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Saren's eyelids twitched. Under his eyelids, the man clearly did not move, and there could not be a fifth person in the small room.

"Well, I'm sorry that you killed them. I'm not familiar with them. Of course, their death won't have any impact on me." The singer took a breath and tasted the smell of blood. Anyway, even if it comes next,

He was the one who died, so he should look braver.

"You don't need to feel sorry for them." The undead made a gesture of wiping his weapon. "That female human had a husband, but she liked to cheat on her. After she was found out, she killed her husband."

Saren was startled after hearing this.

"That night elf was once a captive of the tribe. In order to survive, she betrayed her compatriots. In one night, more than thirty Kaldorei died due to her betrayal."

"I didn't know they had such wonderful stories." Hearing this, Saren's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. "So are you here to punish them?"

The undead clasped his hands against his chin, making a thinking gesture. He said: "The same goes for you. Saren Songweaver, you are more sinful than them. You sneaked into Dalaran and deceived the Kirin Tor's trust.

As a spy, you dedicated all the information you obtained to Garrosh. The most important point is that you almost let history remember you forever, and Theramore almost completely perished."

Is this man a Forsaken? Saren began to wonder. After all, the Forsaken had participated in the battle of Orgrimmar and were also hunting down Garrosh's followers. If so, it is understandable that he would appear here, but why would he

Will he know those two women? Saren just met them for the first time, and he doesn’t even know their names. But one thing is certain, this undead is here to find him.

"It sounds like I am indeed unforgivable. So you are here to kill me, right?" Saren asked tentatively. He had no way to escape. The room was small and he had no time to cast the teleportation spell. As for calling for help, in Booty Bay

, basically no one cares about the life or death of others.

"And you're still alive now. Do you know why?"

Because you have a reason not to kill me. Saren suddenly understood what needs this man had, so he came to him. He was favored by Garrosh because of his versatility.

"I guess I can help you in some way. Do you want to know something?"

"I just want to know one thing," the undead raised a finger. "Are you only going to do things that are harmful to nature?"

Saren frowned, he was not a person who liked to torture. There was only one reason why he chose to follow Garrosh, and that was to quickly gain an enviable status.

"It seems that you have misunderstood me. But it doesn't matter. I have an advantage that can be used to explain my behavior, and you can't deny me."

"Speak out, maybe this is the reason you are still alive."

Saren's hand reached towards his throat, stroking it as if to confirm. His head remained in the original position. He hoped it would always be like this.

"Loyalty." He blurted out with a smile. "I am loyal enough to Chief Hellscream."

Garrosh Hellscream is a typical racist, and he pays little attention to followers of other races except orcs. Saren is fortunate to be one of those few members.

"Loyalty?" The undead seemed a little unconvinced and joked: "Your chief is still in prison, and his fate will be decided by a group of talking pandas and a few luminous beings who claim to be gods, but you are still fighting with him.

Women make love. I really can’t see... your loyalty."

"Indeed, as you hinted, I should rescue the war chief. I also have this idea. But with my own strength..." The blood elf suddenly looked at the undead and opened his eyes wide. "I see, that's it.

So," Saren said, "it turns out we are like-minded. But I don't remember Chief Garrosh having an undead subordinate."

"You are not the only one who wants to save him. Some people know how to summon allies."

Saren smiled, he had never been so excited in months.

"That's great. It's a pity that I haven't had the honor of meeting you yet."

"You can call me the Sin-Slayer." The undead said.

Sinslayer? Saren thought about it carefully. He knew what the name meant, but it was indeed very interesting. Garrosh was guilty in the eyes of many people, but the person who was supposed to clean up the sins was trying to save him now.

"Can you tell me who... hired you?" Saren asked. He could feel that this undead was very powerful, but it might not be really credible.

"An ally of Garrosh."

"Ally? I think it's an orc."

The Sinslayer sneered. Saren's guess seemed interesting to him. "No, that is a race that was once enslaved by the orcs."

…

Nathanos's schedule has been full recently. He has to review the many bases of the Forgotten for several days. He promised Belmont before that he would hold a parade to satisfy the Forgotten's wishes.

The wish to see him. When arriving at Dire Maul, this journey is finally coming to an end.

Dire Maul is only home to an army of Forsaken and the returning ogres. This underground city has not been transformed. The large green area and the buildings of the upper elves make it look like it was not destroyed.

The territory of the forgotten.

The Forsaken were asked not to damage the environment where the Highborne had lived, nor to allow anyone to set foot there. They accomplished their task brilliantly.

There is a library, a garden, and a resting place. Nathanos stayed in the garden to meditate.

There were too many tedious matters, and he had to keep an eye on Garrosh's trial. He heard that Tyrande had found a few more witnesses and pressed Baine step by step. Zhu Talan hoped that Nathanos could continue to attend the trial.

, but the Wither One really couldn't agree to this request. He only said that he would show up on the day when the verdict was announced. On the other hand, the time to go to sea had also been set, just three days later. Bwonsamdi had invited him to the Death God's

Territory. Nathanos decided it was time to go to the appointment.

"You seem to be very nervous." Alexstrasza's appearance is always so beautiful. With her by his side, Nathanos feels a little better.

"It's hard for me to relax."

"That's your sense of crisis. This... I can understand."

Sense of crisis? What else can threaten him now? If there is real danger, then the danger must come from his curiosity about the unknown.

"I'm used to preparing for a rainy day. Just like taking this city." Nathanos raised his head and glanced. Only weak sunlight penetrated the underground of Dire Maul.

Alexstrasza also looked around curiously. "The space here is very vast and can accommodate many people."

Nathanos responded to her statement with a faint smile, but was not sure. "The number of Forsaken is no longer growing."

"Why? You are not..." The Life-Binder did not say the complete words. The Withered One understood what she meant. But the Forsaken cannot increase their numbers by resurrecting corpses. That is the behavior of the Scourge.

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing. There are still many people on Azeroth who think there is no difference between us and the Scourge."

Alexstrasza blinked at him. During her time with Nathanos, her most valuable experience was that few creatures were truly evil. Even the undead were by no means irredeemable.

"I plan to give this place to you." Nathanos' sudden words made the Red Dragon Queen freeze. Then, she slowly widened her eyes and stared at the Witherer in shock. She didn't understand why he said this.

"I have my own home."

"Everyone in the world knows that the red dragon's habitat is the Vermilion Sanctuary. If someone wants to harm you, they can easily find you."

A slight smile appeared on the Life-Binder's face. She looked at Nathanos as if he were just a child, and her worry about her sounded like the sky was falling.

"You should know that I am the Guardian Dragon. Even if I have lost the power from the Titan, I will never choose to run away when faced with danger."

"But your people are not as powerful as you. Even if you defeat the enemy in the end, there will be many casualties."

Alexstrasza tensed up, put away her smile, and frowned slightly. There was something she never told Nathanos. After defeating Deathwing, the Aspects lost their guardian.

However, this result not only made them weak, but also left them with nightmare-like sequelae. It was Kalecgos who discovered the abnormality at first. When he explained his situation in detail,

Other dragon kings found that they had lost the ability to have children.

"I have a question for you, Nathanos."

This time it was the Blighter who faced Alexstrasza with a surprised expression. His experience was completely incomparable to that of the Red Dragon Queen. Can he answer a question that even she didn't know the answer to?

"What is it?"

"How do you deal with the sterility of the Forsaken race?"

Alexstrasza felt Nathanos' strange gaze almost immediately. The Forsaken King was very smart, and the answer the Red Dragon Queen wanted to know was exactly the problem the dragons were facing now.

"Collect the undead who have not yet been enslaved, help the undead who still have minds to escape the control of the Lich King, or find those who have just been resurrected, and recruit them before they fall into madness."

Nathanos knew that his answer was of no reference to Alexstrasza, so when he finished speaking, silence came quietly.

The Blighter knows that what he just said must have irritated the Red Dragon Queen. There will be many casualties? There will no longer be new dragons born in this world. From now on, the number of dragons will only decrease with various accidents.

.Such a race...does it really have a future?

She could not accept the hopeless future of the race. Nathanos could understand the pain this brought to Alexstrasza, and he could also understand her determination to change the status quo.

After a long time, he spoke again: "When did this happen?"

"It should be... after defeating Deathwing." Alexstrasza's sweet voice became bitter. In order to appear less sad, she added: "But fortunately, my children and other tribesmen are not the same."

Wouldn't it be like me. That's fine."

That is useless, only the children born by the Dragon King will grow into giant dragons. Those young dragons or young dragons cannot support the future of their people.

Nathanos did not miss the decisive battle with the World Destroyer, but he participated more like a profit-taking attitude. Not only did he want to destroy Deathwing, but he also wanted to exhaust the power of the Aspect Dragons. He succeeded

, but also unintentionally hurt Alexstrasza.

"Thank you for telling me." The memory of using the power of time to test the Heart of Azeroth reminded Nathanos: collect the original essence of the Aspect Dragons to strengthen the power of the necklace. And Alexstrasza is by his side.

.

The Withered One's determined expression seemed to be swearing that he would solve this problem. Alexstrasza thought it was an illusion, but a fire of hope rose in her heart and was gradually growing stronger.

"Won't your people feel it's unfair if you give this place to me?" Alexstrasza asked. Only time will tell whether that hope can be realized. Now Alexstrasza has begun to reconsider the fate of doom.

The value of the gavel.
To be continued...