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The body of the samurai was really difficult to support her in exerting her strength, so a ceremony was needed to help her solve this problem. Nathanos summoned Wagri, who was loyal to him. In the action of the Forgotten, he did not let these terrifying Valkyrie appear on the battlefield, which would only attract more people's vigilance and hatred. After all, only a small number of people think that they are essentially different from the Scourge, and the Withering One cherishes these people very much.

"What are you still hesitating about? Have you forgotten your oath?"

Wagriagatha, Kira, and Bulgarin stretched out their wings and slung in the air. They looked down at Nathanos, but dared not have any contempt.

"We think such a ritual should be used on you." Agatha's voice was hollow and calm. Sometimes Nathanos really didn't know what the Wagris were thinking.

“There are not many opportunities like this,” Kira also stressed, “it will consume our essence.”

"I have said it long ago, I don't need any help." Nathanos's words were full of warnings. In fact, he wanted to scold Wagri just now, but they were crucial to the Forgotten. The only thing that could make the dead Forgotten stand up again was proven is their value. "Don't waste time anymore, do it immediately!" Nathanos said so at the end.

Before the ceremony began, Nathanos talked with the Valkyrie.

"What do you think?"

"I'm not used to it!" There is no problem with the consistency of these four words, but it sounds like a leak from the mouth. Not only the samurai, but even Nathanos is a little... I dislike her now, which is far behind the samurai in the Phantom of the Past.

"I will give you a more complete...durable body, but the price is that you will always serve me."

"Then hurry up." The samurai growled, "I can't wait to get my weapon again."

The Valkyrie's eyes stared at her new master. Wagri slid silently before the Valkyrie, while she glared at the Valkyrie, her cold expression proved that she was ready to meet everything.

“Will this ceremony be painful?”

The sudden question from the Withered One made the scene silent. The Valkyrie did not answer this question, they were waiting for the Valkyrie's final decision.

"Nothing...more painful than death!" she said, and in that moment, the scarlet fire in Nathanos's eyes dimmed. It felt so painful that he was suffering the side effects of the ceremony.

"Let's start!"

Wagri stretched his wings and raised his arms as if he wanted to embrace the sky. She chanted a spell from the depths of her throat in an ancient tone, which sounded like a sad elegy. The sound made Nathanos feel uncomfortable, and he remembered the spell he heard when he was resurrected by the defiled demon king, his soul was torn, and the tranquility of the world after death exploded in the hustle and bustle of pain. Now he was going to witness a similar process, although he was not experiencing it, but it was not much better than he experienced it.

The witch might have been prepared for the pain, but the pain exceeded her expectations. Even if it was not shouted, the grinning sound could not be concealed by the crackling of magical power. A strange feeling flashed through Nathanos's heart. Was he doing this right? Maybe it was a mistake to resurrect the witch! No, he knew that he was not wrong. The witch's soul could not rest, and she wanted to release her anger in any form. Nathanos was happy for her because her dream was about to come true.

...

Aurelia realized that this day would come, but there was no warning. Belloriel... She underestimated her son from beginning to end.

Who is Nathanos Maris?

He almost spoke to his mother in a tone of questioning. Aurelia was completely confused at the time. Wenleza wanted to come up and explain that it was just a deceased league hero. But the problems that followed Belorel completely broke through all the concealment.

Who is my father? His name?

The previous question happened to answer the latter question. Why did he ask these two questions at the same time? There was only one reason: he already knew the truth. That map, that arrow, and the name he mentioned... Everything that Aurelia didn't want to see happened.

Your father...is Nathanos Maris.

The Regent couldn't recall how much courage she had to say this afterwards. She didn't even dare to look at Belorel's eyes.

He died in the battle to defend Quel'thalas, and later the Lich King resurrected him to the undead... In order to rest his soul, I... went to Maris Farm.

Silence like death. Aurelia finally saw no expression on Belorel's face. The boy's reaction was to turn around and run out of the Tower of Sun Rage, and no shouting or blocking was useful. Wenleza told her that she only saw Belorel leaving with shock and fear.

...

This is a long process.

“How does it feel?”

She realized that the ceremony was over when the slutty voice of the Withered One sounded. The samurai opened her eyes and Wagri, who helped her reshape her body, knelt on the ground and gasped silently. The load of the ceremony was too mean to them.

"I don't feel anything." The samurai said coldly, and looked down at his hands, full of flesh and blood. "I lived on the cold seabed before my lifetime, and it was also cold. Now... it's just a little dry."

“Get it!”

The Shivering Poison Gun appeared in Nathanos's hands for some reason. This weapon brought back more heavy memories. At first she wanted to refuse instinctively, but her hands were faster than her thoughts. The moment she took it, the samurai remembered what Nathanos said before: I will give you a more complete and durable body, but the price is that you will always serve me.

"What was my first mission?" The samurai felt that she lacked respect for Nathanos, and her voice sounded so.

"This gun has been transformed by the most powerful engineer under my command, and my power is still attached to it." Nathanos did not answer her question immediately. "With it, you can resurrect the remains of the dead."

“So, what was my first mission?”

"I'm so impatient," Nathanos teased. "No matter whether you are alive or after death, your best area is always the sea. But the ocean is moody, which means you must adapt to the changes in the tide at any time, and you are passive."

"You said too, I can adapt."
Chapter completed!