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"Is there no news from the Alliance yet?" Nathanos asked, but seeing Belmont standing in front of him with empty hands, he already knew the answer, otherwise his intelligence chief would have had a list.

Belmont shook his head, "So far, there is no information about the alliance's movements."

If it was Nathanos in the past, he might sigh at this result, but now he just stared at the palace gate behind Belmont with an expressionless face. After absorbing the power of the Heart of Y'Shaarj, his emotions became stronger.

It is easy to control. He said calmly: "The news of the Horde envoy coming to Lordaeron has spread. Varian will not sit idly by. Continue to pay close attention to the movements of Stormwind City. Even if the Lion King cannot give

If I give a satisfactory answer, he will at least do something, which is very important to my plan."

"I have contacted the spies in Stormwind City and asked them to take action." The Forgotten One in front of the throne nodded, and then continued to report another matter: "There was news from Mortus that the tribe's envoy

He is eager to see you. He asked you whether to continue to refuse, or whether you have already planned to see them."

"How long has it been since the Horde envoy came to Lordaeron?" Nathanos asked.

"It's been almost a week, Master."

A week? Nathanos's fingers were beating drums on the throne. The time was not too long, but it was not too short either. In terms of the results, it would be best to wait until the Alliance sent a delegation to Lordaeron to receive them.

Their timing was good, but Varian's movements were much slower than the Blightcaller expected. If it took any longer, Vol'jin might think that he was stalling for time.

"Thank you for your hard work, our chief executive. Go and tell Mortus that I will go to the embassy in person tomorrow night and have dinner with the tribe's envoys." Nathanos felt a little funny because he had not eaten for a long time.

got used to it.

"As you command, Master." Belmont bowed. This action showed that he had nothing to report.

"Back off."

The door closed silently and slowly, and a cold wind from the plains of Lordaeron blew towards him, as if the city was sighing at him. Nathanos was the only one left in the throne room.

He is a good person, and he likes the atmosphere of solitude. If a brewing abnormal atmosphere disturbs his interest, another plan that will be beneficial to the Forgotten without any harm may be born.

An unexpected guest has arrived. He thought, and then the voice in his heart came out from his throat: "Stop hiding, come out." Nathanos's voice had a hint of command. And he knew that the other party would not

He likes this tone, but he is happy about it.

The surrounding wind was like crying, comforted by some mysterious power, rolling in the hall in front of Nathanos. The temperature also dropped. Even the candlelight on the wall lighting up the throne room turned into a strange ghost.

Blue. Then, a skull face appeared in the swirling vortex of air.

"Hello, Lord of the Forgotten. I'm here..." The visitor chuckled, but before he could finish his words, he only heard the flapping of wings and the sound of metal cutting through the air, as if someone was singing a song.

Elegy. Black shadows moved in the hall so fast that people couldn't see what they were.

"Stop!" The Wither One ordered, and the black figures suddenly stopped. They surrounded the 'guests', and what they held to greet them was not wine or food, but various dangerous weapons.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. The front of the throne suddenly became lively, and ten more figures appeared. One of them was kidnapped by the other nine.

The guy who came uninvited said: "Huh? Klaxxi Hero? That's really interesting. Did you resurrect these bugs? Fortunately, you stopped them in time, otherwise you would have to find new pets?"

Nathanos snorted. "I thought you had forgotten the deal between us. I called many times, but you didn't respond, Bwonsamdi." He whispered the name of Death Loa and flashed

He stared at the troll-like god with gleaming eyes. The deal between them had been completed, but Bwonsamdi never showed up again to fulfill his promise. Nathanos almost thought he had gone back on his word.

"Hey! There are too many souls. It will take a lot of time to place them all properly." Bwonsamdi said hypocritically, looking around at the mantids. They were all dead and resurrected as undead.

Creature. This shows that Nathanos' power is not what it used to be. Bwonsamdi can see it. "But, waiting patiently will always lead to good results, right? I'm here now, right?"

?”

"I don't have time to play games with you, Troll Death." Nathanos waved his finger slightly, as if to brush away an eye-catching dust on his body. "Now, I want to get my reward, while I still have it.

Be patient, and while you still have time.”

Loa laughed heartily. The harsh sound echoed around him. Nathanos thought to himself that there were no guards outside, otherwise he would have rushed in to check the situation when he heard the sound. "It seems that old Bwonsamdi came at the right time.

It's time." Bwonsamdi raised a bone finger and pointed at a champion beside him, signaling Nathanos to remove them.

The Withered One on the throne didn't make any sound or even change his expression, but the nine heroes put away their weapons at the same time and flew back to their original hidden positions.

"So, what do you want to know first?" Bwonsamdi's question seemed to be pretending to be stupid. Fortunately, Nathanos was already used to his funny and playful personality.

“As the party proposing the deal, you can’t just remember what you’re going to get, otherwise the person asking for compensation will temporarily increase their leverage.”

Bwonsamdi laughed again, his laughter was thunderous, and he was still clapping his hands. "Very good, very good. You are indeed a good customer of old Bwonsamdi. Just treat my question just now as an honest question.

Let's put it to the test." The God of Death coughed lightly and started talking about business. "You are interested in the world after death, and your mother is also very important to you. But I think both questions can be answered at the same time."

"The answer is for me to personally go to the other world you mentioned, right?"

Bwonsamdi's eyes flashed with blue fire, showing a little confusion. "No, no, that's not the case." He said, "My other world is just a drop in the bucket of the afterlife."

The Wither One laughed at him, "I thought you were such a great god, but now it seems that there are many great people above you."

What he didn't expect was that Bwonsamdi nodded.

"Maybe you should go see it for yourself and realize how insignificant you are."

"Then take me there. I also want to know what the world I was supposed to go to is like." Nathanos stood up from the throne and walked towards Loa. Although Bwonsamdi was floating in the air, and he

He was originally taller than Nathanos, but the Wither One looked at him as if he was looking down.

"Not here." Bwonsamdi shook his head, "If you have time, come to Nazmir in Zandalar and sit in old Bwonsamdi's palace of the underworld. I will personally take you to the world after death.

."

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Kalecgos stayed quietly at the highest level of Wyrmrest Temple, praying that his wait would not be in vain. He arrived at the past temple two hours before the appointed time, earlier than other dragon kings.

This ancient building was almost completely desolate. When he came, he didn't even see a shadow of a dragon, but there were quite a few kobolds who had built their nests on the lower floor of the divine sculpture.

Looking back on the past always makes him feel regretful, but that feeling can only last for a while, so he reminds himself not to forget about business.

He glanced at the focusing rainbow placed in the center of the platform.

Kalecgos maintains his mortal form. There are many reasons for this, one of which is that the more flexible mortal body allows him to move around freely. In addition, he can sense his surroundings without being easily exposed.

Own.

But the former Spellweaver still didn't sense any aura. The agreed time was almost up, and the other dragon kings... Nozdormu might be late, but Alexstrasza and Ysera would always arrive early.

Under normal circumstances, they should already be here.

Kalei smiled bitterly, and suddenly understood the three dragon kings who were far older than him. In fact, it took more than a month of hard work and hard work for them to reluctantly agree to come to the dragon king.

Temple of Sleep. If they change their minds temporarily, it would not be a strange thing.

If they didn't come, Kalecgos decided to go ahead and invite them. They couldn't avoid him forever.

"Kalegos. Can you tell me now why you insist on my being here?"

The blue dragon could hardly believe his ears. After confirming it, he almost jumped for joy. He saw Nozdormu walking out of the time tunnel in mortal form. He looked the same as the last time they met. Ysera

and her sister were still missing, but Kalecgos believed that since the most likely of the three Dragon Kings to not appear had arrived, it was only a matter of time before the remaining two would arrive.

In response, Kalecgos bowed to Nozdormu. He looked at the Bronze Dragon King. "Please wait a moment, Nozdormu, Alexstrasza and Ysera will be here soon. Wait for them to arrive.

, I will clarify my purpose. It won’t take long.”

"Very good." Nozdormu walked towards the place where he used to be when the Dragon King's Council was convened, and looked at the temple. From his eyes, Kalecgos could read many complicated emotions.

Almost at the same time that Nozdormu noticed the Focusing Iris, the two dragon sisters arrived. Unlike Kalecgos, they emerged from the vast white snow in the form of dragons. Then they turned into mortal forms and left.

When they arrived at the designated location, the two Dragon Kings remained silent.

"Thank you for coming here." Kalecgos said calmly. He was trying to suppress his inner joy.

"Everyone is here. What's the purpose of calling us here?" Nozdormu continued to ask the previous question, "It's best to tell us quickly."

Kalecgos took a deep breath and focused his gaze on the Focusing Iris. Although his gaze was also directed at the magical weapon, the other dragon kings were also looking at it.

"This is your blue dragon's treasure, Kalecgos. Don't tell me you called us here just for this." Ysera's voice was unexpectedly high-pitched, as if she was not happy to return to the Dragon Face Temple.

"It's not because of it, but it's related to it." Kalecgos replied, "You three, please feel this magic weapon, and then tell me, what did you detect?"

At first, the three dragon kings were a little strange to his request, and even thought it was a bit unreasonable, but Kalecgos's serious expression reminded them that this was very important.

Although they didn't understand, the dragon kings all started to follow the instructions and used their own power to feel the focusing rainbow.

After a while, Alexstrasza was the first to react. She hissed: "Has it... been turned on recently?"

Already having the answer, the other two dragon kings stopped trying. Their eyes were locked on the magic weapon. Kalecgos finally no longer needed to hide his sad look.

Alexstrasza and the other dragon kings looked a little excited. Nozdormu even turned his ferocious eyes from Focusing Iris to Kalecgos. "What's going on? How many mistakes does the blue dragon have to make?

Alert? How much has this thing caused..."

"Wait a minute, Nozdormu." Alexstrasza interrupted the Bronze Dragon King. "I think Kalecgos will tell us the reason."

The blue dragon nodded helplessly, and according to the red dragon queen, he truthfully told the truth about everything that this magic weapon had experienced recently, and the person who used it. He told it all without reservation. In the end, the focus of this meeting

Successfully transferred from a magical artifact to a mortal.

When he finished his explanation, the three dragon kings all had different reactions. Ysera was confused; Nozdormu was angry; and Alexstrasza's expression was much more complicated. Kalecgos couldn't tell where she was.

What to think.

"Nathanos?" Ysera murmured in confusion, "I have some impression of this name, but it's just a name. Who is he?"

"I don't know." The former guardian dragon of time blurted out. He turned his head to one side, as if he didn't want to hear the name.

"What else doesn't the Lord of Time know?" The Red Dragon Queen looked at him, "And your tone of voice has betrayed you, Nozdormu. You know who this person is better than all of us!"

"So what?" Nozdormu clenched his fists, "I no longer care about mortal affairs. Even...even what happens to this world has nothing to do with me."

When he said these words, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence, just like the never-ending cold in Northrend.

"Since it has nothing to do with you, why don't you tell us the truth, brother?" Ysera asked, "And you, sister. You seem to know something."

Nozdormu remained silent. Alexstrasza nodded, but before she explained, he asked the Blue Dragon King a question: "Tell us first, Kalecgos. Why are you really looking for us?
Chapter completed!