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Maraton could smell the smell of blood everywhere. The smell was irresistible to Sarein. Delivan controlled Allerick's body and hid in the room infected by the bloody smell.

He was planning how to restore the current situation. Marra and the other three found out the truth. In order to prevent their intelligence from causing Tatsell to change his radical attitude towards the alliance, Delivan could only send his own people to attack the three Dark Rangers. Now it seems that this is undoubtedly a stupid move.

The Forgotten Fleet was dispatched, but Salein's whereabouts were also exposed. In the end, Delivan found that everything he did seemed to have received no reward from the tribe.

Garrosh once promised that the Forgotten would lead this force once he joined the tribe. But so far, the chief had no action. He neither sent a messenger to contact the Forgotten, nor sent troops to help the Forgotten strike the Alliance and create the illusion of the undead organization and the tribe. He was really out of the way!

The more dissatisfied with Hellscream's behavior, the more worried he became. He began to suspect that the orc was just using him from the beginning. Perhaps he had never thought about helping him take over the Forgotten, but just wanted to provoke a war between the Forgotten and the Alliance.

In fact, they have been using each other, but Delivan believes that Garrosh, as an orc, should know how to keep his promises.

"Maybe he's just waiting." Deliven muttered, maybe Hellscream was watching the battle in Nanhai Town. Only when the orcs really fought will they be willing to take action.

But how long will it take? The Blood Prince can no longer wait. The smell of blood spreading in Maraton was a temptation that was difficult for him to resist. Many of his subordinates were arrested and executed immediately.

Bang! The door of the room was kicked open rudely.

"Who is it?" Allerick's voice burst out from his throat, and then he saw Belmont and two or three death hunters walking in. He quickly took a few steps back.

"Sir, what's the matter with me?" Deliven had guessed that he had been exposed. Just like Belmont checking for any dangerous traps in the house, he was also thinking about how to escape, and the door was blocked by a death hunter.

"May I have your name."

"Alerric." Drevan had a funny expression on his face, but he was already shocked by Belmont's cleverness.

"Yes, of course you look like Aleric, and a member of the Dark Blade, but there are many minions of the Scourge who pretend to be Forsaken and borrow our name to sow discord. Your master, the Lich King, had used similar tricks in the Gate of Demons. Now, tell me what is Aleric's full name?"

The death hunters all pulled out their weapons, they were the swords hidden in the shadows of the Forgotten, specializing in potential threats and completing shameless missions.

"What are you talking about? You know what my name is the most, don't you?" Allerick's innocent expression attracted Belmont's laugh. This was no longer the Allerick Hawkkins he was familiar with, but it was just a skin that contained a vicious soul.

"I thought at first that Allerick was colluding with Sarreyin," Belmont said. "But when I went to the tavern to confirm your situation, the tavern manager and several regular customers told me that you were just following a suspicious guy. Never listened to them nagging the owner of the Withered."

"Do I need to listen to this, Belmont?" Delivan did not look panicked at all? Instead, he looked angry, and his expression was completely different from that of Allerrell, who Belmont knew.

When Allerick called him his name? Belmont's heart tightened. The person standing in front of him was originally one of the best killers in the dark blade, but he was sacrificed because of a simple investigation. Belmont had many subordinates, and not one or two died? But Allerick was the first forgotten person to die because of his direct order.

Anger that was so strongly suppressed could not wait to explode.

"The Scourge, the Forgotten Ones, are all undead? What's the difference? Don't you maintain your free will? Don't you choose to be loyal to one person? But my master is Arthas? Your master is Nathanos. As long as it is an undead, will you need a person to lead? Nathanos himself gave up his position as leader? Someone should replace him..."

"You mean that person is you?"

"At least I know better than the Withered Ones what the Forgotten really needs? And I'm stronger!"

A sneer rang out from the mouths of several death hunters, as if mocking a madman.

"The living must be completely eliminated. The deceased's desire for killing is innate. I have arranged it? After the Forgotten drinks the blood of the Alliance, we will start attacking the tribes and unify the world."

"Ununity?" Belmont felt that he had heard a huge joke. Instead of refuting Salein directly, he questioned: "Do you think we are no different from the Scourge? I think the Master and the Lich King are the same kind of people? Now I can tell you? The meaning of the Forgotten is to take in souls that are spitted by death, rather than destroying the world. The Lich King only knows how to enslave it? But Lord Nathanos Wither created everything that the Forgotten is now. You idiot. You don't know what you are doing. All your thoughts are just your self-righteousness!"

Deliven seemed to have been slapped in the face and his eyes turned pale.

"Why do you think you are qualified to lead the Forgotten? You are not even part of us. It is a wise choice for the Master of the Wither to refuse you to join. He has long seen that you Salein will always be hopelessly stray dogs."

"Enough!" Allerick's body disappeared into the smoke, and a taller figure appeared.

Belmont has seen many princes in blood, and they all look the same.

"I will make you feel the ultimate pain like I do Allerick, Belmont! I should have done this long ago, and then take over the Forsaken by your position." A black lightning flashed between Deliven's fingers, and a light breeze floated between his knees, blowing the black cloak up.

"I have never been the decision of the Forgotten One." Belmont waved his hand forward and threw several bombs in. When the Blood Prince opened his eyes, he had to close the door...

With a loud "boom", the smoke and sound vibrated the entire Maraton.

Belmont coughed a few times and went to check the situation until the dust disappeared.

"Deliven is gone, sir." said a death hunter.
Chapter completed!