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The Withered One always believed that the person in front of him came from the time and space chosen by Kairoz, and that the Bronze Dragon deliberately chose the darkest, most depraved, and most powerful him. But the fact was that it was a conspiracy under the conspiracy. The Bronze Dragon was used

, he was just a springboard for another Nathanos to come to this timeline.

"The person you have to deal with is me. In this case, let her go and I will stay."

The Sinslayer laughed and said: "Do you think she is only valuable to me in bringing you here?" His voice became calmer, "Have you ever seen what she looked like after death? Or, in this world of yours?

, it should be what Alleria looked like after she died."

I haven't seen it, and I don't want to see it. The Withered One shouted in his heart.

Without warning, Nathanos leapt forward, war cries filling the air. He took three long strides. The swung blade was aimed at the Sinslayer's throat. In the blink of an eye, another one

The war blade blocked his attack.

"You actually still have love in your heart?"

The Sinslayer asked loudly after two or three rounds of fighting with the Wither. The duel between them was fierce. When one side found a flaw to launch an effective attack, the other side would launch the most powerful counterattack at the moment of suffering a loss.

"Look at what you look like." Sinslayer pointed at himself and reminded Wither. "Have you forgotten what kind of monster you are now?"

"I won't forget who I am because I became an undead?"

"opinionated!"

This time, the Sinslayer charged forward. The war blade embedded with blood-red runes radiated dazzling light in his hand, as if he was as eager to defeat the Wither as his master. But the Wither had no intention of dodging the charge.

Instead, he raised his weapon in a calm and unhurried manner, blocking the fatal slash.

"You have experienced that kind of pain a long time ago. You actually still have hope for something that no longer belongs to you." The Sinslayer sneered. The Withered One felt uneasy passing through his heart. His past has been completely controlled by the other party.

"It seems Alleria didn't hit you hard enough. You didn't take that as a warning."

"Now she regrets it," the Blightcaller responded, "I see the apology in her eyes."

"Then have you told her face to face that you have forgiven her?"

The Blightcaller's chest tightened strangely. He realized that he had never said a word to Alleria to forgive her. Why didn't he do this? Since he could be with Sylvanas, why couldn't he accept it?

His real wife?

The blood-red air blade flew towards the Wither. Before he could recover and catch the attack, he was forced back several steps. The blade helped him offset most of the force, but his trembling hands were still in pain.

.The Wither One was extremely surprised that he was so easily controlled by the enemy.

"Does her struggle and regret satisfy you? You enjoy her pain, right?" The Sinslayer sneered, and this smile made the Wither particularly uncomfortable. "Seeing you and Sylvanas

How would she feel if Si came so close? It must be very uncomfortable for her. You are retaliating against her in this way, aren't you? What do you think she is? "

The two war blades clashed together. The two people with the same name tried their best to press each other, and they were evenly matched for several seconds. The Sinslayer smiled and stared into the eyes of the Blighter.

"Are you nervous, have you been fooled by me?"

The Blightcaller wasted no time in the verbal spat. He gritted his teeth, concentrated, and then rained down attacks.

"Sylvanas knows that I am Nathanos from beginning to end. And Alleria, although there is a gap between me and her now, I have the opportunity to confess everything to her. And my son..."

The Witherer may have been dazzled, but he thought he saw the Sinslayer's expression suddenly darken for a moment when he heard these words. This was anger and jealousy.

"You may be right, Alleria's struggle made me feel a little happy, but this kind of revenge is meaningless at all. You can't refute one thing, that is, I hope to return to them, Alleria, Bello

Riel…”

"And Alexstrasza, her current relationship with you is really ambiguous. She is like your lover, isn't she?"

The Life-Binder was by his side simply out of duty. The Blighter felt no need to explain himself.

"Have you ever suffered betrayal? Not the kind of betrayal that is not understood, but the conspiracy..."

Hearing this, the Witherer was stunned. He had been teased many times by this person like him, and he had become more cautious and cautious, and would never be diverted again. But the Sinslayer did not stop asking questions.

His question... was sincere. And his eyes were a little sad.

"If you die because of the betrayal of the person you love most? Will you still stand up... to protect her?"

He has experienced betrayal, betrayal by his loved ones. But that kind of betrayal comes from misunderstanding and fear. The Blighter still remembers Alleria's expression at Maris Farm. It was heartbreaking pain and helplessness. It could be killed.

What betrayal was the sinner talking about? The Blighter suddenly thought of Terenas, an unsuspecting old man who just wanted to open his arms and embrace his son.

Yes, that's the feeling. That's what the Sin Killer wants to express.

Soon, the Sinslayer put away the sad look on his face, gritting his teeth as if he was scolding himself for being a sentimental idiot. He regained his expression that made the Blighter feel dangerous.

"Forget it, I don't need you to answer this question. In any case, the answer is not important anymore. What is important is that you will work for death just like me."

"Is this the reason why you chose to fall?" The Blighter saw the clues. "You were betrayed, so all you have left in your heart is revenge? Have you made any effort? To make those people change their minds?"

"enough!"

The red rune blade slammed downwards and penetrated the ground. The Sinslayer's eyes stared at the Wither, his eyes like a wolf and an eagle.

"Let you see the real power of death."

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and blood-like scarlet appeared in the darkness, as if he had arrived in hell. In this sudden change, many ribbons of black mist shot out from behind the Sinslayer, like a striped cloak.

The Witherer felt tremors spreading through his bones. One second, he saw the Sinslayer still standing more than ten meters away from him; the next second, in the blink of an eye, the other party suddenly disappeared in the same place.

The ground. Then only a few black shadows were seen, approaching him with sprinting movements.

The Rune Glaive shone with red light. The Wither's eyes could no longer capture his own movements, and he could only rely on his intuition to raise the weapon to block.

He blocked it. The war blade in his hand touched the opponent's weapon. However, the stinging pain on his left arm and back made him frown. Then there were more and more wounds on his right arm, left leg, back of hand... more and more wounds appeared on his body.

Another strong kick hit him in the abdomen. The Withered One stepped back and rolled onto the ground to stabilize his body. He couldn't stop panting, shocked by the true strength of the Sinslayer. And that

The person stopped temporarily.

His speed is unbelievable, the Blighter thought to himself.

The Sinslayer continued to advance, suppressing the Witherer with ferocious and powerful attacks. The Witherer couldn't help but be taken aback. He was forced to retreat, one step, two steps. His defense had reached its limit. The Sinslayer raised his war blade high, intending to kill the heavyweight in one fell swoop.

Nathanos who regained his emotions.

He had already won. The Wither also felt that he was going to die here, but the war blade hanging above his head never fell.

Under the gaze of the Wither, the Sinslayer clenched his sword and faced his eyes. His eyes suddenly began to wander. Although it was only a very slight movement, the Wither noticed this turning point. Something suddenly broke in.

This prevented a fair duel and disrupted the Sinslayer's intention to attack.

At that moment, a look of surprise flashed across the face of the Withered One. Then he gritted his teeth and seized this slim chance, roaring and launching a thrust. This was the only chance, if he was blocked, if he was dodged

However, he will definitely die, and Sylvanas! He cannot fail, no!

Just as he firmly believed, the war blade bit deeply into the flesh and blood, piercing a body. Only when he heard the painful groan coming from the Sinslayer's mouth did he feel victory.

The Sin-Slayer neither blocked the blow nor stepped aside. Surprise was written on his face. His vigorous brows seemed to prevent blood from gushing out, and indeed not a drop of blood spurted out from his body, not even from the corners of his mouth.

There was no blood either. The Withered One couldn't help but wonder if he had been injured at all.

"You...win!" The Sin-Slayer spit out these three words. His body turned into black smoke in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

The Blighter fell heavily to the ground. In the labored breathing, his chest heaved up and down, as if something was about to rush out of his body. There was still pain on his body. But he stood up quickly, and another

More urgent needs were burning his nerves. He raised his eyes and looked at Sylvanas.

He swallowed hard and immediately stepped forward. After taking only one step, his heel hit something.

Runeglaive?

The Sinslayer's weapon fell at his feet. The runes on the weapon shone with a soul-searing flame. He looked at it with all his concentration, and an impulse arose in his heart - to pick it up.

Then, his hand actually grasped the middle handle of the war blade, holding it firmly. Nathanos took a deep breath, when did this happen? This is a trap! Reason told the Witherbearer that he should

He immediately let go. But the curve of the blade handle fit perfectly in his palm, and he didn't want to give up.

Maybe this war blade was conscious. It knew that its master had been defeated, so it chose a more powerful master. Nathanos convinced himself this way.

Then, he cut off the iron chains on Sylvanas' body. The female elf lay in his arms, breathing steadily.

"It's all fine." He murmured. A portal had appeared at the entrance to the platform where he came from. Although he didn't understand why the ruler of this domain let him go, the other party probably wouldn't regard him as a mortal enemy.

At least not now...

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The huge body was unable to move, and his hands were locked by two iron chains. How long had it passed? Of course, time was meaningless to the plane he was in.

He is a mysterious being. No one in the universe knows about him. Even in the afterlife, few people mention him. His name is taboo. Have those who once locked him in the depths of darkness forgotten him?

He wanted to know.

The ground was shaking, and he raised his head. The dark fog gradually gathered in his sight, and finally transformed into a small thing. The fog dissipated, and Nathanos Sinslayer knelt in front of him, slowly holding his hands.

into a fist.

"Your order is strange." The undead stood up, raised his head, and walked slowly towards the giant. His tone was full of suspicion and anger.

The giant was wearing armor all over his body, and every move he made made a metallic clang sound.

"Didn't you say you were going to capture him? Why did you let him go again?" the crime slayer asked, obviously dissatisfied with the order he had just received.

For a long time, he didn't speak, just listening to the Sinslayer talk about the disadvantages of letting the Withered One go. All the words added up to only one question: Why did their plan have to be changed temporarily?
To be continued...