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Sylvanas was lying in her lounge, late at night but she was sleepless. The female elf watched the clothes she had taken off from the shelf and thought about Danas's words. She didn't know what kind of mood she should have. At first she was a little worried whether Nathanos's actions were too flamboyant and would arouse revenge from the alliance. However, when she heard that the man was leading the army of tens of thousands, the worry seemed redundant.

How many secrets does he hide? The female elf turned over and looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window. Most people think that the Forsaken is just a group of undead who broke free from the Lich King's shackles, and at best, it will not exceed a few hundred people. But when the truth was revealed, Sylvanas couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he looked at the expression on Varian's face. This joy made her toss and turn, and soon she began to think about why Nathanos suddenly attacked the Rapids Castle at this time. There were other more suitable offensive targets. What is the value of the Arachi Heights?

"Is something about to happen around Arahish?" Sylvanas sat up. At this time, the cold wind in the night blew on her smooth and delicate skin without any chills. The speculation in her heart made her feel upset. The female elf jumped out of bed, walked to the bookshelf barefoot, skillfully took down the map, and looked at it with the faint moonlight.

The Arachi Heights are almost the intersection of the northern and southern continents of the Eastern Kingdoms. The Forsakens occupy this place and will definitely take next action, and the action is also related to the surrounding areas of the Arachi. The Hindland to the north is the territory of the Wildhammer Dwarves. Nathanos has no conflict with the Dwarves, and they should not attack that place for no reason. The Hillsbrad Hills are almost completely under the control of the Forsakens, so there are not many choices left: wetlands, or...

"Northlon?" Sylvanas stared at the land that was only one strait from Alashi on the map. It seemed like a coincidence that many years ago, the leader of Dalaran, Ronin, had been to this place and defeated the conspiracy between the Dragon-throated Orcs and Deathwings, and Nathanos also participated in the action.

A terrible idea lingers in the elves' mind. She doesn't know why, or just a feeling, she feels that Nathanos's purpose of doing all this is related to the soon-to-be-appearing Deathwing. Did he know any information that the World Destroyer will appear in Northeron?

"No, I have to go and see it myself."

...

"What are your names?" The withered people looked at the two Forsaken people standing in front of them. They looked like soldiers waiting for inspection with their heads held high.

“Malcolm.”

"Sansa."

They also said their names. Nathanos nodded after hearing this, reached out to ask for the letter sent by Belmont, and asked by the way: "How is Alashi?"

The information was kept by Malcolm, and the undead responded with his hands: "It's yours now."

The wither couldn't help but smile. After quickly browsing the news from Orgrimmar, the intelligence file was immediately crushed into powder by a ball of dark energy in his hands. "It seems that the great chief of the tribe can't wait. Well, let's wait and see."

"Lord Belmont is waiting for your instructions," Sansa said. "He seems a little worried that the tribe's actions in the Stone Claw Mountains will threaten our base camp in the desolate land."

"If Shizha Mountain was occupied so easily, it would have been the territory of the Forsaken Ones. Let the Alliance and the Horde go to play by themselves. We have more important tasks." He glanced at the two similar people in front of him, thinking that they looked very good. "It just so happens that I need manpower now, are you willing to stay?"

"At any time," Malcolm and Sansa said in unison.

Nathanos showed a satisfied look, "Very good. Northeron...that is, Twilight Heights is a place full of disputes. We are about to step into the battle here."

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Scarcket walked out of his tiny shed. In this lazy moment near dusk, the heat in the air remained unabated. The waves slapped the shore, and the wind blew the black smoke from the chimneys of the furnace floor. These familiar things made him smile. He twitched his big and long nose, let go of his narrow chest, and breathed in the air with a slightly salty and metal ore smell.

"Another day." He murmured in a low voice, moving the joints of his neck and fingers, preparing to walk around, as if he wanted to help his sleeping body rejuvenate.

He is just an ordinary goblin, just like all other goblins on Kozan Island, living in the crowded, dirty and indulgent city of Kozan, doing all kinds of annoying things. The people who hire him are even more annoying. Rustwater chaeblin is the most powerful trading company on Kozan Island. Headquartered by the headquarters of Rustwater Dock, this chaeblin governs all trade activities in the South China Sea, and also competes with other goblin organizations for resources and customers. The boss who leads Rustwater chaeblin is also annoying. The trading prince Gary Vicks is a ruthless guy who makes him disgusted.

Although living in such an environment is a bad thing, Scarlett likes other parts of Kozan Island. Cayalo volcano occupies one-third of the island and you can see some natural atmosphere at the foot of the mountain. It is always summer. Green palm trees sway in the wind, blue sky and sea, and bright yellow beaches make people feel comfortable at first sight. And when Scarlett retracted his gaze and found that the earth drilling machine began to tear the land, the smile on his face disappeared.

Continuing to observe the city, the ore truck tracks gradually became mid-air. From a distance, he could hear the laughter and joy coming from Gary Vicks's Palace of Forgetful Worship. It is estimated that the Prince of Trade and his followers are having a party again - this is the case every day.

Scarkey listened to the sounds with a gloomy face. When a deafening sound came, his eyes suddenly widened.

The sound was mixed with the trembling of stones and the crunch of metal, as if it came from this mechanical city, but Scarkey knew it did not belong to Kozan. He lowered his head and stopped in place and waited. Finally, the ground began to tremble, followed by the harsh screams from the Kozan goblins' mouths. Scarkey didn't move, covering his ears and waited for it to end. He wanted to remind those panicked guys not to panic, but who would listen to him? If they had a brain, they would remember that this was the seventh earthquake this month.

A goblin knocked him down at this moment, and a bunch of documents were scattered. Scarcket glanced at him and saw five insurance policies.

"Be careful, you idiot." He cursed. Unexpectedly, the other party ignored him and picked up the thing on his own and hurried to the bank. "I hope you can pick up a dime from Gary Vicks' teeth." He laughed, and not long after, he realized something was wrong. It was too long and the earthquake continued. He knew that he was talented and he knew that he was a genius. So he knew very well what the impact of this crustal movement would have. The volcano would erupt, and if that was the case, the entire island of Kozan would be finished. Scarcket looked back at Mount Cayaro, and there was no abnormality. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the breath was sucked back by him because of the sudden explosion behind him. His ears were roaring, his head was dizzy, as if it was trembling like this world.

The goblin felt anger, endless anger, from the black figure that rushed out of the vortex. His black wings were full of lava and hot air waves, as if they were about to swallow the entire sea. Scarcket no longer calmed down and screamed in fear. The color of the surface of his pants also darkened. He heard more unusual sounds, the swelling of the giant wings and the crunch of metal, and the deep roar that burst out from his throat.

Scarlett now watched the dark shadow fly towards Kozan, and he saw clearly that it was a crazy beast, a monster made of metal and flames. What was terrible is that Scarlett knew who he was. He had many names. People called him Nesario or Saxophone with fear, and it was all about him. But the most suitable name is his current name: Death Wings.

"The world of mortals has come to an end. Accept your end quietly, and the moment of twilight is coming."

Scarlett was almost swept away by the wind and waves and sounds. At this moment, he thought he should learn from his compatriots, and he should go home to get his insurance policy, bringing all his own things - money and detailed experimental records, as well as various supplies.

"Well, I think I should run away now."
Chapter completed!