to destroy this piece because of a moment of rage.

After a long and terrifying period of time passed, a passage flew to Father Twilight's consciousness: "So... you failed, and you were defeated!"

Father Twilight shrank for a moment. "No, although Clomatus was defeated, the failure was only temporary. My master. Just to destroy Clomatus, the guardian dragons have used all their strength. Then, if you were to fight in person, they would have no chance. This world will be torn apart."

He heard the sound of wings flapping from outside the cave, and it was without thinking that it was Alextasa and the others coming. Father Twilight begged the help of Deathwing pitifully, and his voice was filled with panic. "Master, I will continue to serve you, but I will be found by them soon. Please save me!"

"You have disappointed me." The rumbling voice of Death Wings, "You were sure that victory was in control, but the Guardian was still alive, Clomatus was destroyed, and the Twilight Hammer suffered heavy losses. Now you still dare to long for my protection."

"Please don't abandon me, Master. I can still do a lot for you!" The Godfather of Twilight grabbed the crystal ball tightly and begged humbly, "You know my influence in Stormwind City. My status can recruit many believers. Let me return to where I am, and restore the power of Twilight Hammer, and soon the prophecy of Twilight Judgment will spread throughout the world."

"Humans are indeed very easy to control." said Deathwing, "You have successfully saved your life. Okay, go through the portal." After he said this, a ray of light suddenly lit up beside Father Twilight, like silk. Through the twisting scene inside the portal, Father Twilight saw that it was his residence in Stormwind. "Go back, Benedictus! Continue to betray those who respect and trust you. Remember, my eyes are always staring at you."

Father Twilight nodded quickly, and while taking off his cloak and throwing the focus rainbow down, he breathed a sigh of relief, wearing a traditional priest robe, walked into the portal. "Thank you, my master." Archbishop Beneditas said humbly, "I will not let you down."

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The scorching and red weapon was put into the water tank, arousing violent white air.

A goblin was working naked in front of the furnace in the Malaton Craftsman District, his sweaty body refracted the raging fire. After the Lich King was defeated, the atmosphere of the Forgotten was no longer so tense. Everyone seemed to be working endlessly. Giznox thought about how powerful the weapons in the water tank would be. If possible, the army of the Forgotten would be equipped with such weapons soon.

In the dock of the desolate fortress, the Forgotten ships are rushing to build warships day and night. Over the years, as designers continuously optimize the construction process, the combat power of each warship has become stronger and the construction period is shorter. Fleet commander Tatsell has received the order from the Withered. The Forgotten ship will sail to the Eastern Kingdoms.

Instructor Lasuevos felt that he had never been so busy. The soldiers he had been training constantly could not meet the needs of war, so his workload increased several times, but he enjoyed it.

Over the months, the Forgotten Ones went up to various leaders and went down to the local secret spies and received orders. Everyone took action.

Nathanos Withered One stayed alone in the secret room of the Ultraman Fortress. He looked down at the map of the Eastern Kingdoms placed on the table in front of him, and the shadow of the candlelight shook on the map. His eyes swept through many places: Andorhal, the spiritual academy near that place was still entrenched with a remnant of natural disasters; Lordaeron, the last territory of the Blood Crusader; Gilnis, the kingdom behind the walls. So much land, so much living space. Finally, Nathanos's eyes looked up, and a black trace ran through the northernmost kingdom of Quelthalas.
Chapter completed!