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When he heard Alexstrasza calling him, Nathanos thought he was hallucinating. For a few days, the Life-Binder barely spoke, let alone called him one after another... Now he regrets it.

No matter what he did, Alexstrasza could not be awakened.

She wouldn't be fainting from hunger. Maybe she was starving, but she didn't eat anything at all. Moreover, the Dragon Queen was not a frail little girl. Soon, the Blighter carefully inspected and discovered the small wounds on her feet. Around the wounds

Glowing green like moss.

It was easy to force out the venom, but Alexstrasza showed no signs of waking up.

It was a terrible thing to fall asleep in the ice and snow, and Nathanos could not move forward with a sleeping person.

Another dusk came, and as the sun set, the Withered One found a shelter on the ice field - a pile of raised boulders, where there was a place to withstand the cold wind of the long night. He lit a fire and took good care of the Red Dragon Queen.

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Food, water, he found these and wrapped a quilt around her body. Nathanos believed that no one in Frostfire Ridge had cold hands, but Alexstrasza was surrounded by warmth.

Undoubtedly the luckiest woman. But she had to wake up. Nathanos had tried various methods, but to no avail.

For several days, Nathanos has been condemning himself for how he could let this happen. It was Sylvanas before, and now Alexstrasza is also in the same situation. He once swore to protect himself.

people.

The fire in the camp never went out, and some predators followed the light and found them.

It was just an iron-jawed wolf at first, and Nathanos had discovered it long ago. When it was cautious, thinking that it could successfully attack by surprise, Salamani had already accurately landed. The witherer glanced at the corpse on the ground, and the hunter became a follower.

The food provided to Alexstrasza was a worthy death. However, he could not relax. Wolves are social animals, and the death of this wolf would only attract its companions.

Three hours later, they were surrounded. A whole pack of wolves gathered on the ice field. The saliva flowing under their fangs indicated that the wolves were also in urgent need of food because they were hungry. They approached Nathanos step by step, thinking

Wanting to take advantage of this delicious meal, the Iron-jawed wolves launched a charge.

There were enemies on both sides! Nathanos fired several bows and arrows, knocking down the wolves at the front. Blood spurted out from his black body like boiling lava under the snow.

Seeing their companions fall, the remaining charging Iron-jawed wolves almost fled out of instinct, but this idea was quickly dispelled by the unbearable feeling of hunger. They did not want to just give up the delicious meal they finally found.

The last wolf showed its sharp teeth and pounced on him crazily, but was penetrated by him with his sword.

At the end of the battle, Nathanos's body was spattered with blood. The beasts were not enough to hurt him. He looked back at Alexstrasza. The red dragon queen was not affected by the battle and fell asleep quietly.

She wouldn't like this sight, Nathanos thought, glad that the Life-Binder didn't have to witness it with his own eyes.

She still didn't wake up the next day, and Nathanos stayed by her side from dawn to dusk.

The carcasses of wolves surrounded the camp, forming a cordon, telling other creatures that if they dare to break into this place, there is only one way to die.

This trick was very effective, and the third day passed safely. The feeling of being alone is so bitter. Nathanos imagined that if he was alone on this journey, maybe he would have taken control of the situation and made all preparations.

Garrosh's Iron Horde will be led to their destruction by him.

So in the end, what can you get? The taste of victory is no longer joy, but natural and unremarkable.

With the Heart of Azeroth, the Blighter understands that he will face greater challenges, but he also believes that he will win. This is not self-confidence, but predicting the outcome in advance.

Suddenly, Nathanos subconsciously grabbed Alexstrasza's hand. This move was completely out of his fear born of worry. He may know his own victory, but what is the process? On the way to victory

What will he sacrifice? If it is to sacrifice those who care about him...

He focused his gaze on the beautiful elf face. He didn't speak for several days, just because he felt that Alexstrasza didn't want to hear his voice.

"I'm afraid of losing you." His voice was hoarse. The pain in his heart was just like when he lost Alleria.

"Please... don't leave."

On the fourth, fifth, and sixth days, ice worms, large wild boars, and gronn emerged from the underground. Dangerous creatures would approach every day. Nathanos hoped that Alexstrasza would be able to

When he woke up, he was disappointed more than once.

At dusk on the seventh day, someone came to disturb them again. The Blighters had never seen a wild wolf that could match the size of a clefthoof bull. This beast could not be described in words. There were scars on its eyes and fur.

There must be many hunters who wanted to challenge it, but they all failed.

It is undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

The giant wolf's next actions proved this point. The momentum and power it displayed when it charged forward reminded the Blightcaller of Varian.

The two jumped up at the same time and clashed for the first time in mid-air. Nathanos felt his right arm was hot, and the beast's claws left three bloody wounds on his body. He didn't care, knowing that the other party didn't either.

It felt so good, there was dark blood on Salameni's blade.

The giant wolf roared in pain, and staggered after landing. The frustration and trauma caused by Nathanos made it angry. Its eyes were scarlet, and it turned around, not caring about its own wounds, and quickly rushed towards Nathanos.

A second attack was carried out.

Nathanos rushed forward with two swords in hand. He stepped on the furry back of the giant wolf, raised his two swords high and stabbed hard towards the neck. The blood instantly stained his face and rough fur.

The giant wolf became even more furious. It rolled and threw away Nathanos, but the sword was still around its neck, quickly taking away its consciousness. She didn't give up yet, and the pain supported her huge body and let out the last

one strike.

It kicked its legs violently, opened its mouth wide, and aimed its teeth and claws at Nathanos. At the last moment of its life, there was only light in front of its eyes. The burning pain took away it.

Nathanos pulled out Salameni, left the hot body in place, covered his wounds, returned to Alexstrasza, and sat down on a stone. When the battle was over, the pain

It started to attack him. He looked at his scratched arm and cursed in a low voice. Alexstrasza would definitely be sad if she saw him destroying a life with the power of Azeroth.
Chapter completed!