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The Forgotten ushered in an unprecedented victory. Belmont walked alone in the dark tunnel. Maraton was not crowded, but not open. Since the Forgotten had more territory, more and more people have left here to fill their new homes.

Belmont told himself: This is good, which means that the influence of the Forsaken is becoming more and more prominent.

Unconsciously, the leader of the Dan Blade walked to the only place where sunlight shone in Maraton. The waterfall flowed continuously, pouring out from the stream and rocks, rolling to the lake below and splashing out splashes of water. This reminded him of his master and would never stop.

The rhythm of the current and the shadow of the cliffs provide a relaxing place in this area filled with sand and heat. Belmont stopped and planned to stay here for a while. Where is the next goal of the Forgotten? He can't wait to devote himself to a new job.

A figure in his sight that looked nothing unusual made him raise his head. A female Forsaken was pulling the fishing rod back with force. Belmont watched her work curiously. When the other party turned around, the eyes of the two intersected each other. To Belmont was surprised that she actually stared at him fiercely.

"It's fun, right?" the female Forsaken roared, her voice full of struggles she showed after being looked down upon. From time to time, fish would slither into the fishing barrels. "Look at me playing with these fish? It's very interesting, right?"

Belmont would not speak apologized with guilt and replied casually: "It's not that way. What do you want to do when fishing? Do you eat it?"

"Of course." She raised her head and laughed, but it made Belmont more confused. The forgotten people did not need sleep or food. They had less fun in life than the living. "But it was not for me to eat, but for the mice I raised. I also prepared the best seasoning and a pot. What do you think, Belmont! Yes, I know who you are."

He smiled back at her, bringing teasing. "No one in Maraton doesn't know me. If you really don't know, it means you've been with your mouse for too long."

"At least they won't dislike me." Belmont was shocked. "At least they will revolve around me when I have fresh food."

He strode to her. "What does it mean?" Belmont almost shouted, "Make it clear!"

"What's the fuss about this?" she said, "I like to be with angry things, can't it? Whether it's a mouse, I can chat with me for a whole day of goblins after receiving a silver coin, at least they can make me ask for the fact that I'm a dead person for a short time."

"You are the Forgotten!" Belmont rebuked in anger, "You are the people of the Withered Master. If he had not given you this new identity, you would have really become a dead person now."

"Is there any difference?" she retorted, explaining herself, "Of course there is, if I am rotten in the land, I will be regarded as dead by living people, and if I become forgotten, I will become a monster."

Every word she said made Belmont's murderous intent even more serious. "So you are condemning the Withered Master to give you this identity? Who is the city you are in that allows you to stay here without facing the fear of being wiped out by living people? Who is the one who allows you to live in this safe place with peace of mind?"

"Ha!" she scoffed. "You want me to thank the Withered? Yes, he does provide shelter for those of us who are unfortunate. But are these things we need? What is the use of having so many territories? Can we farm and taste the taste of delicious food? What can we enjoy?"

The water stains spilled on Belmont's shoes. The woman smashed the bucket hard to the ground, and the fish she had been fishing hard ran out, moving up and down uneasy.

"Nothing is gone," she continued, "we will only attract more fear and hatred from people, especially the Withered Army commanding the army to capture one city after another. Those who did not care about us began to be hostile to us, and even included our surviving family!"

This is the most fearful word.

"It's better to shut your mouth, otherwise the master will make you unable to speak forever."

"Why is it him, not you?" said the woman sly, "I know, has the Withered One been abandoned by his relatives? Did he also want to be recognized? So he had to conquer the city and make those who once looked down on him regret it. What a pity. Maybe this is the ultimate goal in his grand blueprint, but his body is almost overwhelmed. He lost an arm, didn't he?"

"Go to die!" Belmont pinched the woman's neck, easily lifted the other party, and kept squeezing her throat. The woman's expression became ferocious and painful, and she could not get rid of it no matter how hard she struggled.

"Sir?" An unknown voice shouted. Belmont looked in the voice and found a member of the Dark Blade running towards them.

"You are lucky!" Belmont's hand was released. The woman fell to the ground, coughing uncontrollably, then glared at him like an enemy and left hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" Belmont asked, turning around. He found that the subordinate was looking at him with strange eyes, as if shocked by his rude behavior just now. "I don't have time to stare at you."

"The news from Orgrimmar is urgent. Top secret!"

A letter was handed to the leader of the Dark Blade. Belmont hadn't heard the word "top secret" for a long time. After the failure of Deathwing, the world entered a short period of peace, but the tribe's chief did not want peace. Although Belmont knew that Hellscream would take action soon, he did not expect it to come so quickly.

"What kind of trouble does that chief want to cause?"

"This is news from the members of the Withering Sword." The member of the Ancient Blade said, and he stopped moving when he wanted to open the letter. Only the master has the right to read the reports of the members of the Withering Sword.

"Get back," said Belmont. His subordinate bowed and turned away. When he was thinking about finding the trace of the woman just now, the other party had disappeared. Only the dying fish on the ground could prove that she had been here.

Are these things we need? What is the use of having so many territories? Can we farm and taste the taste of delicious food? What can we enjoy?

It is difficult for most forgotten people to think clearly about the answers to these questions, and Belmont is glad he is not one of them. He stared at the bubbling fish in his mouth, kicked them into the water in a few seconds, then turned around and walked into the tunnel to the place where his master was.
Chapter completed!