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"Don't think you've won." Garrosh laughed loudly. He looked down at Nathanos and those terrifying eyes. "Look at those big eyes, you blind man."

Nathanos exclaimed, feeling that his heart and brain had suffered a shock - the most severe shock so far, even beyond the Lich King's control over him in the past - he could not move or think, because of this

, he cannot use the Heart of Azeroth to protect himself.

His throat and eyes stung as if he had inhaled thick smoke. Before the world in front of him turned dark, he only saw a purple chain flying from Garrosh's arm and wrapped around him, and heard Sylvana

Si shouted out his name in shock.

Everything around him was burning, and there was a void beneath his feet. When Nathanos came to his senses, he found himself at the port of Stormwind City.

Garrosh was just a dozen feet away, shouting: "Witness my great moment of glory!" He laughed heartlessly.

Nathanos also saw what he called the "great moment". Many wooden stakes were embedded in the stone walls of the port platform and the stairs on both sides. The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were impaled on them and had lost their lives.

signs. Alleria and Sylvanas were among them. They must have resisted desperately before they fell, and their bodies were covered with scars.

If Garrosh is not stopped, all of this will come true.

He must be stopped...

"I saw it." Nathanos slowly stood up and clenched the only sword in his hand. The orc stopped the wild sound in his throat.

"You have gone completely crazy." The Blighter looked directly at Garrosh, but what he saw in his eyes was not the chief, but another even more ferocious face - Y'Shaarj.

Nathanos observed for a while, tried to clench his fist, and found that this space would not have any impact on him. The doomsday scene it created was just to make those who stepped into the space feel fear and despair.

"Your plan has failed." Nathanos mocked, and as he smiled, the black gauntlets burst into blue sparks. The dark purple void beneath his feet was melting like snow.

This situation seemed to surprise Garrosh and the eyes on him. The face that the orcs could still distinguish had a slightly open mouth. Those eyes kept shaking, looking frightened, as if being targeted by a hunter.

of prey.

'He's dangerous, kill him.'

The hulking body came like a siege machine, and every step made the non-existent ground tremble. The blasphemous shadow of Xalato Gorehowl slammed into Nathanos. The ax

The swing left purple scratches in the air. But Garrosh could only feel the sensation of cutting into the air. His strength had indeed increased several times, but he was far from as flexible as Nathanos.

The pain suddenly broke out, and his whole body convulsed. One eye was pierced by Nathanos' sword. Before Garrosh could react from the pain, he was hit in the abdomen by another powerful fist. He fell.

It went down, and something entered Nathanos' body along his fist, starting to offset the evil energy bit by bit.

"No, it's impossible!" His panic and roar intensified his negative emotions, and the evil attached to him became stronger, swallowing up the mysterious power in Nathanos's hand.

The Blighter seizes the opportunity to pierce the second eye.

The endless pain gave Garrosh a splitting headache. The most important thing was that what flowed out of the holed eyes was not blood and tissue fluid, but Sha energy, which was the source of his power. He could not restrain his power.

Even though he was losing strength, he couldn't defeat Nathanos while his power was still there. He felt like he was going to fail.

"No, is this my fate? This can't be true? Y'Shaarj, give me all your power."

When Garrosh shouted these words, the power of the ancient gods had eroded him to the extreme. The last remaining brown part of the orc's face was also covered with dark purple. He threw away the weapon in his hand, and then like

Catching Nathanos's next move, he easily grabbed the undead with his free hand, then raised it high and slammed it to the ground.

The pain was more intense than his whole body falling apart. Nathanos coughed up blood. The Heart of Azeroth was constantly treating him, helping him relieve some of the pain, and the sword in his hand was still there.

He struggled to break free. His fists and swords kept attacking the arms of the monster in front of him. He believed that Garrosh had shown his final trump card. As long as he defeated him one more time, he would be able to...

"I'm tired of you, reptile." These words came out of Garrosh's mouth, but it was no longer his own voice. The voice came from the abyss.

Nathanos looked at Garrosh. All the remaining eyes on the orc's body were staring at him. There seemed to be something in those eyes, making him suddenly feel dizzy. Under such gaze, Nathanos

Si's hand holding the weapon was shaking. The sword was unbelievably heavy in his hand——

This was not part of the plan. On the way here, he had thought that the battle with Garrosh might be painful, but the reality was far beyond his expectations. He tried to call on the power of the Heart of Azeroth. The necklace did not

In response to him, Azerite did not continue to maintain his energy. On the contrary, he felt that his strength was disappearing.

There are only two possibilities: either he is no longer in the original material plane, or his connection with Azeroth has been severed.

Nathanos shook his head. His vision began to blur. There was a "clang" sound, and his mind cleared for a second, making him realize that the sword had left his hand. He clenched his fists and unclenched them tremblingly. His eyes

...I also feel very weak...

"Take a good look at the real you."

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Only black remains in the world, and everything turns into nothingness. This is worse than the end of the world. The past, present, and future are all filled with darkness.

Nathanos looked at his left and right hands one after another. His body had a light gray sheen. He could still distinguish himself and knew that he looked lifeless.

He didn't feel anything when he passed his thumb across his palm. Even if he tried to take a few steps, he couldn't feel the safety of landing. In the dark world, only his eyes were burning with a dazzling red color.

Suddenly, the darkness in the vision ahead began to collapse, and a scene under dark clouds appeared. The memories of the past were concretely presented before his eyes.

"You are the one who thinks you are right. Why are you always so stubborn?"

Uther's voice sounds strong and powerful. When did that happen?

"You are no longer my mentor."

What is this? It looks like another little trick. Y'Shaarj wanted to torture him in this way. The ancient gods must have thought that he would never be able to get rid of the impact of past sufferings on him, and wanted him to sink deeper and deeper into his memories. Na

Thanos must admit that he has been lost in the past many times. But since acquiring Azeroth, he firmly believes that he will not make the same mistake again.

This determination was soon shaken by another thought.

Where is the Heart of Azeroth now? He can no longer hear the voice of Azeroth, nor can he feel the power.

No! He believes that his changes are not entirely due to the power of this world. Some beliefs will not change even if they are not recognized by Azeroth.

The important thing is how to respond with practical actions to those who think this weakness is still his weakness. Only in this way can we break through this dark world.

He must face these memories. He knows that the past conflicts between himself and Uther are just moss sores, and the memories that make him despair are still behind.

He ran towards the picture.

"You always think that everything is as expected." The image of Uther appeared in front of him, and the paladin's body was covered in blood red. His words were full of accusations against Nathanos.

"All expectations are for a better outcome, mentor. It doesn't come true every time, but I always try my best to realize it. Even...even if it costs me my life. You may say that I am overestimating my capabilities.

, but isn’t this the case for all mortals? Precisely because we are weak, the courage we show when facing powerful enemies is even more valuable.”

He passed through Uther. The Paladin turned to powder.

In the past, he and Uther both fell under Arthas's sword. The prince's originally bright future was distorted by darkness, which was an eternal regret in his heart.

"You should have been on the same side as me, Nathanos. How could you abandon me?" Arthas appeared in the form of a crying child. Nathanos remembered that it was their first meeting.

.

The prince's voice was mixed with sobs, like a child who had made a mistake trying to find an excuse to escape punishment.

He has been punished, Nathanos thought. Now he should know that he is forgiven.

"I never abandoned you, Arthas." Nathanos said. At this moment, he wished he was Nathanos Marris instead of the Blight One. "I think about chasing to Northrend all the time.

Prevent you from pulling out Frostmourne. Even if I can't change the ending, I won't regret doing nothing."

He knelt down and touched the child's face. "Don't be afraid that the living people will condemn you endlessly. It is impossible for a person to be recognized by everyone, not even the king. There will definitely be someone standing behind you to support you.

Of, Uther, Muradin, your relatives, and me."

"I don't know what they think, but I no longer hate you, and I ask you to forgive me for my negligence." Nathanos stood up, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile: "Hello, I am Nathanos.

Thanos Maris."

He saw that the boy also smiled, and his small and big hands met for a moment. Nathanos no longer felt a cold fate.

The road ahead was still blurry, and he didn't know how long it would take. With the disappearance of Uther and Arthas, his senses recovered somewhat, but what he didn't expect was that his first feeling was that of an arrow entering

Bone marrow pain.

Nathanos did not fall because he was caught off guard. He raised his head...

"Why can't you die in peace? Your existence will only bring me pain." Alleria's sharp voice could no longer hear the tenderness of the past.

In the past, Nathanos had been afraid to look directly into that look. Pain, hatred, and hesitation, all three appeared in Alleria's eyes as she looked at him.

"Your misunderstanding of me stems from your hatred of the Scourge, Alleria." Nathanos walked towards the female elf, feeling a sharp pain every time he took a step forward. He gritted his teeth and persisted.

"You have always believed that I have been cursed and controlled like them, and can no longer remember everything I once cherished. But I have never forgotten it for a moment."

"I have always understood that when you attacked me at Maris Farm, you just wanted to relieve me from the pain. You still... care about me." He was only one step away from the female elf, and his hands couldn't wait to wrap up the past.

"But death is never the end of a person's life. If I die with peace of mind, it is equivalent to succumbing to fate. I cannot die so selfishly. I am also a leader, and my people need me."

"

He felt that Alleria was disappearing, and the painful memories that frightened him were also disintegrating.

This feeling... was so amazing. Only when he let it go completely did Nathanos truly realize how heavy the burden of the last bit of confusion about Alleria remaining in his heart was. Now he felt relaxed

, both body and mind are purified.

He had imagined countless times what kind of expression Alleria would have on her face when she saw that he was still alive and witnessed him leading the Forsaken to shock the world. She would regret, be afraid, be at a loss, and even

You may ask for his forgiveness.
To be continued...