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Rebel strongholds can be seen everywhere in the Northern Barrens. In the past few weeks, the people wandering this desert should be the Kor'kron Wolf Cavalry, but now there are no red banners.

The forward outpost by the Raging River belongs to the Horde and was provided to the Forgotten as a temporary stronghold.

"Siege Master? It's our first time meeting you. Nice to meet you." Belmont laughed and looked at the goblin in front of him and his followers.

Heisuo held a cigar in his mouth and smiled bitterly. He admitted that he looked a little embarrassed - his white hair was dyed with a layer of gray, and his dark skin could not hide the fact that his face was stained with dirt.

"It's not easy to sneak out of Orgrimmar quietly," Blackso said. "Thanks to the lax defenses of the Kaldorei outside the northern city gate, we were given the chance. Even so, I still had to make a long detour.

Only then can we avoid the battlefield.”

"The master will praise you." Belmont said. His eyes wandered to several prison vehicles covered by black cloth behind Black Suo. The thugs and bodyguards were escorting the vehicles.

"Tell me, you have completed the master's mission, right?"

Hesou didn't like to be questioned, and Belmont's strange voice seemed to be mocking him. "Of course, there are not many. Here is the list the master gave me, do you want to count it?" He filled the list with names.

The paper shook.

"If I do this, I will be questioning the ability of the Wither Sword, which is also equivalent to questioning the master." Belmont shook his head. He was not stupid. He knew that among the Forgotten, the Wither valued the most is his.

Several unique followers.

"Speaking of which, where is the master?" Heisuo looked around. He saw that nearly half of the Forsaken's combat power was gathered here. With such a large number of troops, there is no way the Withered One would not be here.

"Of course Master has his own things to do." The leader of the Dark Blade waved his hand and asked his people to take over the prison cars. When he saw Nazgrin through a small gap, he couldn't help but smile. "The tribe's

Generals are valuable, siege masters."

"Because of him, more than 20 of my subordinates died, even if we were together." Heisuo spat on the ground, mentally calculating how much insurance money he would give to the families of those employees.

"The vaults of the Forsaken will reimburse you for the number in your mind."

Heisuo was shocked when he saw Belmont showing the same expression. Normally when he heard the news, he would immediately hold a party with his men to celebrate, but now he was not in such a mood.

When Nathanos appeared in front of him like a whirlwind, Heso felt that he could not stand.

"Long time no see, Blackso." Nathanos spoke again, bringing the goblin back to his senses.

"Ah, yes! It's been so long, Master. I almost don't recognize you. You've changed so much." Heisuo grinned awkwardly while observing the Witherer carefully. Although your appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes,

But Hesso is sure that this is Nathanos. Because some things will not change, such as his generosity.

"If you want to discuss me, you can talk about it slowly after the war is over. Now tell me, how is the situation in Orgrimmar? I should...not miss anything."

"The rebels have entered the city gate, master. My people have been monitoring the situation. The latest news is that Garrosh's guard is only a group of mantids."

Nathanos looked a little confused. He opened his mouth to reply, but at this moment he heard another voice: "That's the Champion of Klaxxi."

Several members of the Forsaken turned around and saw the leader of the Shado-Pan, Taran Zhu. Nathanos didn't know why he was here, but when their eyes met, Taran Zhu didn't show any surprise.

.

Both of them were so calm about each other's changes. Nathanos's changes were visible to the naked eye, and Zhu Taran had several layers of bandages wrapped around his body. I heard that he was fighting Garrosh in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms.

Injured.

"Sorry, I've heard of the Klaxxi in the Dread Wastes, but what about the Paragons? Can you explain a little more?" the Blightcaller asked.

Perhaps out of confirmation, Taran Zhu looked at Nathanos. "The Yingjies are ancient mantid heroes. They were originally sealed in amber, but were later awakened out of war needs."

The Blight One's expression immediately became serious. "After all, the Mantid are also servants of the Old God. Obviously, these heroes have not forgotten who their master is. When Garrosh got the heart of the Old God, they did not hesitate.

The earth chose the side of the great chief."

The panda wearing a bamboo hat nodded.

"Do you think the Alliance and Horde can defeat them?"

Zhu Talan gave his guess without hesitation, "Even if they can, they will suffer heavy losses. Their chances of winning against Hellscream later are even slimmer."

"We thought of going together, Master. So I am going to Orgrimmar, are you going to come with me?"

"I'm just waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Nathanos opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Belmont. The latter shook his head to show that he didn't know. "Why do you have to wait for me?"

"We need to talk alone."

Nathanos raised his hand to his men, telling them to retreat.

"You can talk now."

Taran Zhu stroked the beard on his chin and said, "I have a question for you, Blighter. What do you think will happen to Garrosh after he is defeated? In other words, what will happen to the Alliance and the Horde?

he?"

"Either die in battle or be sentenced to death. It's not worth thinking about." Nathanos replied. After a second thought, he suddenly saw something from the panda's raised eyebrows. "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

Agree.”

"As you said, both sides of the Alliance and Horde want Garrosh's life, although I don't mind it myself," Zhu Taran put her hand somewhere on the bandage on his chest, and it seemed to be aching. "

But this is not the outcome Pandaria wants, and the gods do not agree with the execution of Garrosh. More importantly, his death is not enough to make up for the mistakes he made."

No wonder the Shado-Pan did not participate in the battle in Orgrimmar. Nathanos understood now. It turned out that there were people on the attacking side who did not want Garrosh to die.

"I'm not interested in how to deal with Hellscream, Master Zhu. But I already understand what you mean. You want the Forsaken to help you gain the power to decide the fate of that orc, right?"

"I am here on behalf of Pandaria not only to seek justice for the pandaren, but also to resolve disputes. Of course, I also understand that once the Forsaken intervene, it will inevitably arouse suspicion of you from the Alliance and the Horde. But I hope you can consider it.

Think about it. This is a just cause." Zhu Taran's tone was lower, because he felt that Nathanos would most likely reject him.

The Withered One lowered his head slightly and thought for a while, his eyes moving back and forth as if weighing the pros and cons.

After a while, he replied: "As the leader of the Forgotten, every decision I make must consider the interests of the Forgotten."

Zhu Taran nodded. This matter was of no benefit to the Forsaken, and would even be hostile to many people, so Nathanos's rejection was very reasonable.

"Then, maybe I should talk to the king of the alliance." The leader of the Shado-Pan sighed.

"No need."

These three words made Zhu Talan stunned.

Nathanos laughed and said: "I think the advantages of this matter far outweigh the disadvantages."

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The battle ended within a few rounds. In the inner temple, Garrosh sat high on the chief's throne and thought about it.

The Heart of Y'Shaarj actually strengthened him to such an extent? Garrosh stared at the battle ax Saratog in his hand. This was his new weapon - forged from the energy of Sha according to his wishes. However, let him

What was still frightening was that Sarato looked a bit like Gorehowl, and was simply the shadow of Gorehowl. The shadow of blasphemy, he had blasphemed the purest form of Gorehowl! He felt ashamed of this. But when he looked up, he saw the man who had been knocked to the ground by him.

Sal, shame quickly turned to elation.

The former chief of the tribe slumped to the ground, his face full of sadness, looking like a complete loser. Garrosh remembered his first fight with Thrall, which was a duel between him and Thrall in the arena.

He was supposed to win that battle, but the natural disaster happened to invade Orgrimmar, causing their battle to be interrupted midway.

The irony is that after so many years, the ending has not changed. Thrall is his defeat after all. At this moment, Garrosh has no interest in him and has not killed him. He wants Thrall to survive and then

Forgotten and despised.

'This shaman is useless, he is just a sideshow before the real battle begins.'

Hellscream, who was sitting on the chief's throne, heard the Heart of Y'Shaarj whispering to him. The heart was being hung by him on four strong chains above the center of the inner temple. If you listen carefully, you can still feel the heart whispering to him.

beat.

Continuing to look up, he saw the hanging heart, feeling as if it was inside his own body. The dark energy of Sha kept overflowing from the heart, like raging anger, longing to be released. So dark!

'The Pandaren buried this thing instead of using it.'

Garrosh spat on the ground disdainfully.

'They have no idea how powerful this force is, nor do they know what kind of failure they are about to face. I saw it...it made me see...'

'Your enemy is here.'

Warnings of danger flooded his mind, but Garrosh felt no danger.

A large number of footsteps were approaching... Proving that the Klaxxi Champions had also been defeated. Vol'jin's men were not all useless.

The door to the inner temple was opened. The first person who appeared in front of Garrosh turned out to be a female elf, followed by a group of Alliance warriors. Then came the rebels of Baine and Vol'jin, of course, the two of them were among them.

.

On the one hand, Garrosh was angry that his men failed to deal with these people, but on the other hand, he thought that he had an opportunity to kill these incompetent people himself.

This group of people did not notice him immediately because their attention was attracted by the Heart of Y'Shaarj.

"Vol'jin!" Thrall called. Only then did the Troll Chief notice him lying on one side.

"Thall?" Vol'jin and Baine leaned close to the shaman at the same time, talking to each other in low voices. During this process, Garrosh kept staring at them with vicious eyes.

"Garrosh!" Baine glared at the chief sitting on the throne, his voice like an avalanche on an iceberg, "Fighters of the Horde, attack."

"Don't come near!"

Vol'jin's reminder came too late. As soon as the charging Horde soldiers reached the center of the temple, the walls on both sides of the temple were suddenly broken open. Two steel hearts rolled over from left to right. Bain's consciousness
To be continued...