…………

The man was undoubtedly an undead, with only his red eyes exposed. He held a war blade in his hand, which was very similar to Nathanos's.

"Who are you?" Sylvanas picked up her bow and aimed at the man on the roof. She couldn't smell the other person's scent. This was a dangerous signal.

The answer she got was two corpses, which the man had lowered from the roof to her feet. Sylvanas recognized them as soldiers of Nathanos. They were undoubtedly dead now.

The arrow on the string flew away and shot towards the man's eyebrow. Just when it was about to hit the target, Sylvanas saw with her own eyes that her bow and arrow was firmly grasped by the mysterious power. Then, the man just moved.

She moved her fingers, and the frozen arrow turned and aimed at her.

That person must be laughing. Sylvanas thought so in her heart. The moment the bow and arrow went back and forth, her eyes tightened and she rolled back. The arrow almost missed her face. Her hood slipped down to the back of her neck. A wisp of

The hair that was shot by the arrow slowly fell in front of my eyes.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth, looked away, and suddenly realized that the person was gone. Just as she was looking for him, a strong wind suddenly blew in front of her, disturbing her sight. The coolness on her back made her tremble.

That person was behind her! Her instinct told her. Sylvanas drew out her sword and swept backwards. She met the chopping blade head-on. When the blades collided, the hilt of the sword was almost worn through her.

The skin on the palm of her hand. Although Sylvanas tried her best and never let go, the moment she saw her weapon falling apart, she was still shocked by this terrible situation.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful enemy in front of her clenched a fist filled with blood-red energy and hit her in the abdomen. All the air in Sylvanas's lungs was squeezed out. The thin armor on her body

It had no effect at all. She lost her center of gravity, flew backwards, and rolled three times on the ground before stopping.

She tasted the blood at the corner of her mouth and felt the flesh and blood in her abdomen churning. Sylvanas was lying on the ground. The person who knocked her down slowly walked over. One end of the war blade seemed to be sliding on the ground. Death was coming.

It was approaching, and she was already dying.

"Who...are you?" she asked, coughing. She wanted to know the answer. Since this man appeared at Maris Farm, he must be planning to do harm to Nathanos. But why? He was also born as an undead.

Choose to be an enemy of the leader of the Forsaken. Could he be from another organization of the dead?

Sylvanas could only think of the Scourge and the Knights of the Ebon Blade. But the Scourge has been dormant for many years, and the Knights of the Ebon Blade also have diplomatic relations with the Forsaken. This person must not be from these two.

So what exactly is he...

"I still like you when you're dead. But you'd better be alive now."

This voice? Sylvanas opened her eyes wide, raised her head and stared at the man who was hidden in black clothes.

"After all, you can't catch big fish with dead prey," the man added.

"You are..." The female elf raised her finger and pointed at him, disbelief replaced the fear in her heart. This is impossible, how is this possible?

"I'm really sorry for deceiving you. That letter was written by me."

Sylvanas heard the sound of ridicule, but she no longer cared whether she was in a trap. Especially when she saw that the other party pulled down his hood and revealed a face that was exactly the same as Nathanos, she already

Almost stopped breathing.

"you……"

The man knelt down on one knee and leaned close to Sylvanas' face so that Sylvanas could see more clearly. "Hello, my name is Nathanos Sinslayer. It's been a long time no see..."

"You..." Sylvanas choked, her throat blocked by tension, and she could no longer say a word.

"Shh." The Sinslayer made a silencing gesture. He moved closer and locked his eyes with Sylvanas' eyes. "Now, please take a short sleep. The real show is about to take place.

.”

The female elf's head felt so heavy, and her eyelids gradually closing were like her shaky will. Before everything returned to darkness, she only heard the Sinslayer's words: "One more person is left."

…

When he returned to Azeroth, Nathanos specifically asked Bwonsamdi how long it had been. The answer was ten minutes. He found it a bit incredible. In the other world, he roughly estimated that he and Bwonsamdi chatted for several times.

hours, but in Azeroth it is only the time to make a pot of tea.

"You know enough, Blighter. You are not a resident of the Shadow Realm. It is not good to know too much."

"What are you worried about?" Nathanos asked.

"I only worry about whether every transaction I make is a good deal." Loa, the god of death, replied. "You must keep this matter secret. What you know and see cannot be told to others."

"Why?"

"Every living creature will think about the world after death, consciously or unconsciously. But that is just a guess. If one day they really know where their souls go after death, their views on death will change.

Death may not be worth fearing in their eyes."

Therefore, some of them will despise life, and some will choose to end their lives to end the responsibilities they bear while living. Nathanos nodded.

"I'll keep it a secret."

"The deal between you and me is over, Blightcaller, you can leave. But be careful, you may have been targeted. Nazmir is more than just old Bwonsamdi and a Loa."

Leaving Hades. This short trip to Zandalar should also be over. Nathanos returned to the Withering Sword as quickly as possible. When he arrived, the captain was discussing with his lieutenant whether to send someone to search for it.

he.

Fortunately, they didn't do this. Nathanos breathed a sigh of relief. There is nothing good in the jungle of Nazmir.

With the help of the rope, the Blighted Ones jumped on the deck in twos and twos, giving instructions to the captain about the specific return direction, and also asked the chart-drawers to record the route from Lordaeron to Zandalar.

"Your Majesty! The sky! Trolls! Lots of trolls!"

Suddenly, the observer holding the telescope screamed. Nathanos looked in the direction pointed by his finger. Above the dim jungle, as the Forgotten One said, there were at least hundreds of fully armed Zandalari.

The pterodactyl knights were approaching them. Their mounts howled, making the originally quiet night suddenly lively.

It couldn't have come at a better time!

"Set sail immediately!" Nathanos roared like thunder. "All the artillery is in position, the musketeers are loaded, and they will open fire as soon as they approach."

A whole team of archers are ready. Their arrows are already on the strings, ready to go. The sound of drawing the bow strings is neat and powerful. The rhythmic sound of the musketeers loading sounds is also so exciting. The personnel in charge of the artillery kneel

Next to the shell pile, it can be loaded and fired at any time.

Fortunately, the crew members stayed on the ship, and they were able to act as quickly as possible in response to the Wither One's orders.

"Your Majesty, they are coming!" the captain shouted.

The Blightcaller has sailed into the sea, but the Zandalar pterodactyls are not going to let go of the Forsaken ship. They are already within range.

"Fire immediately." Nathanos pointed at the enemy in the sky with the bone bow in his hand.

All the long-range weapons hit them like a storm. The Zandalari trolls rushing at the front had no time to dodge and became a living target. Their recklessness alerted their compatriots behind them. The remaining pterodactyl knights scattered in all directions.

Surrounded the Withering Sword.

Bows, arrows and spears came from all angles.

The attack of the Zandalari attackers had threatened the Forsaken on the ship. An arrow passed through only a few inches away from Nathanos's arm. Then, more arrows shot over, and then

It seemed like a sudden rain falling in early summer.

"Sail away from this sea area immediately. Terror Guards, protect the captain!"

The Terror Guards surrounding Nathanos were obviously caught off guard by this order, but the Dark Lord's wishes could not be violated. They raised their shields and approached the captain at the helm.

It may be possible to destroy this group of trolls, but it will waste a lot of time. The longer it takes, the more troll reinforcements may arrive. Nathanos believes that he can rely on his own energy to protect himself.

He did not dare to let down his guard at all, and dodged every arrow that was shot at him. He also fought back in the same way, and the arrows shot from the bone bow could be said to be 100% accurate. He reached back again, and suddenly found the quiver.

It was empty. He frowned. At least half of the Zandalar trolls in the sky had not been defeated.

"Fire with full force. Ship speeds up."

Only the previous order was carried out by the crew.

"Your Majesty, there is no wind now." the captain reminded.

The ship's speed is actually not slow, but it's not slow enough. Nathanos doesn't want something to go wrong at this time. If it continues to be delayed, more and more people will die. All he can do is...

Azeroth, if you can hear me, please help me break through this dilemma. Nathanos's right hand glowed with a dazzling luster. He carefully guided the energy in his hand, thinking that if he gathered it first, he would be able to move towards it.

The sky spread release may be able to shoot down many enemies.

A sudden sway under his feet caused him to stop what he was doing.

The speed of the ship suddenly increased. Nathanos struggled to stand still and realized that the accident could not be caused by the wind, but by the ocean current.

But there were no ocean currents on the way here.

Nathanos thought of something. He searched around on the sea, and finally saw a rock protruding from the sea very far away. It was just a reef, and half of a human figure could be vaguely distinguished on the reef. That

The person stretched out her hands as if performing some kind of ritual. Nathanos knew that every wave of her fingers would move the waves. The tides and waves were under her control.

"Everyone, hold on to the railing!"

The Forsaken all noticed something was wrong with the ship under their feet, but this wrongness happened to help them. The Withered Sword broke out of the encirclement.

The Zandalar trolls have given up the chase. Their mounts are unable to fly for long periods of time.

The Withered Sword gradually sailed away from the kingdom of the trolls. The driving force was also fading. The ship's speed returned to normal, and Nathanos stayed beside the ship, stretching his head to look at the shadow of the island until Zanda

In his eyes, it became smaller and smaller, further and further away.

No crew members cheered, no crew members spoke. Nathanos was relieved that they all understood that this was nothing to celebrate. The Forsaken had completely gained an enemy today.

The losses suffered during this trip far exceeded Nathanos' expectations, and dozens of Forsaken were killed. Their bodies were carefully kept in the cabin, and when they returned to Lordaeron, they were sent to Deathstroke for burial.

"Your Majesty, what just happened?" the captain came over and asked.
To be continued...