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The Sky-Captain Orisos, the leading sharpshooter of the Scourge. Few people in this world do the ultimate in one aspect, because the most ordinary hunters also understand melee fighting skills, but the Sky-Captain Sect is different, they can only shoot arrows. No unit in the whole world can match them in terms of range. This is also the reason why the Withered Ones appreciate them and accept them as members of the Forgotten Ones. In the Battle of New Avalon, the Sky-Captain Ones undoubtedly became the nightmare of the Blood Crusader.

"Our enemy is Rapids Castle, and we should discuss how to attack more quickly." This sentence was spoken from a death knight wrapped in a face towel.

The commander of the Scourge Knights, Prefist, had participated in the Battle of New Avalon to annihilate the Blood Crusades, and led his men to the hinterland of the enemy. He had rich experience in land warfare and was good at riding. Under the special award of Nathanos, the Forgotten Ones consisted of instructors Lasovios, Prefist, Vagriagatha, and North, president of the Pharmacists Association, to train the Death Knights. Prefist would be the commander of this Knights unit.

"Once Danas withdraws from the Rapids, it means we won the war," said Nathanos.

Prefest wondered what his expression was entirely based on the degree of folds between his forehead. "Then why did we come here for a long time? You mobilized tens of thousands of troops. This is more than half of the total amount of the Forgotten Army."

"The mobilization of the army has always been not only for war, but for the future. The same is true for war." Nathanos said. Since Prefest had already proposed it, he also explained why the Battle of Rapids was launched. "We now have all actions for only two people. The first is the Death Wings. The catastrophe is coming soon. The Death Wings is about to return. He will cause unimaginable disasters. But the threat he posed is far less than that of the second person, that is, the new chief of the tribe, Garrosh Hellscream."

"Son of Hellscream? Do you think he will..." Merriel frowned, with a look of suspicion.

"You may think I'm wrong, but I can tell you that from the intelligence sent by the Withering Sword members hidden beside Garrosh, this guy has decided to attack the Alliance. Now it's just a small fight, but after the defeat of Deathwing, the world will soon fall into a state of full-scale war. At that time, no one can stay out of the matter. Our rapid capture of the Rapids Castle can show the power of the Forgotten to the whole world, and the Alliance tribes cannot ignore and underestimate our strength. Moreover, as our territory expands, the battle between the Alliance and the Horde is likely to affect the Forgotten, and this war will make them have to consider whether they will provoke us in future actions."

"So, everything is to prevent problems before they happen, just like you said... prepare for the future?" said the mage. Nathanos felt something hidden in Merriel's tone, but he couldn't tell whether he agreed or opposed it.

"Don't forget the lessons that the Gate of Heaven has taught us. What the Forgotten Ones will always worry about is the invisible war."

When it comes to the Gate of Demons, Orisos and Prefest feel more or less ashamed. It was the conspiracy of the Scourge, and they were also members of the Scourge.

“For at least two years, the Rapids will be under our control,” continued the Withering One. “There are abundant mineral resources here. The Forgotten Future also needs these. I have ordered a long-term garrison here. The mining machines and workers of the venture capital company are already on the road, and no mistake can be made in the mining work. Then…”

His words were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the tent. On a rainy night, he could clearly hear the sound of his boots stepping into the mud.

"Master." A scout who pushed open the curtain of the tent, looked shocked and confused. When he broke in, he realized that Nathanos was conducting a military meeting and hurriedly said: "Please forgive me, Master. I don't know you are..."

Nathanos raised his hand and signaled that he was not at all. The Forgotten Army was trained for a long time and had extremely strict discipline requirements. If it was not a matter of importance, there would never be such a behavior of meeting the leader without notice. "What happened, soldiers?"

After saluting, the scout said, "My mission is to monitor the town of Hammer. I was discovered there, but the one who found me was not an orc..." The scout shook his head, feeling that there was something wrong with his statement, "No, it's not an orc from the tribe. He said he does not belong to the tribe, but he knew you, and asked me to bring this to you."

Nathanos looked at the letter that the scout took out from the inner layer of the clothes. The scout was soaked, but the letter was only a little water stain.

Belmont took the letter and handed it to the master. The Withered man looked at the scout carefully and said to him: "Go and fuck yourself."

The scout withdrew.

There was a silence in the tent at this moment, and the only thing that was moving was Nathanos's expression changing when he read the letter.

"It was written by an orc," said Merell. "I saw the words that were orcs."

The blood-red dark light became gloomy because Nathanos's pupils were dilated. He nodded, then carefully held the letter and said seriously: "After capturing the Rapids, Belmont is responsible for guarding the Rapids and handling all daily affairs. Orisos and Prefest are responsible for the defense of the Soladin walls. Merell, you set off immediately to return to Calimdo and go to Phelas. As for whom you are looking for, I think you know very well."

"What about you? Judging from your meaning, you seem to be going alone. Is that the reason for that letter? I also seem to see your name." Merriel's eyes kept staring at the letter in Nathanos's hand, and there was a skeleton head on the back, like a sign of a force.

"It was sent to me by an old friend, but I almost forgot him. This letter gave me a lot of questions and I must investigate it myself."

"There are only a few people in this world who know your true identity. I don't remember who is an orc among them."

Hearing these words, Belmont was a little uneasy, and he suggested: "Your safety is important, how about letting the death hunter go with you, Master?"

"No, the letter said that he wanted to meet me alone." He thought for a while, "I didn't expect that so many years have passed and he still remembers me."

"Then at least you should tell us where you are going."

"No, I'm going to take a secret operation this time."
Chapter completed!