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"You're coming at the right time, kid. I want to prepare the ceremony before Thor is knocked down."

Twilight Dragon nodded, put down the rune stone and the Focused Rainbow. It was put down with the magical treasure, and there was something. Nathanos smiled with satisfaction when he saw it.

"I thought you didn't have time to take it away."

Azurksion hesitated, "It's almost too late. Crasus's spell is very powerful. The time node I returned to the Dragon Sleeping Temple happened to be the moment before the explosion."

Nathanos reached out to touch the red and white spotted dragon eggs. The three dragon eggs Alextasa once gave birth to were destroyed, one became Audroksion, and another was destroyed by Crasus' magic when Twilight Hammer attacked the Dragon Sleep Temple.

Just as guarding the dragon to return to the past and get the dragon's soul, it is the same principle to deal with the death wings. For some things that should have disappeared, they will not cause time turbulence when used in the future.

"Father, have you started to arrange magic circles?"

Nathanos nodded. With permission, Adochyon grabbed the rune stone and easily crushed it into five pieces.

"It takes a lot of time to carve runes, and there is also..."

Narak, who had collapsed on the ground, suddenly recovered his mind and a strong wind blew.

Azorksion stretched his wings to block Nathanos.

“Can you fix it?”

"It takes some time. It has the power of Titans."

This is the first time that the Withered One has heard the Twilight Dragon’s tone with uncertainty. “Then lead it to the sky, and don’t let it disturb me until I complete the magic circle.”

"clear."

Audroksion unfolds the Twilight Realm. The darkness outside the Throne of Thunder added a purple color. Narak felt the danger and soared into the air.

Nathanos looked up and reminded Azhoksion: "It is the Lord of the Storm, and the roaring weather of thunder and lightning is conducive to its combat. Be careful."

"I won't let you down."

Twilight Dragon chased after Narak.

Nathanos stared at the sky for a while before retracting his gaze. "I can't fail." He said to himself, "Absolutely not."

Although the runestones have been divided into five pieces, the weight of each piece is still a big challenge for Nathanos. He has to use the power of darkness to push the stones and put them in the designated position. It should be the shape of a five-pointed star. Nathanos remembers that Gul'dan did it in the first place.

Unexpectedly, one day the warlock helped him a lot. Nathanos found it a bit ridiculous, and he was willing to try it. Is the spells used by Orc Warlock to strengthen ogres and death knights have side effects? This is a hidden danger in the ritual.

...

“Nathanos.”

At sunset, the end of the horizon was dizzy and orange-red. The chill of night had already arrived in the hot desert and penetrated into the underground city of Maraton.

"Nathanos?"

But the Forgotten is cold in itself.

"Nathanos, do you really want to do that?"

Walking in the tunnel, the wither was about to reach the room where he usually thought alone.

"Nathanos, have you listened to me?"

An ice barrier blocked him. Through the ice surface, he could see his own appearance, awful and disappointing appearance, a thin body, a broken left arm. He was already so unbearable!

Nathanos turned his head and faced the undead eyes holding the staff.

"I've heard it." He replied.

"But you just act like a wind in your ear?" Merriel Xiefeng snorted, his golden eyes under his black hood were so bright.

"I have to go all out," said Nathanos. "I have no other choice. If you don't want to help me, just walk away."

The mage in front of him did not show any unhappiness or any unnecessary emotions. However, the withered person was actually very interested in his reaction.

"I've seen the drawings you drew. Gul'dan uses evil energy to guide the ritual magic array. But you use magic, and there are no hidden dangers that you will have," he said.

Nathanos turned his head, raised his hand, and gently touched the ice surface, and the barrier immediately made a crisp sound of shattering.

Merriel's throat had an unpleasant voice, and he looked at the drawings given to him by the Withered One - with strangely shaped spells and glyphs engraved on them - and then put them down.

"Have you ever considered the consequences of failure? What should you do if you have three or two shortcomings?"

"Will I die if you are me?"

Merell nodded. The energy mobilized during the ceremony is like a pot of water mounted on the fire, and it will become increasingly unstable. It is hard to imagine what kind of pain the people in it will suffer.

"You will be torn to pieces by magic." The mage concluded.

The tunnel fell into silence.

Nathanos stared down at his hands and sorted out his thoughts. "How far do you think I will be from destruction if I continue like this?" Merriel was speechless. "If I die in the ceremony, I feel at ease, at least, my damn fate has come to an end."

...

Salamani's sharp blade slashed on the ground, sparks splashed everywhere, leaving clear patterns after clear lines.

Every glyph and every spell jumped in Nathanos's mind, and was copied by the sword in his hand, around the portrait of the Thor's face on the ground.

...

"Our power can help you solve the problem of body decay, Master." Kira squirted the white spirit wings, and there were two companions with cold expressions beside her: Signi and Brenja.

They were three of the seven Wagris who first joined the Forgotten.

"Arsace once forced us to resurrect the Death Knight for him. That spell is stronger than the spell that transforms the corpse into the undead. It not only gives the undead more powerful power, but also repairs their bodies, keeping them intact, even stronger, and more…durable."

Nathanos responded to this remark just to glance at the ghost Valkyrie. He didn't need to think about it, and he directly rejected the suggestion in his heart, just like he refused Agatha on the frozen throne.

How can the ceremony be more stable? Nathanos's mind is thinking about this question.

“Our approach is more feasible and safer than the ritual you are going to perform,” Kira said. “Please consider it carefully.”

Nathanos turned to face the three of them. "Can you perform the spells you said for each Forgotten?"

"That would be too much to take."

"Since that's the case, I can't accept your advice."

The Wagri sisters looked at each other. They should be very strange, but there was no strange expression on their faces.

Nathanos continued: "Speak straight to the point, your abilities are valuable, but they cannot be used on me. Once I accept your advice, other forgetful persons will ask me to hold the same ceremony for them. And you cannot meet everyone's needs. No, this cannot happen."

Kira and Seguni remained silent, only Breenja expressed his affirmation.

"Then let's help you complete the talisman. Maybe it can make your ritual array more stable."

Nathanos hesitated in surprise. Is it so obvious what he was thinking? Or can they peek at his thoughts? The Withering Denied the latter, and the Wagrims were far less powerful than him, and there was no such possibility.

"Then tell me what you think."

...

The last rune stone was placed in the designated position. The process was long and difficult, and the back of a female elf flashed from time to time in Nathanos's mind, but he couldn't tell whether the man was Aurelia or Sylvanas.

Looking at the rune stone in front of him, he thought of Quel'thalas. This is not the time to act emotionally, but he really can't suppress his thoughts. He can only turn his eyes to the third step of the ceremony preparation.

The Focus Rainbow is like a crystal ball with a smooth surface and a star map hidden inside. Every star hides power that ordinary people can't imagine. What impact will it have if they are all released?

A black mist appeared in Nathanos's hand, wandering between his fingers, and finally a bottle filled with red liquid appeared.

...

The prison where Teregosa was held was opened. Nathanos walked in and looked at the Blue Dragon sitting in front of the bed.

The former weaver's sister was very calm and beautiful. The only thing on her neck was very weird, and her head looked like it was sewn with her body.

Of course, Teresa is still alive.

"I remember you." Lanlong recognized the undead. "You are... the one who returns the soul of Sindagosa."

"Thank you for remembering me, that would save me time for introducing myself." Nathanos said with a smile, then observed the place where the Blue Dragon was detained. Compared with the environment where other Forgotten people live, it was many times more comfortable.

"The Forgotten has limited environments, which is the best. I hope you can live in a habit."

"I'm used to it." Teregosa shook the shackles in her hands in front of Nathanos. The magic on it prevented her from changing back to the dragon form.

"That's good, you're an important guest. Your feelings are important to us."

"Then tell me where the Focus Rainbow is. Since you have saved me, you should know where that magic weapon went." Teregosa wanted to get up and look at Nathanos, but he saw a person standing behind the undead. The man looked like a living person, and the breath made her feel dangerous. She felt that it would be better not to move around.

"It's him who saved you." Nathanos looked back and said, it was the one. "His name is Audroksion, do you have any impression?"

Terregosa gasped. The Twilight Dragon at the Battle of Dragon Sleeping Temple? He fought almost equally with Death Wings.

How could he be here? And he seemed to obey the orders of the undead.

"What do you want to do? Do you want me to say thank you to him?"

"No, I need you to give something real."

Terregosa shuddered. She had nothing to give to Nathanos, and even if there was one, she didn't want to give it to him.

"Stop beating around the bush," she said, and she saw Nathanos make a gesture to let Audroksion go. Unexpectedly, the Twilight Dragon actually left.

"Let me answer your question first. Yes, I know the whereabouts of the Focus Rainbow, and it's still in my hands."
To be continued...