…………

The Forsaken whispered a few words to Nathanos. At the same time, Baine also ended his question.

"I have no problem." After bowing again, the tauren returned to his seat.

"Adjourn the court." Zhu Taran said loudly. He knocked on the gong. The serious atmosphere was finally over. People began to get up one after another and leave while talking. There was almost no excitement on everyone's face. The best

His expression was also indifferent. Anyone who was not blind could tell that Tyrande failed in the first round of the trial.

Nathanos glanced at Krom'gar one last time, then at Tyrande. He sighed and shook his head, and turned away without looking back.

Tyrande obviously only needed to show the facts to win the trial. But she didn't know whether she was instigated by others or out of personal grudges, so she actually distorted the image.

"His Majesty the Forgotten King." Such a long title definitely did not come from one of his men. Nathanos recognized that the owner of the voice was Vol'jin. The tribal chief was walking over with his staff. Alleria and

Beloriel also followed behind. They were so close to him, but it was a pity that they couldn't talk to each other.

Nathanos focused his attention on Vol'jin as much as possible. When he opened his mouth to speak, he erased those polite words of greeting from his mind and directly stated: "If the Warchief wants to ask K

I can’t comment on Romgar’s situation. Of course, there’s nothing to say.”

Vol'jin laughed out loud, "I believe this was not arranged by you. If you want Garrosh's life, you don't have to stop Thrall from dropping the Doomhammer in Orgrimmar."

Speaking of Thrall, he was standing next to Vol'jin. Nathanos glanced at it, wondering how the former chief of the tribe felt when he saw Garrosh being tried. Logically speaking, he was too

Guilty. Because it was he who handed over the power of the tribe into the hands of Hellscream. If it hadn't been for his decision, the situation today might have been completely different.

"Leaders always have a few uncontrollable subordinates who make you laugh." Nathanos simply replied.

"Actually, we are here to congratulate you. Eitrigg and the others described your succession ceremony to us. I regret that I was unable to attend in person."

"You have sent many people. The Forsaken have already felt the sincerity and enthusiasm of the tribe."

"The passion of the tribe doesn't stop there." Nathanos noticed a top hat decorated with stars leaning forward. "There are many places where we can each get what we need, I mean... cooperation

." Goblin Trade Prince Gallywix had a smile on his face. He stepped forward to speak without Vol'jin's permission, just like Nathanos said just now: Leaders always have a few uncontrollable subordinates.

"Then... I hope the friendship between the tribe and the Forsaken will last forever."

"I believe you will see that the Horde is much more generous than the Alliance, right, Warchief." The goblin confidently focused his gaze on the troll, who was several times taller than him.

Vol'jin smiled again. At this moment, a pandaren whom Nathanos didn't recognize ran over.

"Your Majesty the Withered One," the Pandaren said, "Excuse me, I have received an order. Master Taran Zhu wants to talk to you. Please follow me to the Shado-Trace Monastery. The portal is in the side hall!

"He bowed to Nathanos and the tribe.

"It seems that I won't be able to return to Lordaeron in a short time."

"Then you might as well enjoy this trip to Pandaria."

Vol'jin and Nathanos saluted each other in their own way. Then the Horde Chief led his followers towards Baine. The tauren had been talking to Kairoz.

When others turned their backs, it seemed that there was finally time for Alleria and Nathanos to talk.

When she met Nathanos's eyes, Alleria's body reflexively felt a kind of fear. This fear was not a threat of death, but stemmed from the possibility of being rejected. The regent's heart

Blocked by grief, he seemed to be experiencing everything Nathanos had experienced.

In the end, she let out a long, heavy breath, like a frightened bird, releasing her tense nerves. She tried her best to smile at the man, although she didn't know that her lips were turning white.

She turned to follow Vol'jin...

Seeing her performance, Beloriel couldn't control his astonished expression. His eyes were full of doubts about Alleria. Unwilling to be reconciled, he would not be as hesitant as his mother, so he subconsciously spoke to Nathanos

:

"father……"

A hand fell on Belorel's shoulder, making him stunned for a moment. When he turned his head to look at Vereesa, his face turned a little pale.

The Ranger General shook his head and placed his hand harder on the young elf's shoulder. "Come on, let's rest for a while and then go eat something."

After this simple episode, Nathanos showed no emotion. He said to the panda who had not left yet: "I still have to deal with some things. Please tell Master Zhu first. I will keep the appointment later."

The pandaren nodded and retreated. Nathanos finally had time to deal with Cromgar's problem. The orc who had become the Forsaken was still self-aware. Nathanos did not summon him, but he knew that the Dark Lord

Want to see him.

"No matter how you punish me, I have nothing to say." Kromgar said. He expected Nathanos to be furious. Even if the king's expression was as calm as water at this moment, it was just because of the occasion.

"As long as it is not an evil act, I will not restrict the Forsaken from their actions. Therefore, I will not punish you." Nathanos said. Cromgar looked at him dumbfounded. The Blighter continued

Close your eyes, open them again, and ask: "Tell me, are you satisfied with the result?"

"I just want Garrosh to pay the price." Kromgar clenched his fists and glared at the ground aside.

"You were cruel to him only because you felt that he had betrayed you. This betrayal made you feel sulky and forced you to take revenge. Only in this way can you vent your anger, right?"

"I wish I could kill him with my own hands." Kromgar was a little too excited and even forgot that he was still in the White Tiger Temple. Some people were already attracted by his voice.

"Yes, you not only want to kill him, you also want to strangle him after that, or even chop off his head, right?"

"Yes, I still want to..." Kromgar was about to yell, but the moment he saw Nathanos's eyes, he swallowed hard and swallowed what he had not yet said.

Go down. The Withered One's gaze is so penetrating that it makes people shudder.

"Remember it, Cromgar." Nathanos changed his calm tone just now, and there was a lot of warning in his tone. "You are now a member of the Forsaken. No matter what you have experienced before,

It has nothing to do with you now. At least you can still witness the trial of Garrosh, and the other people who died because of Garrosh will never see the end of that orc." Nathanos said and looked at

Taking a look at the situation on the Alliance side, Tyrande was talking to Prophet Velen, and it seemed she had found her next witness.

"When I first founded the Forsaken, I only wanted to take revenge on the Scourge and Arthas, but when I succeeded, I couldn't feel a trace of joy in my heart. Because revenge can't let me reverse the past, I can't,

Neither can you, Cromgar. When you swore allegiance to Garrosh, did you ever think you would regret that decision?"

For a moment, Nathanos thought that Cromgar would reject his statement. His orcish face looked so unwilling. When a person is wronged to the extreme, the rage stored in his heart will burst out.

But nothing like this happened.

Nathanos nodded stiffly when he saw Krom'gar moving.

"I understand." He said. He may not have fully accepted it yet, it will take time. "I promise that I will wait patiently for the outcome of the trial."

Kromgar dragged his steps out of the hall. Nathanos turned his eyes to the Alliance again and frowned.

Someone in the alliance is watching him.

From Varian's face, Nathanos felt the gaze of the hunter. The king of Stormwind claimed to be the incarnation of the ancient wolf soul, and he himself was a lion. He would not scare the enemy with his own intimidation alone.

He also knows how to judge the situation, so he can always take advantage of him in many confrontations with Garrosh. Nathanos knows that if there is a war between the Forsaken and the Alliance one day, Varian will be the most difficult one.

The person to deal with.

But now, the war has not happened yet.

Nathanos and Varian looked at each other for a moment, and when the other Alliance leaders noticed him, he turned around. Only the Forsaken who brought him the news was left by his side.

"Is the information you just mentioned accurate?"

"Lord Belmont said it is absolutely true. We searched the Twilight Highlands and finally found the remnants of the Dragonmaw clan in Grim Batol, but we did not find their warlord."

It is impossible for Zaira to save Garrosh by herself, she will definitely recruit more helpers. She hasn't shown up yet, maybe she is just observing the situation.

"Lord Belmont is asking for your instructions to immediately send people to eliminate the Dragonmaw Orcs in Grim Batone."

"No." Nathanos said: "Go and tell Belmont to send more people to keep an eye on the situation in Grim Batone and not to alert those orcs."

The specific reason for doing this is not convenient for Nathanos to explain, and he only needs Belmont to comply. The trial of Garrosh will still take a long time.

…

Booty Bay is very beautiful at night. What is beautiful is not only the full moon hanging high in the sky and the bustling docks, but also the open weather here. Saren Songweaver will try to remain polite to outsiders on weekdays, but

Until Garrosh's complete defeat, he no longer maintained the demeanor that a blood elf gentleman should have.

He was wanted by the entire tribe, as well as Dalaran. Without Hellscream's protection, he naturally appeared on the war criminals list of the new chieftain Vol'jin. Regent Alleria also sent people all over the world to look for him. He was in Silver

All properties in the Moon City and the Sunreaver organization were confiscated. The only reason was that he participated in Garrosh's action to destroy Theramore. And he knew the chief's plan thoroughly.

For nearly two months, he had been on the run. Finally, he escaped to Booty Bay. Here he got drunk all day long. Fortunately, he knew magic and knew many ways to make money. Later, he found that Booty Bay was a good place that could make people completely drunk.

Forget who you are.

There are basically no laws that bind people and no fair judgment of objective things.

Of course, he can't be too showy, but he doesn't need to be too cautious. As long as he uses magic to change his appearance, he can talk to people in the tavern, flirt with women, and seduce them into bed.

The moonlight is also beautiful tonight, and Saren is enjoying the service of a human woman and a night elf woman.

The air with the smell of sea water suddenly drifted in. The paper-like curtains kept fluttering gently in the wind. Saren was deeply trapped in the gentle land and couldn't extricate himself. The breathing sounds of the two women made him unable to stop. He didn't even feel the room.

The temperature has dropped a lot, and when he brought the women into the room just now, the windows were clearly closed.

Finally, with a roar, the shaking bed gradually became quiet.

Saren gasped, straightened up, and looked at the two red-faced women under him contentedly. After resting for a while, the three people in Yunyu Huan finally regained their senses. The female human opened her eyes with a charming expression.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, about to praise him with words. But when her eyes only glanced slightly to the side, her expression changed rapidly like a revolving door. First she was confused (thinking she was dazzled), then surprised, and finally fearful.

. She screamed and subconsciously covered her chest with her arms. The fierce reaction also caught Saren off guard. Immediately afterwards, the night elf woman also made the same reaction.

A gust of wind touched Saren's sweaty back, reminding him of the abnormality in the room. He felt it...

Saren slowly twisted his neck. He didn't notice at all that there was another person sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. He didn't know when this person appeared, but the other person's movements of tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingers seemed to tell Saren.

Lun, he has been waiting for a long time.

The intruder's whole body was covered in black clothing, with no skin exposed. He wore a wide hood on his head. A war blade with crescent blades on both ends was leaning on the side.

The visitor was unkind, and the uneasy atmosphere replaced the passion of the erotic scene. Saren immediately put on his pants.

"Hello, no matter who you are, you scared these two ladies. Should you apologize?" he said in a loud voice, trying to appear calm, but the pauses in his words betrayed him.

The hooded man raised his face and looked directly into Saren's eyes. The blood elf also saw those red pupils.

Undead!

"It's my fault for disturbing you. As for apologizing..." The man chuckled. His voice didn't sound like a dead person at all. "...I don't think it's necessary."
Chapter completed!