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"You want to save my sister? You should be very clear that she has been cursed for thousands of years. She will not get rid of it as easily as I do. No, it should be said that it is impossible."

Nathanos shook his head, not thinking that this was a rude speech that could not be done at all. "At least I want to give it a try. After she is out of control of the ancient god, she will repay the Forgotten. But if I kill her, there will be no benefit to the Forgotten?"

"What you want the most."

"What I want most?" Nathanos looked at Rachio with a look of winning. The Black Prince was like a player who could accurately predict the next plot.

"Do you know? The black dragon is the race that knows the best of Azeroth. We guard the earth and naturally know the structure of the earth." As he said that, a scroll appeared out of thin air in the hands of the Black Prince and handed it to the witherer. "Look, then consider my request."

The paper seemed to be magical. The moment Nathanos touched it, the Withering One felt his vision being pulled to a very distant place. In the fog, he saw an island hidden under the clouds. The twisted and sick jungle and swamp on the island depended on each other. In the middle of the island, a palace comparable to an ice crown fortress stood proudly. It was not the architectural style of the Union, nor the tribal, nor even any race seen in Nathanos' consciousness.

The scroll suddenly left and returned to Rachio's hand. Nathanos asked in surprise: "What is that?"

"There are only a few places in the world that can gather a lot of energy."

Energy, bloodline, and a suitable venue... This is Nathanos' personal secret, but this black dragon... appeared in the withered eyebrows, and he was almost fed up with the provocation of the Black Prince.

"It's better to give me an explanation, Rahio. Otherwise you'll die."

"Is this difficult? Just pay a little attention and you will find that the Forgotten Spy often appears in places such as Udam, Odur, and even the Magic Push. There is no doubt that they all have one thing in common, that is, they can gather energy. Although I don't know what you want to do, I can be sure that this is important to you."

He guessed it all right. Nathanos was reluctant to admit it.

"How is it? Think carefully. I don't have much time, after all, the Red Dragon is coming to cause trouble for me soon. After I deal with all the black dragons, I will leave."

Nathanos had a very strong idea to accept Rashio's deal. He needed a stronger body, the Forgotten One needed a powerful leader, and the price was only a prisoner, an ancient god servant who should have been cut off. Yes, Deathwing is about to be defeated, and the catastrophe will pass. Onyxia has no use value anymore... What's the use of leaving her?

At dusk, O'Haen never thought they would leave Ravenhold Manor so easily. Walking down the mountain, she saw the ruins of Dunhold Castle again.

"Master, where are we going next?" she asked, looking at Nathanos, who was worriedly in his eyes. It was difficult for the female orc who had just happened to understand everything. Too many questions made her unable to help but speak.

Nathanos stopped, walked forward again, and said hoarsely: "Go back, go back to Maraton, do what you should do."

The female orc frowned and said, "You...really no longer considering it?"

The Withered One said nothing and speeded up. When he arrived at Tarenmere, a team of Forsakens were already waiting for them.

"Master." The undead led by the leader bowed as much as possible. "The ship you are traveling is ready."

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Merriel stopped in the guardian temple under the ground of the Dragon Mile Temple. Outside was completely surrounded by the army of Death Wings. The sky also became a battlefield. The legion composed of the Dragon Mile Alliance, the Black Dragon, and the Twilight Dragon fell into a melee. The colors of various magic splendors splendor the entire Dragon Bone Wilderness.

After turning into a raven, Merriel's sense of smell increased a lot to the sharpness of the corpse. There was no one in the temple, only a corpse that fell to the ground. The mage was surprised to find that he knew him.

"Benedictas? Oh, I really hope the intelligence handed over by the spy who was installed in Stormwind was wrong. Are you really Father Twilight?"

Seeing the highly respected Archbishop fall into the darkness, Merriel shook his head. How many people with bright appearances have a twisted heart.

Beneditas's forehead was almost broken, and it was a weapon like a warhammer. Merell thought of Thrall at the first time. Did the shaman feel the same as him after he knew the truth?

"I'm sorry, guarding the dragons and Thrall." The mage said, and couldn't help but remember Nathanos's advice: Your mission is easy, but it is crucial.

Is this behavior correct? Merriel thought about it for a long time on the way here. Nathanos's plan was a bit selfish. Once successful, the protection of the dragon would lose all its strength, and the first ring he participated in would determine whether the subsequent steps could be implemented.

"Azeroth, may your warrior be right." Merriel whispered. Atiesh was held in his palm and stood on the platform in the center of the temple. This position ensures that spells are balanced to cover the entire Dragon Sleeping Temple.

In Dalaran, apprentices who know magic know how to use magic power to make mirror images to help themselves fight. People who are a little proficient in magic can even summon multiple mirror images at the same time. For Merriel, the stagnation of magic effect without basic standards is a waste of magic power. As the first member of the Tirisda Council, Merriel's spells have many more tricks than ordinary people.

At the top of the Dragon Sleeping Temple was the Weaver. Merell initially thought that his tricks could not be hidden from Caregus's eyes. Nathanos told him that at the most critical moment, all the attention guarding the dragon was on the Wings of Death, and no one would notice the situation of the temple itself unless the army of ancient gods attacked the Dragon Sleeping Temple.

For a moment, the mage hoped that Nathanos was wrong, or that Karegos could detect this spell that covered the entire spire building, but he knew in his heart that it was too late to guard the dragon when it was discovered that things were abnormal.

The spell was sent out from Merriel's throat and gradually formed gradually. In just a while, the spell was completed. His mission was also over, and the next was the performance time for the other two members of the Withering Sword.
Chapter completed!