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"One day, a demonic man broke into the top of Thunder Mountain to explore the secrets of his ancestors. When he went, he was just an ordinary demonic member, but when he came back, he had mastered the power of the storm and announced that the mountain would be his throne of power. At the highest point of the top of the mountain, he built a magnificent fortress." The eyes of the undead stumbled behind Thunder God. Thunder and Thunder Thunder Thunder were lit up in the sky.

"That person is you. That fortress is right in front of you and me. How many people can think that the mountain that was 12,000 years ago has now become a floating island." Nathanos shook his head. "It's a pity that history does not record what you found after climbing to the top of the mountain. But it's enough."

"What enough?" The King of Thunder and Lightning spoke in a plain tone, as if he didn't care about his secret being exposed. Or, he didn't expect that his palace was not forgotten by the world, and someone still wrote it into history.

In fact, Nathanos did not expect that even in the era of Shaohao, the last Panda Emperor, the ruler of Shaohao, the King of Thunder and Lightning was still fearful and respectful.

Ten thousand years ago, when the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth and was about to split, Shaohao did not sit idly by and watch Thunder Mountain fall into the deep sea. Perhaps the last emperor thought it was of great significance to save, so Pandaria's fog also hid the last small piece of Thunder Mountain in layers of fog, just like other mountains and rivers on this continent.

The withered faced the King of Thunder and lightning and slowly said the answer: "It is enough to show that your power does not belong to you. Under this fortress, there are unknown secrets."

"So, do you also want to get this power like me back then?"

"No, I've got something more valuable."

In the blink of an eye, there was no sign, and the King of Thunder did not move at all. A cylindrical lightning rose from Nathanos's feet and rushed straight into the clouds.

"The traitor." Thunder God murmured, staring at the place where the tiny undead was just now.

At the beginning, he didn't think about killing the other party, but when he heard Nathanos claiming that there was something more valuable than his power, he couldn't help but his anger.

Pandalia was once his, and he conquered everything with the power of lightning. Now that he is back, he can still use this power to regain his own things, as long as this power is in his hands - the power of the Titan Guardian.

Thor believed that nothing was better than his power, and the person who refuted him was wiped out. He slowly turned around and disappeared into lightning.

The wind gradually subsided, and the black fog gathered again into a human form. Nathanos patted his clothes, admiring Thor's decisiveness in his heart, but he did this to admit that there was a shocking secret hidden under the Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder.

The wither looked up at the fortress in front of him.

"Let's do it, Aochsion, bring the Focus Rainbow and my bloodline."

...

"You must take action, Grand Lord. You can't watch Lord Lord fall into the hands of the second undead master." Merriel had been talking for several hours. Although the undead would not feel tired, it did not mean that his patience was also infinite. What he had never thought was that the person he wanted to persuade had already been bored with him.

The great lord Darian Moglani ignored Merriel. The reason he met the mage was because he said he was the messenger of the Forgotten, but now he said that the Forgotten is about to attack Lordaeron, hoping that the Black Front Knights can stop the Withering One.

Extremely ridiculous!

Darien inspected the Black Fortress, he walked very quickly, but Merrell could follow in his footsteps.

The great lord suddenly stopped. Merriel thought he was ready to make a decision, but the Death Knight's eyes only fell on the rune furnace on the upper floor of the fortress. The furnace did not ignite the flames. The undead ghouls standing on both sides lowered their heads and stayed there without moving.

Darien frowned. His voice was loud enough before his death, and so after his death.

"Currently burn the furnace!" he shouted. "If the Black Knight's blade breaks in battle and cannot be repaired in time, I will bury you in the soil myself."

The ghoul minion started working. The rune furnace soon began to flash blue flames.

"You can't sit idly." Merriel suddenly spoke.

"I have nothing to talk about with you." Darian turned around and glared at the mage. He had issued a few orders to expel guests, but the "guest" didn't care at all. "And I don't have time to care about the Forgotten. You should go to Tirio."

"I've been!" said Merell, "but the Ashes Messenger said that the Forsaken Altlank had no movement and he would not send troops to guard against him."

The mage didn't know if he had heard it wrong, and Darien seemed to laugh. Did he know the result a long time ago?

"The Black Knights were also servants of the Lich King." Merriel emphasized. Hearing this, the Death Knight Lord stopped again. "You should know the bloodthirsty nature of the undead creatures, if they are not controlled..."

"Listen, a dead soul is discussing bloodthirsty with me." Darian interrupted him and said loudly to the Death Knight who was standing guard in the fortress. In an instant, a sarcastic ridicule echoed in the floating fortress and could not stop for a long time.

The Black Lord lowered his voice and said to Merell: "Listen to me, old man. Everyone here has at least hundreds of lives dyed blood in his hands. Most of them are blood-colored crusaders. Do you think we are bloodthirsty?"

Merriel was speechless. How should he answer? Affirmation or Negative, which one is the answer that Darian wants to hear?

Seeing that he was silent, the Death Knight spat on the ground disdainfully. "Of course we are bloodthirsty, especially when we get rid of the Lich Queen, we still remember what we have done. But we... don't regret it."

Darien saw a trace of surprise flashing across Merriel's face, and smiled and said the following words: "Because the Blood Crusaders should have been destroyed. Have you ever seen their fanaticism? Do you know how many...the living have suffered from their torture? I tell you, they have killed much more living people than they have destroyed. Why are their flags and battle robes bloody? Have you ever thought about it?"

"They are also humans, creatures..." Merriel realized that she was inappropriate to say this, so she quickly changed her words: "At least they have regained the kingdom that once belonged to mankind, and that land is now ruled by the living. Can you sit back and watch it be destroyed by the dead again?"

"Whatever." When Darien said these three words, Merriel couldn't believe his ears. "Lordalon's misfortune was not that it was about to be destroyed for the second time, but that the person who should have protected it the most became its destroyer."

"So, will you be willing to make a difference if you have to have a second Arthas appear?"

Merriel was obviously not ready to be attacked. He never thought that a dead man could be so fast. Darian's fist slashed through the air, and at that moment, Evil Wind had already fallen to the ground.

The voice of the Black Strike Lord was so cold, just like the two serrated swords behind him.

"Leave my fortress, mage, don't force me to say the second time."

The disappointing result was that like the Silver Northern Expedition Army, the Black Front Knights did not intend to take action.

Merell endured the pain and stood up from the ground. He shook his head and stared at Darian Moglani's back angrily, releasing the teleportation spell, leaving the cold Black Front Fortress.

Has the world finally quieted down?

No! This is not the case for Darien. He now regrets letting the ghoul ignite the furnace. Amid the crackling sound of fuel burning, a man quietly approached Darien, and he could feel the other person.

"What do you have to say, Banshee Sioks?"

In the Black Fortress, the person who manages daily affairs is Siox. Darien obviously has no good tone to her, but the night elf Death Knight would not mind the great lord calling her like that. Who among Archerus is willing to speak calmly?

"I don't object to you using violence to drive him away, Grand Lord," said Siox, "but I think his words deserve our attention."

"You also think we should shift our attention from the Scourge to the Forgotten?"

"No, the Scourge is always the target of our surveillance. But..."

"Speak just by saying something!" Darien almost ordered her in a swearing tone.

"The Forgotten attacked Lordaeron, yes, it has nothing to do with us, it's just a city with a master. But what's the result? Will the result become worse or better for us?" Siocs finally saw Darien willing to turn around to face her, which shows that the Great Lord became interested in her words.

Another reason why Darian rejected Merriel's request just now was that the Blood Crusaders were also enemies of the Black Front Knights. Their sphere of influence was only separated from the plague land. If it weren't for the Fireplace Valley and many Silver Northern Expedition sentries in the middle, the two sides might have already faced each other.

Now that the Forgotten Ones are going to solve this problem for them, Darian is of course willing to see it, but Xiocs's words make him start thinking about the pros and cons again.

The Banshee continued: "The Forgotten Territory is about to catch up with the Alliance and the Horde. Apart from the Scourge, no undead force has reached such a scale. Lord Lord, don't forget that Nathanos has accepted many members of the Scourge for him."

Death Knight Prefist, the Sky-Covering Orisos, and Vagri...Darian has not forgotten that these remnants of the Scourge are staying with the Withering Ones. This is the fact.

"I want to hear your solution."

A sneer flashed across Chioks' face. "Even if we don't interfere with Nathanos' actions against Lordaeron, we should pay close attention to his every move after that."

"Do you think Tirio would do that?"

"You and I know, the reason why the Great Lord, the Messenger of Ashes believes so much is that he has made immeasurable contributions to the war against the Scourge. At the same time, he also returns Shadow's sorrow, which makes us think that he is not a person who pursues power. But people will change, aren't they?"

Moglani closed her eyes and pondered for a while, then raised her head. "Tell me, Banshee, who is more suitable for this task?"

"There is a…the most appropriate candidate in Stormwind."

...

After Aurelia finished her meeting with Jaina, she hurried back to the Sindorai camp. The situation was decided, and a coalition army was about to overthrow Hellscream's notice. She couldn't wait to tell the others about this good news. Leaderine or Isaac would be lucky enough to be the first, but when the Regent saw them, they found that their expressions were filled with worry.

"What's wrong?" Aurelia asked.

The Countess and the Grand Master looked at each other.

Leaderine took out a letter. "You better see for yourself, Regent, the news from Quel'thalas."

The wax seal of the letter is the seal of General Ranger, Wenleza.

Aurelia opened the letter and quickly browsed the contents above. Now, her expression became as heavy as Leah Delin and the others.

"What do you think?"

The first thing to talk was Isaas. "I have never seen such magic before," he said.

"General Ranger suspected that it was done by the Green Dragon Legion. This idea is a bit unrealistic. We have no gap with the Green Dragons. There is only one most convincing explanation, that is, this thing was not done by one person." Leadlin said.

"But the rune stone disappears out of thin air without traces, it is absolutely impossible for many people to do it." Azas retorted. "During the Second War, the rune stone was stolen by orcs, and we could tell at a glance that it was done by orcs. This time, we cannot even be sure of what species the other party was."

"Okay." Aurelia's great mood disappeared completely. Now is the critical moment, and the most taboo thing at the critical moment is to make mistakes. "Assa, tell me if the rune stone can be used as a weapon?"

The great wizard shook his head and promised: "It is absolutely impossible. Many people think that runestones are used to create protective barriers. But in fact, this statement is also wrong. Its function has never been one - guiding magic."

"You mean, runestones are like catheters?" Aurelia raised her eyebrows.

"It can be understood that Quel's past defense barrier was actually the energy of the Well of the Sun, and it was only input into the rune stone by the magicians and then released to the outside world."

The Regent smiled slightly relaxed. In the past, when she led the ranger to patrol the jungle, she would always say to the recruits: The barrier formed by runestones will protect us. Now it seems that that statement is wrong.

"However, it's really worrying." Azas touched his chin and wore a helmet, and others couldn't see his expression clearly.

"What are you worried about?" Aurelia asked.
Chapter completed!