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"A rebellion broke out in the fortress, and the admiral has investigated the mastermind behind it. He..." Claudia stopped talking, feeling that there was something wrong with her description. If there were rebels stationed in the fortress, why would Nathano

Si and others were able to come in, but it was very quiet outside now, which made her feel strange.

Sylvanas noticed Claudia's confusion. The moment they arrived at the fortress, they were also shocked by the changes here. The ghosts clearly retained their will, but attacked them for no reason. "We have solved it.

Those people outside." The Ranger General sighed.

Claudia nodded and turned her head towards Nathanos.

"Who is the mastermind Taylor refers to?"

"It's Ephial!" she said, "He is a mage who is accompanying the troops on the expedition, but..."

"Where is he?"

"He went towards the farm, just behind the fort."

"Is he alone?"

Claudia lowered her head in despair, "The admiral asked us to find ways to save the survivors, but he wanted to handle this matter alone, and we never heard from him again."

Obviously something happened to Taylor. Nathanos couldn't believe that despite owning a fortress, Taylor and his men still encountered misfortune. And what worries the Blighters most is that everyone in this fortress

He died of a long-forgotten magic. He hadn't seen necromancy for many years. Taking away people's lives without their knowledge, Nathanos thought of what Kel'Thuzad created in Lordaeron.

The plague. He had a hunch that the anomaly here was related to the Sinslayer.

"We must find out the truth."

"Yes, and go now." Nathanos was about to turn around when his keen eyes found another item on the table. "What is that?"

"It's Admiral Taylor's diary."

Nathanos picked up the thick diary, threw it to the idle Reshad, and told him to keep it.

…

Many people thought that the Church of the Damned God would die with the failure of the Lich King.

On the day Icecrown Citadel was breached, most of the Scourge's combat power was wiped out. The biggest loss was the fall of Arthas. Without the power of its master, the undead creatures became uncontrollable. The surviving members of the cult

Hiding. Ephial is one of the survivors.

That time was really dark. Ephial still remembers it vividly. The most unfortunate thing is that he, like everyone else, was abandoned. After sensing that another Lich King was born, Ephial prayed humbly and tried to get protection.

, but only the cold wind of Icecrown responded to him. The Lich King would not favor Arthas' followers. In fact, he was just a means for the living people to control the Scourge.

Not only him, but many people feel desperate. The Cult of the Cursed God is nothing if they lose their allegiance. Therefore, perhaps thinking that they are no longer a threat, the Silver Northern Expedition and the Knights of the Ebon Blade did not fully encircle and suppress the Cult of the Cursed God. Some believers are still alive.

After many years, some people died in the war, and there were only a handful of people left. Even if they were alive, they became lonely ghosts and could only hide in the world of the living to survive.

In a cold winter when he was abandoned, Ephial stayed alone in his small house, praying in the basement, hoping that one day he would be favored by death again.

As usual, he would make a hexagonal shape with candles, and in the middle of the candles there would be an enshrinement tablet from the Cult of the Damned. Although he had no hope, when he finished praying silently, a voice answered him. He was given a new

His mission is to follow Taylor to Draenor, just to realize his own value in an unstoppable grand plan.

Everything went smoothly. Ephial solved Taylor and used him as bait to attract the real prey.

There was movement outside the farm. Ephial put down the grimoire in his hand, and the only spell in it had been memorized by him.

…

"There he is!"

Taylor's soul was suspended in mid-air by four chains, and his body fell directly below, surrounded by a runic circle.

"Admiral?" Sylvanas tried to wake him up.

The strange thing is that Taylor's soul still retains consciousness. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and shook excitedly when he saw Sylvanas, but the chains tightly bound him, "Ranger General, hurry up.

Help me get down, we don't have much time. Ephial killed my men and turned them into..."

"You're so bold, Tyler."

Ephial walked out of the farm hut, wearing a blue gown and brown linen trousers, with a sinister smile on his face.

This was a simple disguise. Nathanos saw through it at a glance. He stepped forward over Sylvanas and asked: "Directly extracting the soul of a living person from the body. Only Frostmourne has such an ability. Why do you

Can you use such evil magic?"

As if guessing that he would ask, Ephial quickly replied: "A dark supreme has promised me many things, and in return I will realize his will."

"Who is it?"

"This is a secret." Ephial tore off his disguise. He is a psychic of the Cult of Curse. "He wants me to kill you before you find out the truth."

Out of vigilance, Nathanos glanced around and found no smell of an ambush, which meant that Ephial had no helpers and he himself was too weak to pose a threat. The Blighter knew that it would be easy to kill this remnant of the natural disaster.

But the confidence hidden in the other person's smile is unsettling.

"Only you?" He wanted to see what tricks Ephial would play, and secretly sent out a gesture to let Sylvanas prepare for battle.

"Before I begin, I have something to say to you."

"Are these last words?"

The psychic shook his head and said in the clearest voice: "The Sinslayer asked me to say hello to you."

All vigilance was thrown away, Nathanos pulled out Salameni, and in the blink of an eye he put the sword against Ephial's chest.

"Where is he?"

"Here!"

Nathanos did not expect what happened next. This guy seemed to have been aware of it for a long time. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Salamani, thrust it into his body hard, and murmured some mysterious language in his mouth.

Spell.

The filthy darkness spurted out from the wound. Nathanos released the hilt of the sword in time and jumped back. But Salamani was not spared. The weapon that had accompanied the Wither through countless battles was now wrapped in shadow.

Together with Ephial's body, he was swallowed up by that energy.

"Did he escape?"

"No, he is dead." Nathanos kept staring at the place where Salamani disappeared. "He has achieved his goal. What he wanted is my weapon."

"arms?"

It is too difficult to explain clearly, and even Nathanos does not know some of the doubts, but what happened just now reminded Nathanos - he sacrificed Salamani.

"Thank you, General."

Sylvanas had already helped Taylor break free. Nathanos turned to look at them, his mind racing. The Sinslayer just sent a psychic. If he himself was there...this time

What he lost was his weapon. What about next time? Sylvanas would only be in danger if she continued to follow him, and he could not guarantee her safety.

"Sylvanas, we must split up when we take over."

"Are you going to take risks alone again?"

"Please, Sylvanas. This is not a joke." Nathanos couldn't remember the last time he was so emotional. The female elf was startled by his angry request. "Ciel

Vanas, just now Ephial just took away my sword. I can’t imagine what I will lose next, but if you are involved in this, I will erase this possibility from the source. So...

He swallowed dryly, "Please stop following me. Take Taylor back to the Falling Moon, tell the Alliance the bad news, and stop the Iron Horde with others. This is what you should do."

For a moment, Sylvanas didn't know how to speak. She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, wondering if she was a burden to him?

Understanding what she was thinking, the anger was blown away by a gust of wind. The Wither's eyes stared sideways, not meeting hers. He had already made up his mind to let her leave.

"Then, as you wish, Your Majesty the King."

These words stabbed Nathanos's body like a knife, but he suppressed a trace of trembling.

"Sir." Ryshad approached Nathanos and raised his head to remind: "We should go to Terokk's Crow's Nest."

When Nathanos turned around, Sylvanas and Taylor had already left. He didn't notice exactly when. Fortunately, the two did not have too many quarrels.

"Of course, go now, I want to see Ansu immediately."

The sooner you learn the truth, the better.

…

Ner'zhul failed, and sadly he witnessed his own failure. A few months ago, Grommash's messenger found him and gave him a choice - join, or perish.

In order to save the clan, Ner'zhul chose to join, but surrender is not enough. The Iron Horde cannot tolerate the weak. Every member who joins the Iron Horde must have its own value. In this regard, the Shadowmoon Clan is completely inferior to Blackstone or Blackstone.

Shattered Hand. Ner'zhul still remembers Grommash's words: "What use are astrology and precognition in the face of steel and gunpowder? Show some real skill, otherwise all your people will die."

Ner'zhul didn't understand why Grommash's attitude towards him was much worse than that of other clan warlords. Maybe the prophet who followed him at the time said something behind his back. It doesn't matter. In order to prove that the Shadowmoon clan is not

Weaker than others, he must make another choice.

The people of the Shadowmoon clan have always drawn magic from the earth and the moon. About three centuries ago, the ancestors sensed another kind of magic, a dark power. That is void magic. It can corrode the human mind, making it difficult to use it.

The people were corrupted, driving them crazy. From then on, the Shadowmoon Clan strictly prohibited the use of void magic.

In the face of the steel craze, Ner'zhul could only turn to the silent night sky. He chose to break the ancient law and use the power of the Dark Star. He had personally promised Grommash that the Dark Star would disintegrate Karabor

The defense of the draenei in the temple. But the result was exactly the opposite of what he said. The Dark Star was purified and became an ally of the enemy, helping the draenei destroy the steel fleet that besieged the temple of Karabor.
To be continued...