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How could he suddenly feel like this? He had never felt this way before, not even when facing Garrosh. He had never been so nervous and painful.

"There is something unsettling this world." Nathanos repeated what he wanted to express. Alexstrasza looked a little confused. The Red Dragon Queen still didn't know his connection to this world.

"What is it?"

"I don't know." Nathanos swallowed again. His heart was obviously not beating, but he felt the pressure on his chest from the extremely fast heartbeat. He felt like he was suffering from dazzling eyesight, nausea, and was coughing.

After several blows, he finally regained his composure.

During this period, Alexstrasza tried to use her own power to help him ease the pain. Although it was of little use, he forced himself to smile at the Red Dragon Queen.

"Thank you, I'm feeling better."

Alexstrasza used her palms to help Nathanos stand up.

"I have to think about what just happened." The Blighter gasped, "I think this means what is about to happen."

"Why don't you tell me that you will... be like this?" Life-Binder asked, his eyes full of tenderness. Maybe telling her can get her help, but this will also bring the red dragons to a standstill.

Get involved in strife. The Blighted Ones are unwilling to do so.

"I will tell you." Nathanos rubbed his forehead, "But I don't want to bring you any trouble. I would rather confess everything to you in a more relaxed atmosphere." He bowed and left, wanting to

Find a quiet place to think about what just happened. He came to the upper elf's secret room and heard that this was the place where a fallen prince usually stayed.

This happened only once.

After Nathanos summoned the Heart of Azeroth and integrated it with this necklace, he felt for the first time that this jewelry was so uneasy. It trembled slightly in his hand, as if he was afraid of letting it go.

.The Azerite energy that gave him infinite power was rapidly surging, and he was eager to try. It was a pity that he couldn't see what was causing this abnormality. Otherwise, he could have prepared in advance.

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Zandalar's geographical location is closer to the Eastern Kingdoms. Nathanos decided to set off from Lordaeron for a quick visit to that land. This journey was top secret, and many senior generals of the Forsaken did not know about it.

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The night before departure, Mortus told Nathanos that Sylvanas had been to Lordaeron before and wanted to meet him.

They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and it was time to meet again. The Blighter thought that if he wanted to reveal his secret to others, Sylvanas should be the first one.

He scheduled the meeting after the trip to Zandalari was over.

For the first time, the Withered Sword represented the Forgotten on a route that had never been sailed before. In the captain's room, Nathanos was measuring on the map with a tool.

Zandalar is a name older than the night elves, and it was the past ruler of this world. Although there is only one island left in the territory, no one will not admire this empire that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. What's more,

, the power of Zandalari cannot be underestimated. Their actions in Pandaria have shocked the world.

Before setting off, Nathanos also consulted a large amount of information. The first time the name Zandalari was written into the archives was before the Dark Portal was opened. At that time, some Zandalari trolls in Stranglethorn Vale were dedicated to

To solve the problem of the Blood God Hakkar. Many years later in Northrend, the Zandalari trolls dealt with the corrupted ice trolls in Zul'Drak. The good news is: this troll tribe distinguishes between good and evil; bad

The news is: The Forsaken had a war with them on the Isle of Thunder. The Forsaken and Zandalari are now hostile.

To say the least, the conflict between the Forsaken and Zandalari only stems from differences in philosophy. But if someone from either side appears on the other side's land, the conflict will escalate into an invasion, let alone the Nasdaq.

Thanos is now on his way to Zandalar.

"How is the situation on the sea?" Nathanos raised his head and asked the sailor in front of him.

"The fog is very thick now, Your Majesty. It will take some time for the observers to search for traces of the landing on the observation deck."

"There's no need to worry." The Blighter said, "We have plenty of time. Let's tell the crew that concealment is the most important thing."

The Loa gods served by the Zandalari trolls are all kinds of strange. Each one has a special ability. If you can't avoid their sight, it is impossible to reach Zandalari unnoticed.

Nathanos picked up the book pressed against the corner of the map and looked up and down. The book in his hand told the ancient history of Zandalari. The content of the book was outdated, and it was written about the Zandalar Empire ten thousand years ago.

However, the Blight Ones believe that they can still find some useful information from these ancient records.

The ship sailed smoothly. The navigator ensured that the direction was correct, at first. But later, Nathanos saw uncertainty on his face. After questioning, he learned that the fog had completely obscured it.

their way forward.

The Withered One's face seemed to stiffen. He stared at the chart on the desk in silence for a while before he replied: "Lower the sails to half. Everyone remains alert."

After saying that, he walked out of the captain's cabin and immediately felt the difference in the air. The sea breeze smelled of salt, and although it was cloudy, there was a heat wave that hit his face.

They are almost reaching their destination.

"Something's approaching," the observer shouted from above the hull. "Northeast."

Nathanos may not be the first to look over, but like the Forsaken who quickly shifted his gaze, all he saw was a vast expanse of white. He could only hear the sound, the flying wings, which were smaller than

The gryphon's is much larger.

A pterodactyl suddenly burst out of the fog and quickly passed over the Withering Sword. Almost at the same time, the observer who issued the warning fell down with a spear on his chest.

"Damn it," Nathanos cursed.

Five more spears flew from behind the white mist, with excellent aim, and rained down mercilessly on the Forsaken crew. Four sailors and another Terror Guard fell on the deck.

Including the one just now, the opponent had a total of six members. Nathanos realized that this should be the Zandalari patrol force on the coast.

The Forsaken on the ship quickly entered combat mode.

"Only bows and arrows!" shouted Nathanos, and the wind carried his voice to the Forsaken who were loading cannons and loading guns. Regardless of whether this order was forced or not, it was necessary to carry out the gunfire and ammunition.

The sound will only attract more trolls' attention.

Storm-like arrows were fired from the ship, flying over the head of Nathanos, weaving into a giant web and covering the enemy. Nathanos had been counting the number of trolls shot down. Only two trolls were left.

Eliminate. What's surprising is that these guys didn't run away, but had the guts to continue attacking.

"We can't let them go back alive!" The Blighter shouted. His eyes suddenly twisted, and his neck and hands reacted at the same time. Not only did he avoid the spear that wanted to kill him, but he also caught it.

Attacking him was a mistake. Nathanos decided to tell this truth to those who didn't understand this. When another pterodactyl flew out of the fog, it immediately became a target. The spear was thrown by Nathanos

When he got out, the troll riding on the back of the pterodactyl fell into the sea.

The sound of the flying pterodactyl mount revealed its position. Nathanos drew his bone bow. The bow and arrow surrounded by dark energy shot through the head of the last troll.

"Have we won, Your Majesty?" the captain ran over and asked.

"No, we have been exposed." Nathanos responded. He walked to the edge of the hull and stared at a corpse floating on the sea. The bright red blood would attract sharks. But they had died well. The mission of the patrol

Instead of driving away enemies who have broken into the territory, they should report abnormal situations to the base camp at any time. These trolls are just trying to delay time. They must have sent people back to report the situation before they attack.

"Collect the wounded and speed up. We are very close to land."

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It was already night when the ship docked. The ship's hull came to a stop after violent friction with the beach.

Under the dark moonlight, the trees looked crooked, and there was a hint of decay in the air.

Nathanos pulled down his hood, showing a dissatisfied look. Bwonsamdi never said that his lair was a swamp. The good news for the Forsaken is that they can only see fireflies.

No unnatural light.

Even the trolls are unwilling to come to this place, considering how dangerous it is. Bwonsamdi called this place "Nazmir", a very suitable name.

"Your Majesty, would you like to investigate before going ashore?" the captain asked.

"No, let everyone stay on the ship and not leave at all." Nathanos put on his hood again. "You guys wait for me here."

The captain opened his mouth in surprise, "Are you going alone? It's too dangerous."

"Obey the order." The Withered One said angrily, stood on the railing beside the ship, jumped onto the beach on the coast, and went deep into the jungle without looking back.

He'd been to a lot of places that disgusted him, and now there was one more name added to the list.

There are swamps everywhere. Traces of the activities of giant pythons and crocodiles can be seen everywhere. Piranhas can be seen in the lakes. There are also primitive animals such as Lenognathus and Devilsaurus. The most intimidating thing is the humanoid skeleton. It seems that there are not none here.

Troll.

From time to time, bugs would fly into Nathanos' face, and eventually, he would have to use dark power to drive them away.

Where is the Loa of Death? The Blighter's patience is being tested. Bwonsamdi is a somewhat exaggerated Loa, and his territory must be easy to identify. But after walking for so long, he still doesn't feel the Death.

Aura, I feel like I'm being watched.

He looked around and saw nothing, only a frog jumping out of the grass.

But the intuition of being followed is so strong...

Another idiot. Nathanos turned around suddenly, easily grabbed the attacker's neck, and knocked the dagger out of his hand. The poison on it smelled really bad.

This was a Zandalari troll wearing a dark purple robe. He looked a bit like a cultist. Just as Nathanos was about to strangle his neck, he then thought about it, why not let this guy take him to Bwonsamdi's territory?

?

Nathanos let go of his hand and let the troll fall to the ground, giving him some time to breathe.

"Say your name, troll. Seize the chance you can still speak." He said in the language of the Darkspear trolls. There are many branches of trolls, but their languages ​​​​have many similarities.

The troll slowly raised its head, with a cruel smile on its face, like a madman. It muttered a name: "Hanzabu."

It was a very appropriate name for the troll. Nathanos nodded. "Listen, troll, I'll give you a chance to live and guide me. I can forget about what you just did."

"I'm not afraid of death." Hanzabu stood up without any sign of defeat. "I welcome death. Death will only bring me to my god."
To be continued...