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To Nathanos Blightcaller, formerly Nathanos Mareth, now Lord of the Forsaken.

I can't even believe that you still exist. But as your childhood friend and brother, I feel obligated to ask Barcelona to find you. If you can read this letter, then I will express my gratitude to him. .

With sincerity, I want to convey to you my deepest apology on behalf of one person. This apology comes from your cousin, Stephen Maris.

As you can see, the theme of this letter is family. When the Scourge came, your family was torn apart. Despair and destruction buried you and everyone. Your wife, your brother, your parents... It is death that drives you first, then fear and anger.

Please forgive me. At that time, Stephen had witnessed with his own eyes the horrific crimes committed by the Scourge against Lordaeron. He could not understand how different you were from them later on.

But that is the past. Recently, Stephen talked with many Forgotten people who joined the Silver Crusade. And he learned that despite suffering the disaster of death, their leader, that is, you, still did not surrender to fate. .You have taken the lead in finding shelter for those who are in trouble like you, while also fighting against various threats in this world. But the world knows very little about the contributions you and the Forsaken have made.

Just yesterday, Stephen and I saw a group of Crusaders prisoners and civilians arriving in Hearthglen. There were no signs of torture or the pain of hunger on their bodies. The last person who treated the prisoners so kindly, It's King Terenas.

Before coming to Hearthglen, Stephen had regretted his behavior of letting you down. Now after witnessing your kindness, he hates the mistakes caused by prejudice even more. He thinks he must do something.

Your cousin has come to Hearthglen. He did not come alone, his wife has been accompanying him. He is eager to see you. Words on paper are not enough to reveal his sincerity, only face to face can Let him express his guilt for you. If you give Stephen a chance, maybe the broken bond can be repaired. And I want to make that happen, for you and for him.

I propose to set a date on which the two of you can be reunited. As a matter of sincerity, and to prevent this meeting from looking like a conspiracy, the location of the meeting is up to you.

As a Paladin and a servant of the Holy Light, I will swear on my honor and faith that no one will appear who intends to harm you.

Nathanos, death caused you and Stephen to lose each other. But this tragedy can be changed now, so please agree to my proposal and let this day of mercy come as soon as possible.

Lyraine, Argent Crusader Paladin, your friend.

"What does the person who gave you this letter look like?" Nathanos said as he handed the letter to Sylvanas. The female elf also wanted to see what was written on it.

"He is very ordinary, only wearing a silver-white armor, but he gave me this and asked me to pass it on to you."

Bartholomew took out a shiny object from the buckle of his waist. Nathanos took it and took a look and found that it was a gold coin with the emblem of the sun printed on it.

Sylvanas glanced at it and said, "This is a gold coin produced in Quel'Thalas. It has been in circulation for thousands of years, but Kael'thas stopped using it after following the Burning Legion."

"This is the gold coin you gave Stephen, remember? It's right here." Nathanos said.

It was during the second war, and it was not a big deal, so Sylvanas looked a little confused. The female elf shook her head: "Can it help you make sure this is not a conspiracy?"

"If I didn't have this thing, I would think it was a trick of spy master Shaw." Nathanos looked at Barça Rome. "How will you contact him next?"

"He will come see me again in three days at Light's Hope Chapel."

"Tell him that I don't have time to play games with children now..."

"Nathanos?"

Sylvanas stopped him. Nathanos frowned, but then his expression softened. "Forget it, tell that person that I didn't say anything, I just kept this letter well.

"

Upon hearing this answer, Sylvanas's eyes flashed with disappointment. But soon, she nodded with understanding.

Bartholomew immediately bowed and respectfully disappeared from Nathanos' eyes.

"Are you still unwilling to face your past relatives?"

"If I really want to see them, the first person I want to see should be my father."

Hearing this, she turned her head and looked at him, "Your father is still in Stormwind City, but he is... very old. Maybe he has heard about your deeds, but I think hearsay is far less than your meeting.

Know what I mean."

He closed his mouth and said nothing for a while.

For him, his father will always be his father, and how long has it been since they last met? Ten years, or twenty years? Time cannot take him away, but his father's time is limited. He believes that his father must

He will not reject him and will definitely be happy to see him, but after realizing his changes, can he still accept the reality? He will be heartbroken again. The power of the Heart of Azeroth, the ancient god Y'shaarj

All the power reminded him: Your father will most likely die of grief.

Thinking of this, the hope in Nathanos's eyes gradually faded away, and his red eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I am the ruler of the Forgotten. Everything about me is in the present. I am not ready to deal with the past yet."

"I will stay with you."

Nathanos looked in disbelief, but didn't know how to speak. He originally thought Sylvanas would continue to persuade him.

He took a deep breath and waved his hand towards the surrounding environment. This action indicated that the Terror Guards who were hiding around and performing protective frame tasks could withdraw their troops.

"Thank you, Sylvanas."

The female elf didn't seem to hear this and changed the subject: "When do you plan to announce your rule over Lordaeron?"

He paused, seeming a little embarrassed about the answer to this question. Declaring the right to rule means the establishment of a kingdom. At this point, he will also become a king, and there seems to be an extra crown on his head. Unlike before, he suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed.

Nervous. Once he ascends to that position of power, the views of people around him will change. But if you think about it carefully, how big of a difference will it make? It's just that the name he is given will change. Compared with the living

, the Forsaken have too many 'advantages'. They don't have all kinds of desires in life. His rule is not as complicated as Alleria or Varian. Thinking of this, his heart also

became firmer.

"Just three days later."

He still has to wait a few days, just a few days. He has some hope, but he doesn't want that day to come soon.

"So fast?" Sylvanas couldn't help but exhale softly. "Are you ready?"

"You look like you're not ready yet." Nathanos looked at her shocked expression, and a proud smile appeared on his indifferent face. "But I don't have to look forward and backward." He took her hand.

, and tightened his grip. "I will immediately notify people from the tribe and alliance. If anyone is willing to bear witness, they can stay. But I hope you can stay."

His words gave Sylvanas an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, sounding like he was complaining that she would disappear from his side at any time, and he might even never see her again.

The female elf smiled and said, "I just said that I will stay by your side."

…

Three days was indeed too urgent. Especially after Mortus and Belmont heard his order, both the Forgotten Ones showed troubled expressions.

"Master, there may be no problem with the tribe, but the alliance..."

Nathanos waved his hand towards Mortus, "I've already said, don't worry about the Alliance's attitude. We have already given them enough face. No matter what Varian can give us, Southsea Town and Serra

Modu will always be their territory."

"Master, even if we don't consider the alliance, we still have to think about the Forsaken people in other bases! I believe that all the Forgotten people want to witness the day when you become king, and they need time to come from all over the world. In three days,

Three days is really not enough.”

Nathanos finally raised his eyes and looked at Belmont. The leader of the Dark Blade was absolutely right. Kalimdor, Feralas, Razor Highlands, and Maraudon had a combined population of tens of thousands.

There was simply no time to gather them all in such a short period of time. And we couldn't get everyone to come.

It is indeed wrong to ignore the feelings of those who have been forgotten, and there will be many voices of dissatisfaction.

"Let Kalim send representatives from several more bases to Lordaeron and tell the people there that I have not forgotten them. After this is over, I will hold a public parade there."

Belmont bowed and stepped back to issue Nathanos's order.

Mortus stepped forward again and said: "Master, the negotiation with the tribe has ended. Do you want to see the contents of the signed agreement?"

"Bring it here, and then step back as well."

After finishing speaking, Nathanos's eyes fell on the dense text. Mortus's mission was completed well. The first clause of the agreement made Nathanos feel a lot better: the tribe recognized the Forsaken.

All territories so far.

The Forsaken cannot interfere with the Gilnean battlefields, and Horde members are allowed to use the passages of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades.

Ratchet and Razorback will serve as neutral cities for both sides, used for trade and diplomacy.

The Forsaken and the Horde can provide military assistance to each other voluntarily and with the approval of the other party...

Lines of text solved the current problem. But the Alliance would become more uneasy. Nathanos looked at the document in his hand blankly, but after thinking about it again and again, he put it down.

"Don't hesitate any more." He said to himself. "You think so too." He looked to the side, hoping that Alexstrasza would show up to express her opinion. But the Red Dragon Queen did not show up. No wonder, this is a matter involving mortals.

As for the issue of racial power, she is the oldest creature in the world, so naturally she will not be interested in paying attention to it.

'Just wait and don't do anything.' He said to himself in his heart.

For the next few days, he no longer dealt with any government affairs, and refused to listen to any news from other parts of the world. Even Sylvanas did not meet with him. What did the Horde, Alliance, and others have to say about his decision?

He doesn't care about such reactions.

He has been sitting on the throne, closing his eyes and concentrating, as motionless as a statue. The only things that accompany him are the eager power of the Heart of Azeroth and a few fragments of the void formed in his mind by the power of the ancient gods.

, and a delicate hand caressed his face.

Occasionally, he felt that he should change his clothes to suit his status as a king, or prepare a speech to announce his status. But no matter how necessary these reasonable thoughts were, they could not make him take actual actions.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was a look of confusion in his almost dark eyes. He looked at his clothes gently, he really looked like a soldier, not a king. He straightened up

Come and call loudly: "Mortus."

His voice echoed in the huge throne hall. After a while, the door slowly opened, and the chief executive bowed respectfully and stood at the door, saying slowly: "Your Majesty."

His title was out of respect, but it felt hollow. Nathanos knew he had to adapt.

"The Forgotten are waiting for you, have you heard their cry?"

Yes, he heard it. The moment the door opened, enthusiastic cheers surged into the hall along with the breeze. Today was the day he decided to establish a kingdom. According to the plan, he was going to stand here.
To be continued...