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Cilitus is such a hostile place. Nathanos glanced around, then squinted his eyes and glanced at the dazzling sun, thinking that no one in the world should hate this place.

He was the only one who followed him and the two undead dogs were cold in the hot desert.

From time to time, bugs emerge from the land, but due to the dark energy around him, mosquitoes dare not approach.

Nathanos would stop every few hundred meters, and then use his eyes, ears and nose to be wary of abnormal situations. He did not want to be discovered. Although Cilitus was rarely seen, there were still some teams of merchants who were not afraid of death.

He had been deep into the desert for two days and did not stop at night. Every time the moonlight was in the sky, the wind would hang up yellow sand, obscuring his sight. But Nathanos believed he was not lost, and he was getting closer to his destination.

No one was around, and the withered man crouched down and placed his hands on the hot sand. Through his connection with the Heart of Azeroth, he could confirm his position.

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southward!

With instructions, he smiled slightly and continued to move forward.

Walking to a place not far from the Bone of Gracalon, he suddenly stiffened his body, his red eyes slowly narrowed, and he stared at the Heart of Azeroth that appeared from his palm.

The necklace was trembling slightly, shining with a faint golden light.

Nathanos's mouth was raised upwards, he had arrived, and the answer was at his feet. The problem was that it was too slow to dig the sand with his pet dog alone.

The wither put away his necklace and looked around, searching for visible living things, preferably larger bugs, or the remaining Twilight Hammer from Cilitus.

He walked towards the Twilight Camp, and he remembered that there was such a place on the map of Silitus. Those enthusiastic Cthunites were still there, if...

In the abandoned camp, a six-man team composed of three humans, two orcs and one goblins were resting, setting a fire and roasting a jackal, which looked delicious. But the withered people didn't think they still have their lives to enjoy.

Nathanos' arrow flew out. The arrow with striped tail feathers penetrated the goblin's throat.

The members of the Twilight Hammer were instantly panicked. When they discovered Nathanos, a second arrow flew over and roared into the heart of an orc.

Two undead dogs rushed over.

Nathanos jumped up and turned over to shoot arrows at the same time. A human who wanted to cast a spell stopped forever.

Such a battle made him feel that he could do everything. Azerrit's power strengthened his skills and reaction ability, and he could predict any movement of the Twilight members. He could make the most correct judgments about whom he should attack, where to attack, how to attack, and his consciousness and body.

At the end of the battle, the people he shot to death had more surprise than horror on their faces. Nathanos nodded with satisfaction. Very well, at least their death was not so painful.

The undead dogs are fighting for the roasted jackal. Their owners have begun to resurrect the corpse on the ground.

The Twilight Cultists stood up again, and although they were still wearing black cult robes, they no longer believed in ancient gods.

Not long after, Nathanos returned to the place where the Heart of Azeroth came into play and ordered the servants to dig.

The process takes some time. The wither must wait patiently. Two hours later, the goblin servant's claws touched something hard, and his mouth made a vague sound, telling Nathanos that he found it.

The wither jumped out of the large pit that was dug out and used his hand to open the last layer of sand on the surface of the thing he was looking for. He saw the exquisite edges and corners of blue and silver.

Finally, the Titan device buried under the yellow sand regained its light.

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Some people say that the combat mecha of the siege master Hei Suo was transformed with a logging machine. For this group of people, Hei Suo could only scold them as hopeless idiots. The MK2-4000 combat mecha is not just a cutting saw.

At this time, Heso was staying in the underground fortress of Orgrimmar, debugging the machine.

Garrosh's underground fortress is divided into several areas. The area of ​​the Black Rope is more like an armory. In addition to weapons, it is filled with parts for various weapons, and everything is available.

"Spider-type mines seem to be easily disturbed by electromagnets." Hei Suo muttered, thinking about how to solve the problem. A sound of footsteps attracted his attention.

The siege master listened to his assistant's report with a gloomy face. When a name was poured into his ears, he had to stop working.

"General."

Not long after, Nazgolin came to him. The orc looked calm, unlike most of his kind. Hesso always felt that he was even more difficult to deal with than Garrosh.

"The city defense still needs some assistance." Nazgolin did not understand the art of beating around the bush, which in Hesuo's eyes was one of his weaknesses.

"I have handed you my most outstanding work." Hesor believed that Nazgolin knew what he meant without explaining it.

"That war scorpion is indeed good, but I don't think it can last too long." The orc said in a heavy voice.

Hei Suo just looked at him quietly.

"At least a few more steel stars..."

"That's the chief's weapon." The siege master shirked out. Thinking that Nazgorin might go to Hellscream for advice, Hesso quickly added: "And the Heart of Steel is only suitable for open ground type, and the city gates of Orgrimmar are not supported."

This statement seems to be unpleasant to the strategy-savvy Nazgorin. "I don't think so. If the rebels rashly break through the city gate, the Steel Star will make them suffer."

Hei Suo's expression did not change at all, but he had to admit that the orcs were right. As the inventor of the Iron Star, no one knew the power of that thing better than him.

"I remember you promised in front of the chief that no one could break through Orgrimmar's gate."

Nazgolin was irritated at this moment, and he took a step forward, as if he wanted to lift the dark-skinned goblin. His muscular arms could do this easily.

"Don't play tricks, Heiro. I am the commander of all Orgrimmar's troops. The city gates need to strengthen defenses now, so you must obey my orders."

Heso looked fearless and said that it was Nazgolin, who made the latter feel that he was the bravest goblin he had ever seen.

"Okay, as you wish, General."

Nazgorin nodded with satisfaction and left with great strides.

The siege master frowned and began to regret that he had provided the chief with those terrible weapons in order to gain a foothold by Garrosh faster. However, he was also trying to fulfill the orders of his real master.
Chapter completed!