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Stone Claw Mountains

North, the leader of the Pharmacists Association, has not been in the sun for a long time. Now he is immersed in research on drugs every day, and even rarely talks to people, let alone participate in any action. A peaceful day is not a time for the dead.

Forgotten people face new enemies every day, and those who do not act are tantamount to digging their own graves. We do not have the right to stop.

This sentence was said before the Withered One went to the Eastern Kingdom, and it was also a little comfort for the Forgotten Ones to feel bored in their endless work.

North closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and when he opened it, he saw several terrifying guards walking towards him with stretchers. "How is it?" he asked.

The wrinkles on the soldier's face became more obvious, "It's awful." The man in charge said, glanced at the stretcher covered with linen and added: "Only half of his face can be distinguished, but he has this one."

The pharmacist leader took the insignia handed over by the soldiers. He didn't know how the tribe's ranks were divided, but his intuition told him that the insignia was exquisitely made and only people with higher status could wear it.

"It should be him, King Cromgar, the tribe commander of the Stone Claw Mountains." North walked to the stretcher and lifted the shelter. The terrifying guard was right, and Cromgar was no longer human. "I heard that he was executed by his great chief and threw it down from the mountain."

"He's dead!" said the terrifying guard, "his bomb killed all the people in the village. Only the Scourge can do such despicable behavior."

The pharmacist was silent for a while, thinking about what to do next. The Forgotten Ones had been paying attention to the battle on the Stone Claw Mountain. The tribe had invested a lot of troops in this place, which really made them feel threatened.

"The Withered will be happy to hear the news of the tribe's withdrawal." North nodded, "but we can create more surprises for him. Take Kromgar's body back quickly, move quickly, we must strip his soul and intercept the information inside the tribe."

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Phelas

Merriel stood on the high wall of the Hammer of Doom, looking at the Night Elf's Fortress. The mage was worried that the sentry troops would attack at any time, which was why he was reluctant to leave Phelas. Although Ohahn was here, only a few stone hammer ogres could not stop the Night Elf's bows and arrows, and the Withered One strictly prohibited the bloody conflict between the Forgotten and any side of the Alliance Horde.

"You can go to the master." The female orc with a wolf-skin hat walked to him and said, "I can keep here as long as Sandys doesn't order the Hammer of Doom. Unfortunately, the night elves are a race that loves the forest."

"Even Nathanos would not do that!" The mage pestled his staff. This sentence obviously surprised the female orc.

"Why, this is the best way to conquer the Hammer of Doom."

"The fire will destroy everything. Even if you take down a city, what's the use of not having resources?" Merriel shook his head. "Ohhaan, maybe it's because you don't consider the consequences of a decision that Nathanos sent me to take you."

"Ha! I think the master did this because he thought you were too long-winded." Ogre Sword quipped.

The two were silent for a while, and Merriel then took the initiative to change the topic, "When do you think the forgotten will be stationed in the Hammer of Doom?"

"Before the master's order is issued."

The simple reply also proves the absolute loyalty of the Swords of Withering to Nathanos. Merriel sometimes wonders why he has the same identity. Perhaps it is because the Swords of Withering respect themselves, or perhaps it is for some other reason. In short, he is the special one in the Sword of Withering.

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Prying the door lock is a necessary ability for a professional stalker. Although Belorel knew that he was not a stalker. He felt much more relaxed without his mother by his side during this period. Since he saw the Queen of Red Dragon, the last time he returned to Silver Moon City, there have been three times more attendants and guards around him, and people have watched him all the time. If it were in the past, the elf boy would have been very unhappy, but now he has learned to endure, after all, he can't hurry what he has to do.

The dwarf named Cromi, Belorel could not forget her, and would not forget the strange words she said.

After several months of investigation, he finally found some clues, which he discovered when he woke up one morning to wash up. He was completely an elf in the mirror, but his eyes were unique. Bellorell never carefully observed his appearance, but he had never seen an elf with a pair of black pupils like him. Compared to those who live with him, his affinity for magic is far less than the standard of an ordinary elf.

This phenomenon even made him doubt his identity for a time, forcing him to start looking for answers to satisfy his curiosity.

He can walk around at will in Silver Moon City, and even he can visit the military important place of the Flying Tourist Square. There are many veterans in the Flying Tourist troops who follow his mother Aurelia to fight on the battlefield. Bellorell accidentally heard his mother's past experiences, such as: she became a partner with a human.

A human? The elf boy was shocked when he heard the news. He asked Aurelia many times who his father was? But his mother's answer was always hesitant. In addition, almost few people knew what happened in the past. Even if there were insiders, they were ordered to keep the secret.

The blood elves are now a member of the tribe, while humans are members of the alliance, and both sides are mortal enemies. Bellorier thought to himself that this is the reason why his mother chose to hide? Then he denied this speculation through investigation. Including his age, Quelthalas did not join the tribe before he was born.

More and more doubts bothered him, and in order to figure out everything, Belloril took advantage of his mother's opportunity to fight outside and secretly opened the box that his mother cherished most in her daily life. It contained an old map, which was Lordaeron's territory, which is now the Eastern Plagueland. The boy suddenly remembered Cromi, the dwarf who brought him to a strange place and was almost caught by the undead.

In the same place, Cromi once said that everything he saw was related to Aurelia, and that a location happened to be indicated on his mother's map. This is by no means a coincidence. Bellorel firmly believed that his mother must have something hidden from him, perhaps related to her father. Therefore, he now stepped into the Eastern Plagueland with excitement and anxiety.

No matter how many eyes there were, the elf boy looked straight into the distance with his eyes hidden under his cloak.
Chapter completed!