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The sound of artillery fire had no idea how many times it interrupted Whiteman's prayer. She knelt before Terenas's throne and prayed to the Holy Light for help.

The people in the city were panicking, just like the experience of the Crusaders in New Avalon years ago, when the wave of the undead came, they were helpless.

The Grand Prosecutor seemed to have heard the word "spaceship". Someone was saying that the city gate was blown away by artillery fire from a spaceship. She hoped that was not true.

"Grand Prosecutor."

The palace gate was pushed open, and Whitemaine shook his whole body, and turned his head to see a woman covered in panting. She was covered in blood and looked like she had just experienced a terrible battle.

"The city defense guards must rest, and a new group of soldiers will be needed to replace them."

This suggestion is worth considering. The attacks of the undead are uninterrupted, but the physical strength of the crusaders is limited, but at present, there is no army around her that can be dispatched.

"Send the escorts of the palace to the palace for at least a while." Whiteman was desperate for his statement. What should they do after a while?

The masked female warrior seemed to have left. When did she leave Whitemann care about it, she just hoped that no one would disturb her next. But her expectations were shattered by a wind storm from her back.

The Grand Prosecutor smelled death, and she suddenly stood up and blocked the gem-inlaid staff in front of her, but there was nothing behind her. Just as she wanted to take a breath, someone on the throne spoke: "It's an honor to meet again, Grand Prosecutor."

Whiteman subconsciously launched an attack on the person who was talking behind her, and a holy light punished her to fly to the throne. She only saw the light fleeting, being caught by the man, and then crushed.

"Who are you?" said Whiteman, and looked at the stranger carefully. The other party was undoubtedly a dead soul, dressed very much like the Dark Ranger. She remembered that the Forgotten leader was a man holding a bone bow.

"Don't you remember me?" Nathanos said with some regret. "Do you remember the frog that you personally trampled to death in Nanhai Town?"

Whiteman didn't know what he was talking about, but she roughly guessed the identity of this person. If the Forgotten wanted to seize Lordaeron, then the throne that belonged to the highest power symbol was naturally only their leaders could enjoy, and the undead in front of him was sitting on the throne.

Realizing that Whitemaine was about to guess who he was, the Withered said directly: "Yes, I'm Nathanos."

"How did you come in?"

A trace of tragic mockery appeared on the corner of Nathanos's mouth. "Child, when you were still playing hero games in Nanhai Town, I knew this kingdom very well." He leaned on the back of the throne in a casual manner. "I was also surprised that the sewer that Orgrim walked when he escaped had not been blocked yet. So I came in."

Whiteman didn't know what sewer was, and no one mentioned how Orgrim escaped.

"Guard!" she shouted, remembering that she had sent all the guards to the city gate just now.

She was like a helpless pet, unable to find any protection. Nathanos began to look at her carefully. The prosecutor's lips seemed to be drinking blood, and there were red facial patterns on his eyes. This makeup not only failed to make her beautiful, but instead made her face paler, giving people a sense of uneasy oppression. The Withered One didn't understand why she had made herself like this, but he found that there was a dangerous light in Whitemaine's eyes, staring at him.

The woman in front of him was thinking, and he could guess what he thought. Lordaeron was about to break the city, and the Crusaders could no longer find room for maneuver. The most useful way now is to kill the leader of the Forgotten One. After all, the experience of fighting against the Scourge shows that as long as the leader of the undead army is eliminated, the wave of undead will automatically retreat.

Nathanos admired her courage and decided to encourage her. He took away the hand that was placed on one end of the bone arch and leaned Salamani against the armrest on the other side of the throne. In this way, he had nothing to defend himself. The staff in Whitemeen had a certain degree of sharpness at one end, and if it was properly used, it could become a weapon for killing.

The Grand Prosecutor jumped up, grabbed a dagger drawn from his back, and poked Nathanos' heart. For the sake of this life, she even threw away her staff. The Withered One was shocked.

She almost succeeded. At only three steps away from Nathanos, the sudden burst of pain forced her to stop. Her right leg seemed to be stabbed into a fiery steel needle, and then her left leg felt the same. The arrows flying from the darkness destroyed everything, and even the dagger was removed from her hand and fell on the cold ground.

Whitemaine knelt on the ground and saw the arrows protruding from his legs, and the blood on them fell drop by drop. At this time, an archer walked out from several indoor balconies hanging high above the walls of the Throne Hall. They had been ambushing for a long time. It was originally a place that the king provided to the nobles and messengers during the meeting.

"You know why the Minaishire family built the Throne Hall like this?" Nathanos asked, but he believed Whiteman had understood. It only takes a few archers to occupy those favorable positions to easily snipe any corner of the hall. "You have never considered the tactical value contained therein. You will only silently pray for the useless Holy Light. This is the second mistake you made, child. There are so many distinct examples. For example, Ryan and Terenas, when they were assassinated, there was no guard around them. And you dared to follow their footsteps and send all the guards to the city gate."

This is impossible! How did he know? Whiteman thought in horror. She only said this order to the masked female crusader.

"Those people are dead, master."

Whitemaine could hardly believe her ears, her head was driven by fear, and slowly turned to the person who said this, the woman just now.

"It's enough, Lilian, take off your disguise and let the Grand Attorney see what you look like."

"This is a surprise." Lilian showed her undead appearance and smiled slightly at the priest who was kneeling. Although she was still wearing a crusader robe, Whitemaine knew she had been deceived.

"The Holy Light will never allow it..."
Chapter completed!