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The corpses on the ground were already cold. Malkauroke wiped his dagger aside, and his eyes kept shaking left and right with the figure of the chief.

Hellscream looks anxious now.

"You seem to be worried about something, Chief."

"Things are going too far, Malcorok."

"Is it going well?"

Garrosh stopped and glanced at the Black Stone Orc, then looked at the Chieftain's throne. "I don't like this very much. Too smooth will only make me doubt the authenticity of the report."

"What are you doubting?" asked Malcorok.

"There are only two points: Delivan says Nathanos will not return to the Forgotten; the Alliance has believed that the Forgotten is attacking them."

"You think that vampire is lying to you?"

"It doesn't matter." Garrosh waved, "It's important that I never trust them, like this human." He pointed to Farreville's body. "They are not trustworthy whether they have completed my orders or not!"

Malkauroke nodded. "If we make Delivan the new leader of the Forgotten, then he will most likely betray us when things are done, rather than letting the Forgotten become cannon fodder on the tribal battlefield as we expected."

"Yes, no matter what, only I personally grasp the Forgotten One can rest assured."

"So do you want to modify the plan?"

Garrosh shook his head. Then he showed a strange smile. "No, no need for now. Let's take a look at the situation in Nanhai Town first. I really want to know if Varian is still sitting?"

...

Jaina was busy with staffing all day long. Theramore's reconstruction was coming to an end, and most of it was just trivial matters, which in her opinion could handle.

She put down the last report scroll, and the female mage breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her legs and feet comfortably.

A peaceful and quiet day can't be better.

Sylvanas and Bene walked in. The Night Elf Guard said anxiously: "Ms., someone wants to talk to you now."

Jaina rarely heard Bene's tone of orders, especially to her. What happened? The female mage noticed that Sylvanas looked at her meaningfully.

"You are here too, Sylvanas." Jaina guessed a little. "Are the person who came forgot?"

"Yes." The female elf said quietly.

"Okay." Jaina stood there, she was already very disgusted with sitting in the chair. "Let that person come in."

Ben walked out and led an assassin-like undead. He looked quite dangerous, but the other party's hands did not put on the weapon from beginning to end.

"Who is yours?" Jaina asked with a smile.

To this day, talking to a dead soul still makes her feel very strange. The feeling comes from the strange eyes of others. Many people don’t understand why she still believes in these dangerous races, and some even accused her of forgetting the fact that Theramore was almost destroyed by the tribe.

Jaina didn't want to blame those people for saying that she never forgot what happened to her city, nor did she forget who reached out to help her in the crisis of Theramore.

Therefore, when everyone raised objections, she still chose to diplomat with the Forgotten. The result was much better than she expected. The Forgotten not only recognized the existence of Theramore, but even gave away the resources needed for reconstruction. The wood of the Silver Pine Forest and the ore of the Ultraman were much more than the alliance helped her. The other party asked for anything in return, but nothing was essential, but that her who restrained her and was not allowed to step into the territory of the Forgotten Territory.

"What I'm not important is that I am a messenger, and Lord Belmont sent me. He asked me to bring you bad news, Ms. Prodmore." said the undead. He was outspoken and did not know whether it was because of the bored communication with the living or because of the 'bad news' he said.

“What bad news?”

"The four ships of the Forgotten are heading towards Nanhai Town, and they are going to attack that place."

Jaina simply couldn't believe her ears: "Nanhai Town?"

"Yes, ma'am. The three ships were full of soldiers, and with dozens of artillery and crossbows, I'm sure there was no ship in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom that could match them."

Jaina frowned: "Why do you attack Nanhai Town, and why do you specifically remind me?"

"A lot of bad things have happened inside the Forgotten." The Messenger of the Dead shrugged: "It's hard to explain if you want to explain it. Lord Belmont hopes that you can come forward in time to evacuate the residents of Nanhai Town and let them take refuge in Theramore for the time being."

"It sounds like a conspiracy no matter how you sound," said Bern. "We have evacuated the people from Nanhai Town. Can you take the opportunity to occupy that port?"

"Even if you don't do that, Nanhai Town will still be lost." The messenger's voice was extremely low. "There are not many human troops in Nanhai Town, but there are many civilians and children. Once they fight, they can only be living targets."

He didn't need to remind him, Jaina knew the situation in Nanhai Town, but she wanted to know what was going on in the Forgotten, why did she suddenly start attacking the alliance, and then someone came to remind her.

This contradictory approach made the female mage quickly think of herself, and the scene where she argued with her father many years ago in order to maintain peace between humans and orcs.

It is a disagreement, and there is a disagreement within the forgotten.

Jaina sighed. She thought the days of the undead fighting against humans had passed, but now it seems that the original hatred has never disappeared.

"Okay, please go back and tell your leader, and I will take action immediately."

"You must hurry, it may be too late."

...

When Merell arrived at Ultraman through the portal, he had no time to say hello to the person in charge here, he quickly turned into a raven and flew towards Lordaeron.

The closer we get to the former kingdom of mankind, the more blood you can see. The Crusaders survive here, and even if the threat from the Scourge Legion had passed, there was no sign of recovery from Lordaeron they occupied.

Nathanos will occupy the place one day. The mage confirms this in his heart.

The raven let out a scream, docking at the position of the blood-colored Crusader ships on the sea, and turning back to the appearance of the dead.

"I heard you and rushed over." A crusader in a mask came behind Merell.

The mage turned around and was very glad to see the naval rank badge on the shoulders of this man.
Chapter completed!