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The climate of Kunlai Mountain is somewhat similar to that of the north wind tundra. At night, airflow from the Kunlai Mountain plain will blow the White Tiger Temple. Even the strongest panda monks must wrap their robes tightly.

Nathanos had long lost the concept of heat and cold, and he could not feel it in front of him, and he was used to it. So when he returned to White Tiger Temple, the monk who received him was also surprised by his thin dress.

Where is she? Nathanos didn't ask this question because he had already smelled Sylvanas.

"I wish the head of the sect let us prepare ten monks for you so that you can complete your mission."

At this moment, the Withered One didn't want to talk about any tasks. He nodded and replied: "Let those people be prepared, we will set out tomorrow morning."

The monk bowed and retreated. Before leaving, he pointed out the direction to Nathanos, and the people who were waiting for him were on the platform outside the martial arts square of Baihu Temple.

On the way he came, he had already thought about a lot of questions to discuss with Sylvanas and what the female elf might say. But what the Withered One was confused about was that what they wanted to talk to each other was completely inseparable from the things they wanted to talk to each other.

He will talk about politics and the current situation. The female elf will talk about more personal topics, like little secrets between couples.

So, who can accommodate whom?

Can this meeting be regarded as a diplomacy? Even though Nathanos wants a positive answer, he doubted whether he was still the Nathanos Desertler at the moment he met Sylvanas.

The female elf stood at the edge of the platform with her back facing her, and the wind blew her cloak "whizzing". She deliberately did not wear a hood, allowing her long light golden hair to dance with the wind.

Nathanos looked at her for a moment and then tried to say the first sentence: "It's very cold here."

All the ideas he prepared were thrown out of the sky, along with those well-designed topics.

"I heard that you have become the disciple of the God Snow Wrath." Sylvanas slowly turned around.

In an instant, the cold filled with Kunlai's night disappeared without a trace. All Nathanos could see was this beautiful female elf who was bleached by the moonlight.

She was smiling, which made Nathanos a little excited, and felt guilty for seeing her now.

"I can learn a lot from him, and there is no harm in this matter." The Withered One didn't know what he was talking about. Perhaps he was still at a loss for Sylvanas's sudden arrival.

The atmosphere also fell into silence because of his answer. What should they say? Sylvanas and Nathanos were thinking about this question. Who will speak to break the silence now?

"I heard... the alliance has landed in Pandaria and has started fighting with the tribe." The Withered One instantly regretted it. He shouldn't have involved the private meeting between him and her in the war.

Sylvanas didn't mind and still replied with a smile: "Yes, two months ago."

"So... are you okay?"

Sylvanas was caught off guard when the conversation suddenly changed. She was stunned at first, and then amused by Nathanos's questions.

"You are still so crappy in the way you care about people."

Looking at her appearance, the Withered One knew that he had just said something stupid. Sylvanas was not injured and stood in front of him completely.

"Nathanos Maris is never good at caring for others," he said bitterly.

Sylvanas's expression continued to lose. Nathanos was very glad that she did not say the word "sorry".

For him, many people who know him and his current situation can only express the so-called "regret" and "sympathy" through these three words.

Sylvanas is perhaps the only one who doesn't care about his life and death transformation.

Sometimes he would wonder why the female elf had such an attitude towards him? But the answer was obvious. How could he have never imagined that he was so cunning?

"Nathanos never ignores those who need help," Sylvanas approached him and came to a position where he could reach.

They stared at each other calmly.

Sylvanas was wondering how he would react to her approach if Nathanos was alive. He would definitely blush, as long as she exhaled her breath gently on his face.

Similarly, the wither is also thinking about his past self. A feeling of envy arises in his heart. The human being is really lucky. If he is still there, he will have the right to choose.

Can he hold her and kiss her? Of course he can, and he wants it very much. The Withered One knows very well: Nathanos Maris has never been able to resist the charm of this woman. Maybe he will have an inner struggle, but it will definitely be useless.

"Let me guess, you must have come to see me secretly again."

"How to say it? The alliance always has to send someone to stare at the Forgotten leader to be relieved." Sylvanas looked at him deliberately and tried to make things difficult for him, and held Nathanos's only hand with both hands.

Her movements were bold and unexpected. The wither can no longer remember how many years she has not been exposed to such a living person.

These hands must have magical powers. Nathanos thought to himself. She made him lose the desire to attack.

"If so, Varian should probably send Shore to monitor me in person."

"You mean, I don't know much about intelligence work as well as Madias?"

"I mean, Sylvanas came to me, not the Ranger General of the Silver Covenant came to me."

A bright smile appeared on the face of the female elf, as if she had returned to her most innocent moment.

"It's a pity that Nathanos Maris is not here, and what's left is the Withered."

"No." Sylvanas suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Nathanos. This action shocked the dead again. "Nathanos Maris belongs to Aurelia. And the Withering One gave me a second chance to get what originally belonged to me."

"Silvanas, I..." His words were blocked by a finger that pressed his lips.

She had to lean her head over and leaned gently against his shoulders and elbows.

How should he respond to her?

A voice told him the answer: Enjoy the moment, today can only belong to the two of you. Sylvanas is just Sylvanas, and you are no longer the leader of the Forgotten.

Nathanos nodded and happily accepted the suggestion. He wanted to grasp the moment, even though he knew that the harsh facts would always bind him, and his body exuding death would always curse him.
Chapter completed!