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The war is coming to an end. Nathanos understands, and the Blood Crusaders understand, because their resistance becomes increasingly desperate.

The Withered Man leaned against the largest table in the map room and carefully studied Lordaeron's map. His subordinates had marked the latest movements of the Crusaders and the locations of many forces in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom on the map.

The walls of Ultratown were solid, and the defense line that blocked the retreat of the Crusaders had not loosened, and the defenders of Finnes were not willing to fall behind. From the map, the last spark of resistance of the Crusaders in the northern Heights of Steinbred was shaking.

Most importantly, the troops stationed at various strongholds in the Silver Song Forest have gathered and started to attack Lordaeron north.

The Forgotten had taken this kingdom. Nathanos did not express his thoughts to anyone. He would not believe in the arrival of victory until the dust settled.

For example, the Crusaders were still fighting to the death.

The wither can hear countless noises of war from afar. Whether it is the cheers of the victor or the wailing of the dead, it sounds the same between a distance. He chooses to ignore it. He just needs to wait for the result.

One hand squeezed his shoulder. Only Sasarien dared to do this to him in the whole of Ultraman. "It's almost over," said the Death Knight.

The fighting was getting weaker, and Nathanos nodded.

They came to Steinbred and inspected the battlefield in person. The sun was still low. After several days of fighting, the snow had been dyed red. The smell of blood filled the entire highland canyon. The bodies were piled up like mountains. It was already very quiet, and only the wind was still echoing in the battlefield.

"It is surrounded by mountains on both sides, with a narrow terrain, and it is not suitable for large-scale combat at all. The Crusaders' numerical advantage has become their disadvantage," said Sasarien, looking at Nathanos. "You have a very good method, and it seems that you are good at fighting battles that win less."

Nathanos blinked and raised his hand. A black mist emerged between his fingers. Sasarien saw a horn in his hand.

The elegy to summon the dead sounded from the horn, and four shadows stretching out their wings slowly fell.

Sasarien subconsciously placed his hand on his weapon, and his death war horse felt uneasy and restless at dusk.

There are rumors that Nathanos incorporated Wagri, the Lich King, and that's true.

The Withering One said to the four blindfolded ghosts: "Not everyone is qualified to be calm in death, especially those who have committed crimes. The Crusader is one of them, and they are cursed, Wagri. Those who obey exist, and those who disobey are destroyed."

Wagri, led by Kira, nodded and began to execute his orders. One corpse after another lying on the ground was awakened, some of them roaring, and some of them cried desperately...

What do they think when they know they have become an existence that they have been fighting for their whole lives? That doesn't matter, what matters is whether they can adapt to their new life. The withering will give them time to think, after all, death will calm all the fanaticism.

"Even my mounts think it's too cruel to do this," Sasarian said, with suspicion in his tone. He had no good impression of the Crusaders, so he did not stop him when he saw Vagri resurrecting the group. But when he thought of the nature of this behavior, the Death Knight was still a little resistant.

Nathanos looked back at him, "This is my war."

So you have the power to decide what to do. Sasarien swallowed this sentence back to his stomach and was ready to report it as information to the Grand Lord Moglani.

Nathanos carried a bone bow on his back and went deep into the battlefield. The situation showed that he had won, but it was not over yet. No information on the battle situation of Finnes Island had been received, which means that there was still fighting there. At this moment, he was about to see what was going on.

Near the shore of the lake, he saw a human being alone facing the attacks of several Forsaken people. His great sword and himself shuttled through the crowd like a wind of death, repelling the undead around him.

"Who is that person?" Nathanos asked, knowing that Sasarien was following him.

The Death Knight waited for a while and replied: "Crusader, Durand."

The generals beside Whiteman? His death will accelerate the demise of the Crusaders. Nathanos took down the bow on his back, slapped the arrow, and flew out. The arrow penetrated the back of the crusad officer. The man had been fighting bloody and persisted for a long time, but Nathanos' attack crushed him.

Now, the battle in Altlank is completely over.

Nathanos raised his war bow and walked towards the Forsaken Army to meet their cheers. He hoped that the cheers would float across the lake and reach the royal city of Lordaeron.

Soon, his vision will come true.

"The main force of the Crusaders has been wiped out. Their end has arrived. The Holy Light cannot save them. Go towards Lordaeron, and the soldiers, take back the land."

The Forsaken soldiers flocked to the boat that was docked behind them and sailed to the other side of Finnes. After landing, they would attack without rest or any supplies, and just a desire for victory was enough.

"I know you."

A voice pulled Nathanos's attention back from his soldiers. The crusade commander was not dead, the one he knocked down a few minutes ago.

Durand coughed, and it seemed that he was about to die soon, and at this moment he was just struggling to spit out his last words. "Why? Why did you do this? You have also defended this kingdom."

"Yes, and more than once or twice. So many people remember me, the people of Lordaeron." Nathanos bent his knees and half-kneeled before him, whispering in his ear: "So I... took them home."

The birthplace of the Forgotten is in the land of Lordaeron. Most of the members of the Forgotten are innocent civilians who died when Lordaeron was destroyed. After so much suffering, they finally returned here.

"You won't succeed, Nathanos, the high walls of Lordaeron are indestructible." Durand raised his head and faced the Withered, trying to spit on him with all his last strength. But the Lord of Forgotten grabbed his throat first.

"I really can't bear to destroy your inner hope." Nathanos's voice was as light as a feather. "It's better to embrace hope and die than to die with despair, but you have to witness it with your own eyes."

A discordant voice is tearing through the tranquility around him and trembles the land beneath his feet.

Durand's eyes were spinning, trying to find out where the sound came from.

"What's wrong?" Sasarien raised her head back, swept her eyes to the sky covered by gunpowder, and then opened her eyes wide.

Nathanos turned the dying crusador's head toward the Death Knight, making sure he could see the truth before he died.
Chapter completed!