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How long can my body last?

Nathanos kept thinking about this question when he secretly returned to Fort Rapids. Except for Wagri, only the guards Sansa and Malcolm knew what he had encountered. The Forgotten will definitely be at a loss because of their master. The decisive battle is imminent, and the panic cannot be spread at this moment.

However, for Nathanos, losing one arm is as bad as riots inside the Forgotten. With only one hand, he cannot draw the bow and arrow, nor can he use Salamani flexibly, and may even affect his behavioral activities that he has long been accustomed to.

Concealment and procrastination are not the solution to the problem. The key is how to repair or strengthen his body. He tried many times, but Mnozdo's power could not solve his predicament. The power of time was ineffective when it came to him.

Maybe I should really consider Wagri's advice. Nathanos lowered his head and tried hard to convince himself. The samurai returned to the peak of the ritual of Wagri, which he witnessed.

What am I still hesitating about?

"Master?" Malcolm's greetings and knocks on the door sounded.

"What's the matter?" The Withering One controlled his voice, making it sound calm, and used it to tell others: I'm fine.

"The soldier who cleaned up the elemental magic circle is back. A soldier found an item on Hagra's body, which seemed very important."

"Take it in."

Malcolm pushed open the door and walked into the room, the guard's expression was covered by his helmet, and Nathanos wanted to know how he viewed the fact that the leader was weakened.

The guards opened their hands tightly, and something similar to a ring appeared in front of the wither. Its shape is wide and thick, its color is purple and silver edging, but its material is some kind of rare ore. Malcolm just said that this is a very important thing, and Nathanos understood in a few seconds that the so-called "important" refers to the small numbers and words engraved on the inner and outer layers of the ring.

"You go out."

Malcolm bowed briefly and slowly exited the room, leaving Nathanos alone to study the gadget he had just obtained.

This is a kind of password, used to record top-secret files, and the Dark Blade Organization will also use similar props. Nathanos remembers that this thing was originally invented by a dwarf, and was "promoted" by MI7. Now, the minions of Deathwing have also learned how the enemy behaves.

What kind of message will be there? The wither casually found a piece of paper, took out the ink, poured it on the ring bit by bit, and then let the ring roll slowly on the white paper like a wheel.

The decryption time will be very long, but what the undead does not lack the least is time, and one night is not long.

The efforts were not in vain. Almost at dawn the next day, Nathanos unbuttoned the message from the ring, but he frowned and jumped from the stool with a completely unbelievable look. He wanted to shout Belmont's name, thinking that it would be better for him to do it, but then he thought about it and looked at his arms again. Only the Forgotten ones know the Black Dragon best.

...

Two days later, the top-notch players of the Forsaken arrived in Ultratown. What is surprising is that the goblin team trained in Uldum was the first to arrive, followed by Ohahn and Merriel.

Nathanos and Belmont had been waiting for a long time. After everyone saw him, they were all surprised by the broken arm of the Withered.

"Who did it?" O'Han said furiously.

"Enough!" Belmont stood up to stop her, "This is not the tone of talking to the master."

The female orc wanted to continue saying something, but Nathanos shaking her head slightly interrupted her. Time was tight, and the Withered did not want to get too much entanglement in secondary matters. Fortunately, everyone else remained silent, only Merriel's eyes had more sympathetic gazes.

"Belmont, tell me."

The leader of the Dark Blade nodded, "Listen to you." He faced the Withered Swords, "The latest news from Northrend, the attack of Deathwings has begun, and the location is in the Dragon Mile Temple."

"So fast?" Merriel said in surprise. The Goblin Squad had the opposite expression.

“The scene must be spectacular.”

"I have never seen monsters summoned by the ancient gods. I heard that they are all tentacle monsters."

The patch quickly coughed, shutting up the salamander and the gravel. "Please continue, Belmont."

"According to reliable information, the guardian dragons and Thrall have arrived at the Dragon Slem Temple and are preparing to activate the dragon soul to deal with the Death Wings. But their situation is... very dangerous."

"Then there must have been a lot of dragons... and corpses." said Zhong Pendulum.

Belmont glanced at the goblin who was the best at trading and added: "Not only dragons, but also elemental creatures and tentacle monsters mentioned by the gravel. Although the Dragon Sleep Alliance had the support of the Ring of Earth and the Senario Conference, they were still surrounded."

"You have said that we are not only dealing with the Wings of Death." Merriel kept staring at the silent Nathanos. The latter raised his lips slightly and stood up from the chair.

"Yes, not just the Death Wings, but also the guardian dragon."

"It's not about the plan, master," said the patch, "What should we do?"

"Your mission remains unchanged." Nathanos waved to Belmont, and the next explanation was explained by him. "The Goblin Squad, Merriel, and another member of the Withering Sword, you must act as planned. Especially you... Merriel, what you have to do determines whether the future of this world can be in the hands of mortals."

"I... do my best." Merriel's answer aroused Nathanos' dissatisfaction. What the Withered One wants is to guarantee that it is not "do your best". But thinking that the mage has contributed a lot to the Forgotten One's cause, Nathanos did not intend to force him.

"I'm sure you won't let me down."

"Master." O'Haen stepped forward, "Where am I? What am I going to do at this critical moment?" The female orc obviously felt that the other member of the Withering Sword mentioned by Nathanos was not herself. The Goblin Squad and Merriel had their own tasks, but she did not receive any assignments. This was really puzzling.

"I won't forget you, O'Haan. In fact, I need you to go to a place with me and investigate something worth paying attention to."

What is more important than the battles in front of the Dragon Sleeping Temple that concern the survival of the world? This question appears in everyone's mind, except Belmont.
Chapter completed!