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Veronara's first thought when she met Nathanos was: his changes were jaw-dropping.

"Congratulations, sir," she said. Tatsel nodded in agreement.

The voice of the Dark Ranger did not attract the sight of the Lord of Forsaken, because he was looking in the direction where the two female elfs disappeared.

"We rushed over when we saw the movement here, and we also found Aurelia and Sylvanas on the way, but without your order, we did not launch an attack."

Tatsel stepped forward and said, "As you told, the alliance and the tribe have been surrounded by us. Do you want it..."

"Not important," said Nathanos.

Veronara and Tatsel glanced at each other.

"Let the army gather, withdraw from Thor Island, and return to Kalimdo to step up the deployment of attack on Orgrimmar." Nathanos looked at himself, "As for me, I have to find a new set of equipment and go to Altlank."

"Aren't you going to let the Forsakens know this good news?"

The good news she pointed to was that he. Nathanos looked back at Veronara. "Don't waste time."

The answer sounds ambiguous. The Dark Ranger didn't understand what he meant was that it was unnecessary, so he would move quickly. But Nathanos had left, and he was walking like an arrow, as if he could only make progress to ensure that all plans were back on track.

...

The hall, which was enough to accommodate hundreds of people, was empty. Nathanos refused all requests for visitation and asked the undead guards Sansa and Malcolm to hold the door and forbid anyone to disturb him. He sat alone on the throne that originally belonged to the Pirinold family.

His hands with armor gloves were pounding on the stone throne handrail. He had changed into a set of armor carefully selected by him, wrapped in darkness. He liked black, just like the night, which could hide him and give him peace of mind.

Salamani and the Bone Bow were placed on both sides, like inseparable guards. Their masters were on another item.

Nathanos stared at the Heart of Azeroth. He needed time to understand the necklace well. At least he had to know how he could lead this tsunami-powered torrent of energy.

When the necklace merged into his body, his flesh and blood suddenly became surprisingly enhanced. Strength, agility and self-control all increased a hundred times in a flash. The energy filled every muscle bone, making him perfect and accurate. His heart was full of confidence, and nothing could affect him... Holy light, magic, elements, and these were useless in his eyes. He almost smiled.

The wither raised his right hand and guided the power with his mind. A brilliant and bright blue spark appeared in the palm of his hand, and the light emitted illuminated his face. He was told that this was Azerite.

Play its role.

Nathanos was driven by this consciousness, and energy shot out of his palms and flew towards the map on the hall wall like fireworks. He could only hear a clear and pleasant impact, and the flames flashing with blue light began to swallow the entire map, and in the end there were only ashes.

If this is the case alone, Nathanos will be disappointed. The power of this power should be far more than that. The current situation is just a drop in the bucket. Unless a suitable method is found...

The Withered One immediately thought of the Rainbow of Focus. Even as a magical treasure with infinite power, it requires the blood of the weaver to activate it. Can the Heart of Azeroth be strengthened according to the same principle? Of course, it does not require blood, and it contains the source of life on this planet.

Nathanos re-operated his power, but this time he used no longer a necklace, but a force of time and space. He poured the essence of Mnozdo handed over to him into the necklace. Using the power of Titans, there may be unexpected gains.

The result made him overjoyed, and Azerite lingered around him in a turbo vortex. He reached out to touch, and the coldness slid across his body.

Powerful defense! Nathanos was very surprised. The power released by the power of time and space formed a body defense.

Azeroth's heart trembled and said a few words to Nathanos.

"Space of Time and Space? Good Name." The Withered Nod. This is just the effect triggered by the power essence of the Guardian of Time. What if other different essences are used? The power essence of other dragon legions. No, not just dragons, there are many tools to use in the world. Just collect them all...

The hurried footsteps interrupted Nathanos's thoughts, Azeroth's heart was withdrawn, and the barrier formed by energy disappeared.

He had commanded the two undead guards outside not to come in with anyone, but when he heard the footsteps, he realized that the people who violated the order were Sansa and Malcolm.

Before the two of them could fully enter the hall, the anger in his heart began to roar.

"grown ups."

"What's wrong?" His tone was undisguised and reproached, which made the undead guards realize their mistakes.

"Sorry, sir. But we felt something, so come in and see what happened." Malcolm explained.

Nathanos looked away from Malcolm's apologetic face and looked at the hand holding the Heart of Azeroth. The guard's words gradually complicated many things and turned his mood from the satisfaction just now to the dimness. He briefly closed his eyes. Is this power so obvious? So easily noticeable? He seemed to hear Azeroth's whisper echoing in his mind-

"cautious!"

He must be cautious, no party in this world wants to see a leader cursed by death possessing the powerful power of the past.

"Nothing happened here, retreat," he said, at least the rituals in the storm did not change his temper.

Malcolm and Sansa bowed and left quickly.

The Heart of Azeroth returned to his hands. He stared at it, wondering what this gift could bring to him? What could he create or destroy with it?

...

Outerland, Void Storm.

No matter how many years have passed, this dark purple land will no longer have any vitality. The overflowing arcane energy will always attract dangerous void creatures. Except for some research scholars and goblins who are in their own interests, no one will come to this place again. Even if the heavy responsibility of the Draenei garrison arrived here, he was unwilling to accept it.

Storm Fortress was a spaceship of Argus fugitives and Naru. After Kelthas was defeated, Shatas sent people to this place. In addition to the main Fortress, there are energy ships, ecological ships, and the Forbidden Demon Prison.

The astrologers and Aldo were not in harmony with each other, and both told Naru that his talents were the best choice to guard the Storm Fortress. However, Naru Adal did not adopt their suggestions and did not accept the idea of ​​sending them to the Storm Fortress at the same time, but instead sent Shatas' neutral army to the fortress spacecraft.

In this way, although the troops are not large, it is the best choice. Aldo and astrologers will not think that Adal favors each other, nor will their conflicts break out in another place. This is the best of both worlds, but it just seems that way.

After many years, the outside world was peaceful. Too long periods of peace made people living in this world forget what a sense of crisis is.

The Draenei garrison officer Laku of the Forbidden Demon Prison was lying on the bed and reading a picture album. She only had close clothes left on her body, and her delicate figure curve was exposed to the lights in the room. Her weapons and armor were placed on the purple counter. It was already evening. It was hard to tell whether the time was day or night in the Void Storm. Fortunately, the clocks on the wall reminded her whether it was time to fall asleep.

Maintaining the banned demon prison is a chore. It is not only because the mission is boring, but more importantly, the spacecraft is far less safe than other spacecraft. The prison is imprisoned with dangerous creatures captured. Laku must inspect the safety situation every day to ensure that those "inmates" can stay in the cage honestly.

"Garage Officer?"

The door of the room was knocked, and Raku glanced at it and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The prison is in good condition. Should we increase patrol efforts?"

The garrison put down the album and looked at the door. "Can you tell me what I want?"

"Recently there are rumors that many undead have come from the outside world..."

The soldiers outside the door said that Laku had already learned about the situation. This was a week ago. According to the report of the Delaney Ranger of Hellfire Peninsula, many undead creatures came from the other side of the Dark Gate. But they did not come together, but arrived in batches, and they did not see any action, just like... tourists.

"Is there any sign of them in the Void Storm?"

"No, garrison officer. Our scouts did not find the whereabouts of the dead."

Laku nodded, "Then there is no need to go through a lot of trouble. It is better to use it to strengthen supervision of dangerous creatures than to have extra patrol staff."

"Yes, the garrison officer."

The woman in the bed, Delaney sighed, put the album aside, and prepared to rest. Dreams can temporarily relieve her from the pressure.

Laku didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt that the bustling noise had woken her up. Her confused consciousness slowly realized that the sound was formed by metal collision, and the smell in the air also made her uncomfortable, and she felt disgusted.

This is the smell of blood!

Laku suddenly jumped out of the bed. Her body could not bear the violent movements, which made her eyes lose their minds. During the buffering process, her senses of the outside world became clearer.

All the anomalies add up to one conclusion: the prison was attacked.

Before she could pick up her weapon, the door of the room was rudely kicked open, and several figures with the aura of death walked in, the weapon in her hand was covered in blood.

The undead creature in the information! Laku was shocked and prepared to call for the holy light, but her resistance was destined to be futile. Her rest room was on the second floor of the Forbidden Demon Prison. Since the undead had come to her, it is very likely that other places had fallen.

She was taken to the place where she usually conducts command work, and someone has taken over it on her behalf. And that person turned out to be a goblin!

Laku opened his eyes wide, watching the goblin pointing in the control room, and speaking language she couldn't understand. Was he led the undead to attack the Forbidden Demon Prison? The anger burned in the heart of the garrison officer, and she shouted: "Who are you? What's your purpose?"

The goblin glanced at her, sighed impatiently, and then said a few words to the two undead who were carrying things.

"Answer my question." Raku did not have a prisoner who should have looked like, as if the goblin was the one who should be questioned.

The Dead Raiders removed some of the control room machinery and then connected one strange piece of equipment after another to the gap. What were they going to do? Laku did not take much time to figure out the problem.

After the Storm Fortress recaptured from Kelthas, Shatas organized technicians to repair several spacecraft, hoping to restart the spacecraft, but it was not successful because there was not enough energy to meet the spacecraft's power system.

The goblin came over, as if for his safety, and there was a suture monster following him. Laku heard that the living and the undead in the Azeroth world were incompatible, but now the situation was exactly the opposite. This suture monster... these undead were all following the lead of a small green-skinned horse.

"Okay, now I have time to solve your problem." Di Ling said in a less casual Salas language.

All the astrologers of Shatas are blood elves. This goblin is very smart. He knows that Raku can understand the elves' language.

"Who are you?"

Before the goblin could continue to ask questions, she spoke first.

"Gizlok, the chief engineer of the Forgotten." The goblin introduced himself, then pointed his thumb at the stitching monster behind him. "It's called 'Kum', my name."

Laku's mouth showed a sarcasm, and then he returned to his anger. She had never heard of the name "Forgotten" before, and was thinking in her mind whether it would be a cult organization related to the Burning Legion. "Why are you attacking us? What do you want to do?"

"You have so many problems." Gizlok rolled his eyes. At this time, a Forsaken soldier came over. Interestingly, the language spoken by the soldiers was also Saras, which seemed to be intentional.

"The chief engineer and the captives have been dealt with. They are all imprisoned in a vacant cell."

The goblin nodded with satisfaction: "Didn't alarm other spaceships?"

Laku suddenly woke up and felt confused. Why was the Demon-Forbidden Prison attacked and the Delaney troops on other spacecraft not coming to support? Are they all asleep?

"The barrier we set up blocks all the sounds here, and they can't hear anything."

There was only a bitter smile on the face of the garrison Delaney.

"Okay." Gitzlok rubbed his hands. "You are so lucky, Ms. Delaney, you can experience this trip for free."

"Travel? What kind of trip?" Laku felt fear.
Chapter completed!