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Garrosh failed completely. He collapsed on the ground, breathing unevenly, and didn't even have the strength to get up.

Nathanos stepped down from the chief's throne step by step, and the first person to greet him was not Sylvanas, but Taran Zhu.

The pandaren was obviously a little surprised by his change. "Your body seems to be full of negative emotions, but there is no smell of evil spirits. Where is Y'Shaarj?"

"You have a keen sense of smell, Master. I was just a little short of being completely defeated." The leader of the Forgotten said in a playful tone, "That ancient god is no longer here."

The pandaren's eyes moved to Nathanos's demonized left hand, thinking about what kind of power it was? How would the Blighter use it?

"Tell me, Nathanos. Can you still tell friend from foe?"

"Ha!" Nathanos smiled. He felt that Zhu Taran's worries were a bit unnecessary, but he could understand. His current appearance would make people somewhat uneasy.

The Blight One's eyes caught Thrall, and the orc came to Garrosh, seemed to say something, and then raised the Doomhammer.

'No, this is my trophy.'

Nathanos strode forward and used his newly acquired war blade to block Thrall's fatal blow to Garrosh before the Doomhammer fell. The orc shaman looked at him with strange and slightly angry eyes.

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"If you are guilty, you cannot escape. Don't forget who helped him become the chieftain." Nathanos saw the pain and regret in Thrall's eyes. The power exerted on the Doomhammer also disappeared.

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At this time, more footsteps were approaching. The remaining leaders of the Alliance and Horde had arrived.

Nathanos only noticed Varian and Alleria. The former only looked at him, the surprise on his face flashed, and then he focused all his attention on Garrosh. And Alleria

Leah's expression changed much more. When she saw him, her whole body trembled.

It's just the right time. Nathanos thought to himself, turning back and exchanging glances with Zhu Taran. The leaders of the blue and red camps gathered together to discuss. Next, they will definitely argue over who should deal with Hellscream.

Thanos had no intention of intervening in their quarrel. He looked at Sylvanas. The female elf had also been looking at him.

He took back the war blade, then picked up the fallen sword from the ground, merged it into Salamani and put it into the sheath on his waist, and walked towards the female elf. He first observed her injuries. Azerite's treatment was very thorough.

, no traces of wounds could be seen on Sylvanas’ skin.

"Follow me." He said, holding her hand without hesitation.

Sylvanas seemed startled, but she didn't mean to be unhappy at all. When Nathanos pulled her away from the Alliance and Horde people, she also looked at her sister... and couldn't find a word at all.

To describe Alleria's complex expression at this moment.

"Why are you?" Sylvanas asked subconsciously. A blush appeared on her cheeks, but they had just experienced a terrible battle.

"What are you worried about?" Nathanos took her hand and walked to a corner of the temple.

I'm worried about a lot of things. Sylvanas wanted to say this. But she had too many questions: What power did Nathanos use to treat himself just now? Are the changes in him good or bad?

?And why does he make breathing movements?

Sylvanas knew that there must be a lot of reasons to explain any of these questions. And she didn't care much about the answer to the question right now. She was more concerned about Nathanos' initiative at the moment.

"Alleria is still watching." Sylvanas turned her head to the side. She felt that it was not just Alleria, but also Jaina, or some other people. Only her sister's gaze made her feel like

It felt like a thorn in her back. But she had to admit that she felt extremely satisfied in her heart because of the existence of this moment.

Nathanos also glanced at Alleria, and then laughed out loud: "Then I'll go find her now, okay?"

The hand she was holding suddenly held his back as if she was being stimulated. Sylvanas's eyes tightened, and she changed the subject: "Why have you changed like this?" She looked down at the man's left side.

arm.

"Everyone is changing, but my change may be a little bigger. Fortunately, you are still willing to let me get close."

"You came here by yourself," Sylvanas said quickly, her voice rising a little. "It's really outrageous. This is not the time for small talk. There is still a prisoner to deal with. The matter is very important, but we

In..." She looked at their joined hands, "It's really sloppy."

Nathanos stopped, and the look on his face when he turned around showed that he was shocked. He opened his bloodless lips, but did not say a word. It was hard to see any emotion in his eyes, but at this moment, Hope

Alvanas could clearly feel his surprise, and felt that his hand was gradually becoming weak.

The female elf quickly increased her strength, fearing that the hand would slip out of her grasp.

"I mean... this is not the time for us..." Sylvanas felt the need to explain some more, but how should she describe the contact between her and Nathanos at this moment? The progress suddenly became too fast.

.She didn't react for a moment. "It's just not suitable for the time being. Why not wait until Garrosh's problem is dealt with before..."

Nathanos still said nothing, and after a while he looked at the warchief who fell on the ground.

Waves of thoughts were surging in Sylvanas's mind. Even she was wondering why she said these words to Nathanos. This was what she had always wanted, but when she was about to get it, she actually flinched

Yes. It must be because of Alleria, Sylvanas thought. She hoped that Nathanos could understand and understand. They understood each other, so he would understand too.

"Okay." Finally, the leader of the Forsaken nodded, and then gave Sylvanas a smile - understanding, but hidden trouble.

Sylvanas was relieved. This emotion was so strong that it surged through her body in an instant, making every tense string in her body relax.

Everything will be fine, the female elf thought. After he resolves his relationship with Alleria.

Unknowingly, Nathanos let go of her. She eventually separated from him. This was an opportunity, though Sylvanas felt she should seize it.

Nathanos returned to Zhu Taran. At this time, a Forsaken man approached quickly. He stopped five feet away from Nathanos. He did not come over until the leader nodded.

"Lord Belmont has completed his mission."

Nathanos nodded slightly when he heard the news. The Forsaken bowed again and retreated.

"Does the Horde want to take Garrosh's life to escape responsibility?"

The person who asked this question was Tyrande, the leader of the night elves. She is a priestess and has always been known for her kindness in the alliance, but she was merciless in her accusations against the tribe.

Sylvanas followed Nathanos and looked at Alleria with concern. Her sister had told her in private that she wanted to withdraw from the tribe, but she didn't know when she would announce it. In other words, she still wanted to leave the tribe. Will it be announced?

The ranger general shifted his gaze and saw her family. Alleria was still on the side of the tribe. What surprised her even more was that the other party looked at Nathanos without hesitation. They looked at each other for a long time, Until Nathanos took the initiative to look away because someone said his name.

"In this outflow war, many warriors of the tribe also died." Baine, the tauren chief, stood up and spoke. Although he was young, no one could ignore his voice. "You can blame Garrosh. , High Priest, but Garrosh cannot represent the Horde."

"Then let your new chief come out." Varian said. He wanted to take advantage of the tribe's power vacuum to suppress the tribe, but his plan undoubtedly failed. Someone actually stood up to respond to him.

"The tribe listens to you."

Varian looked at Vol'jin, and then glanced at Thrall. The King of Stormwind was shocked at how quickly the tribe reunited in a short period of time. Regardless of whether Vol'jin really became the warchief, at this moment he was a member of the tribe. The most powerful voice.

"Your Majesty," Tyrande reminded in a low voice from the side, "If the tribe is given a chance to breathe, they will still be the enemy of the Alliance in the future. We should be here to completely eradicate this threat for our people."

Varian began to consider this suggestion. The alliance's troops around Stormwind City were far superior to Vol'jin's rebels, and they were still capable of fighting. The leaders of the tribe were also in front of him. This was really... a good opportunity. .

"There have been enough bloodshed and sacrifices here today." Jaina stepped forward to dissuade her. "Garrosh has failed. If we continue to attack the Horde, we are no longer out of justice, but taking advantage of people's danger. The Alliance cannot do this, Your Majesty. .”

"You want to talk to them about justice? Don't forget, their chief almost destroyed your city, Jaina." Tyrande said.

When it comes to Theramore, Jaina's heart lifts. "That's why I can clearly tell that it is Hellscream who deserves to be punished the most, not the entire tribe."

"That's enough." Varian stopped the two of them from arguing. Now it's up to him to decide what to do.

He walked towards the new chief of the tribe. The short distance gave him just enough time to make up his mind whether to capture Orgrimmar or not.

"His Majesty."

The king stopped and saw a soldier who looked like a scout running over in a hurry.

"What's up?"

"General Rogers sent me here." The scout introduced himself first, and then reported the news to the Air Force General.

The scout's voice had been lowered to the lowest level, but Nathanos, who was watching on the side, still heard it, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

After hearing the news, Varian's expression turned to one of shock, and he glared at the Witherbearer. Although they had only met for the first time, his instinct had already allowed him to recognize the leader of the Forsaken.

"The undead army has surrounded my camp. What do the Forsaken want to do?"

Nathanos felt like almost everyone present was looking at him. He didn't answer the question. He didn't need to answer.

Varian couldn't help but begin to suspect that the Forsaken had joined the Horde, but if that was the case, Nathanos should stand by Vol'jin to take a stand.

The person who responded to Nathanos was Taran Zhu. The leader of the Shado-Pan never made any remarks. The Alliance and the Horde argued for a long time, and the result was as he expected. No one asked the Pandaren what they thought.

"Only in this way will the Alliance and Horde be willing to consider the suggestions of the people of Pandaria."

Varian and Vol'jin both looked in shock. What agreement had the pandaren and the Forsaken reached? They understood, but it was too late.

"Garrosh was defeated by Nathanos Blightcaller. Logically speaking, he is the most qualified to decide how to deal with this orc's power. But I am very grateful that he gave this opportunity to Pandaria."

The pandaren and the witherborne nodded at each other. The former had an extra chain in his hand and came to Garrosh. The chief of the orthodox tribe glared at him with great difficulty, and then he no longer had the strength to raise his head.

"His cruelty has undoubtedly brought suffering to everyone, especially Pandaria." Zhu Taran thought of the Valley of Eternal Blossoms. The land that was originally full of life may take a long time to recover. "Let him accept it.

The punishment of this land, this will be the most just trial."

Silence fell. In the inner temple, both the Alliance and the Horde were surprised by this result. They all believed that only they were qualified to judge Garrosh, instead of leaving it to outsiders. Zhu Taran was waiting for the alliance king and the new chief of the tribe to judge.

Attitude, as long as the two of them agree, his chains will be tied to Garrosh and taken away.

Vol'jin's eyes swept over Zhu Taran and Varian, and finally settled on Nathanos, thoughtfully. He quickly nodded, "Very good, this is fair. The tribe will not allow it.

The Alliance controls Garrosh's life and death, but we cannot satisfy everyone by making our own decisions. As the new chief of the Horde, I am willing to accept the suggestions of my pandaren friends."

The only one left is Varian. Zhu Talan turned around and asked: "What do you think, His Majesty the King?"

Time was running out. Varian knew he had to give an answer, and he seemed to have no choice, because if he refused, the Forsaken army would most likely target the Alliance. In the end, he nodded. "The Alliance agreed.

This proposal."

"A wise choice." Nathanos took a step forward just as Varian's voice fell. His figure flashed forward and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few steps.

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"Master, you look a little different." Belmont has been waiting for a long time. If Nathanos doesn't come back, he may have to send someone to Orgrimmar to inquire about the situation.

"And your expression tells me everything, Belmont. But I still want to hear your victory report." Nathanos said.

The Dark Blade leader straightened up. "The things you asked for have been sent to Razor Heights, and their bodies are all intact."

"Are you missing any?" Nathanos asked.

"No one is missing."
Chapter completed!