…………

This is almost comparable to Titan Technology's creation.

The light steps behind him made him retract his attention.

"I was startled when your sword flew over, sir." Veronara said. Nathanos could feel the Dark Ranger holding the sword, waiting for him to take it back.

The Withered did not look back, "I'm glad, too, you didn't tell Aurelia or Sylvanas about this."

Only you have the right to decide whether to meet them. Veronara respects Nathanos and regrets Aurelia. The wither in front of her seems to not want to meet her.

"Is there anything you need to give?" Veronara asked. She had a gut feeling that Nathanos wanted to be alone and quiet.

Nathanos paused for a moment before turning around, took the sword in Verona's hand, and said to her: "You must be very surprised, what is the point of being transferred to this place in the port army, right?"

The Dark Ranger nodded.

"In addition to destroying Zandala's fleet, there is another crucial task that you will complete next."

"Please give me instructions."

"The alliance and the tribe will soon launch a general attack on Thor, and the Forgotten Ones will not have to participate in the battle at that time." After Nathanos's words, Rabbi Verona became even more confused before. In order to eliminate Thor, what is the Forgotten One coming to Thor Island for?

"What do you want us to do?"

A gust of wind blew, and the words of the withered were also conveyed to Veronala's ears.

"Once the Throne of Thunder is attacked, everyone on the island will focus on this place. No one can care about us. You and Tatsel are responsible for planting the troops in various parts of the island, and implementing a secret siege of the Alliance and the Tribe camps...."

Surrounding...what?

Veronara stared at him, looking confused.

"You plan to..."

"Go."

Nathanos turned his back again and looked at the palace in front of him. Veronara tried to find a reason for his order.

Is he trying to get revenge on Aurelia and the Alliance? Or is he trying to get this island? Or is the Alliance and the Horde want to attack them privately?

Countless explanations flashed through her mind. Then they withered quickly. Revenge would not target Theramore and Jaina. He also promised that the Pandas would not occupy an inch of Pandaria's land. The Alliance tribes did not have many troops to come to Thor Island, and they were not opponents of the Forgotten.

There is no possibility at all.

This thought made Veronala feel cold.

When did he make up his mind to do this? Have he planned it long ago?

No. Impossible. It is okay for him to take revenge on Aurelia and the league itself, and it is understandable. But if Sylvanas is involved, it would be...

The Dark Ranger wanted to persuade Nathanos, and even prepared his words, and there were the consequences that might have been caused by doing so.

"When will you become smarter?" Just as she was about to speak, Nathanos's voice sounded again. This time it was a warning reprimand, and his tone seemed to be a father who was extremely disappointed with his child. This was a feeling Veronara hadn't experienced for a long time.

The Dark Ranger stood there. Nathanos then turned around and glared at him. "Didn't you hear my order clearly?"

Veronara sensed the burning anger of the withered.

He won't change his mind.

"Affect the order."

"Get out!"

Nathanos didn't want anyone to continue disturbing him. He wanted to enjoy this moment, in this place where the mountain horror resurrected Narak, the courtyard. The power of the storm was so full that he couldn't wait to release it.

Veronara has left. Nathanos doesn't care what she is. The wither feels that his long journey is finally coming to a turning point. If he can breathe now, he can taste the smell of the air here.

He closed his eyes. The day brought by lightning streaked across the sky, and a huge shadow wrapped around him.

The Withered Man raised his mouth, opened his eyes, and looked at the King of Thunder. The emperor reminded him of Arthas, and both his aura and their power made him feel a similar feeling.

"I've seen you, in my dream." Thor spoke first, his voice sounded like thunder.

"It seems we have had the same dream." The Withering One replied.

Maybe he wanted to observe him better, maybe he wanted to show his power. Thor snapped his fingers, and a flash of lightning fell, landed in front of Nathanos, turning the terrifying corpse of the mountain into dust.

Governor Mogu is really a pitiful worm worthy of sympathy. He gave his life for his emperor, but after he died in battle, he couldn't even get a word of recognition, and instead became an annoying thing.

"Who are you?" asked Thor.

The Withered One stepped forward to the place where the mountain disappeared. There were still a slight flash of lightning on the ground, which had no effect on him at all. "You seem to have given me a title called 'Urbanist'."

"No king is willing to let outsiders spy on their kingdom." Thor pointed to the ground. Nathanos looked down and saw that there was a pattern of magical ancient faces between him and Thor, which was the image of Thor himself.

"Your kingdom is shaking," said Nathanos.

Thor disdained. “The world knows nothing about my power.”

The Withered Man then laughed and began to walk around the pattern under his feet with Thor, his eyes staying away from each other.

"I have heard a lot of legends about you in Pandaria and read a lot of information."

Thor was very curious about what he knew and wanted to know how future generations evaluated him. Of course, the Mogu tribe would praise his achievements in admiring him. What about the panda people? Are they still afraid?

"There is one of the records about you that made me very curious."

"What kind of record?" asked Thunder God. "Did I build the Great Wall, or my cruel rule? Or... I defeated the gods of the Panda people, and the White Tiger Snow Wrath?"

Nathanos shook his head. "I'm only interested in your first past."

When the word "first" was mentioned, Thor's eyes narrowed.

"The literature says that before you founded the empire, Pandaria had a high cliff that was shrouded in the clouds for many years in eternal storms. The Pandas call it Thunder Mountain. It is said that one of the ancestors of your Mogu tribe lived in it." The voice of the Withered One was so clear that every word was typing the memories of the King of Thunder.
Chapter completed!