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Quel'Thalas

Nathanos had packed his things and was about to leave. He did not go with Turalyon's army. Although Turalyon tried his best to persuade him, he still refused the paladin's invitation. Some things are more convenient for him to do alone.

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"Are you leaving?" Before Nathanos could take a few steps away, Sylvanas appeared behind him and said, "Why don't you say goodbye to me?"

"I thought you were dealing with military affairs. After all, you are gathering the army, which should be very troublesome." Nathanos looked at her and spoke to her carefully.

"But there is still time to say goodbye." The female elf approached him and handed a gorgeous blue long bow to him. "Here you go."

"Given it to me? It looks like it's worth a lot of money." Nathanos looked at it carefully after the result. His previous wooden bow was damaged, and he originally planned to make another one.

Sylvanas looked at Nathanos's expression. He obviously liked his gift. The female elf smiled and said, "The name of this bow is Loungoru, and it is known as the Heart-Splitting Bow.

This is in return for your help in Quel'Thalas."

Nathanos stretched out his hand and pulled the bow string, and the effect was very good. "Thank you, you must hope that I use this bow to hunt more orcs."

"I will make them pay the price." Sylvanas' eyes flashed with anger. "The tribe and those dragons will be judged for the atrocities here." She said every word with hatred, Nathanos can

Understand her anger. "They will pay with blood for my relatives."

"You know everything?" Nathanos said in a low tone, concealing a hint of surprise. Sylvanas was too calm, which gave Nathanos a bad feeling.

"I am also a Windrunner, and Alleria has no reason to hide it from me." Sylvanas said, reaching out and grabbing a corner of Nathanos's chest, which still had traces of moisture.

"She must have been crying for a long time." The female elf looked up at Nathanos. The observation skills of the two sisters were enough to rival him. The human nodded and replied: "She is in pain, and I believe you are too."

"Do you love her?"

"What?" Nathanos looked at the female elf in surprise. How could she ask such a question? It's ridiculous and ridiculous. He has never considered emotional issues, nor did he intend to.

"Alleria, do you love her?" the female elf asked again.

"What kind of question is this? This is so stupid. Elves and humans?"

"Are you prejudiced against race?"

"Of course not, it's just that you asked too suddenly." Nathanos touched his chin. He was still wondering if this was a trap dug by Sylvanas, waiting for him to jump into it, but now

The situation seems to be no joke at all.

"If your answer is yes, you should stay. For her, or... for others." Sylvanas said and fell silent.

Nathanos looked at her for a long time before replying: "She is not alone...and you are the same." He told her the answer. Sylvanas' expression flashed with a hint of depression, and then suddenly felt that she was a little selfish, she

There is Alleria around, so who is around Nathanos? She hopes that Nathanos will stay, not only her hope, but also Alleria. But the situation in Lordaeron is very critical at this time, and

His family was there, and Sylvanas didn't think she should stop him.

She nodded, "I will stand with her." Sylvanas said firmly: "In the past, Alleria only had Silvermoon City on her shoulders, but now she is the new master of the Windrunner family.

, I will help her handle everything. This war has changed many people, including her and me, and nothing can separate us again."

Nathanos sighed, and Sylvanas' words also affected him. He wanted to know how his family was doing now: "I envy you very much, Sylvanas."

The female elf let go of his clothes, turned around, and said back to him: "I realized how valuable they are only after I lost my family. But it's too late! Don't make the same mistake again, go find your family.

Have a safe journey, Nathanos."

"Have a safe trip, Sylvanas."

alliance

Anduin Lothar lifted the brim of his hat and looked around. He wiped the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand and pulled out the sword from the orc corpse.

"Is this the last batch, Marshal Lothar?" a soldier asked.

"I don't know, soldier," Lothar replied truthfully, keeping his eyes on the nearby trees. "I hope so, but I think there should be more.

"How many of these monsters are there here?" Another warrior complained. He stepped on an orc and pulled out his axe. The corpses of some monsters that were obviously smaller than the orcs were mixed with the orc corpses. There was no such thing in the tribe.

They were all orcs. It was a nasty skirmish, and the thick branches above blocked the Wildhammer Griffins' view, so Lothar and his warriors had to rely on them for these battles.

"Stay vigilant." Lothar replied absentmindedly, and then he smiled at the soldiers and said, "It's less now, isn't it?" The soldiers laughed. These soldiers came from different kingdoms, Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and

There were a small number from Gilneas and even Alterac. In addition, he also brought some soldiers from Stormwind City. In the past few weeks, they had abandoned the fighting between nations to unite. Now

, they are soldiers of the Alliance, they walk together like brothers, which makes Lothar proud of them. If the remaining soldiers are like them, he feels that they have a chance to win, they will win this battle and achieve success in the future.

of peace.

Then he saw someone moving on the side of the woods. "Be on guard." He warned, and then he squatted down carefully and pointed his sword at the moving place. But a human, not an orc, flashed out of the woods.

.is his own soldier!

"Marshal!" the soldier said breathlessly. He was not injured, but he still held his sword tightly. "Marshal!" Only then did Lothar notice that he was holding a piece of parchment in one hand.

He handed the parchment to Lothar without saying anything.

"Thank you," he said, casually taking the note. A soldier gave the orderer a water bag, which he gratefully accepted. Lothar quickly scanned everything described on the parchment, and then he gritted his teeth.

The soldiers around him became nervous because of his actions.

"What does it say, Marshal?" a soldier finally asked. Lothar raised his head, his fingers trembling a little, as if he was holding some annoying bugs in his hands. "Is it something bad?

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Lothar nodded, anxious about the intelligence he had just received. "The Horde has begun to attack Lordaeron," he said softly, but it immediately caused a commotion among some soldiers. "They may be attacking the capital now!"

"What should we do?" A soldier from Lordaeron asked nervously. "We should go to Lordaeron immediately."

But Lothar shook his head. "This is too far from Lordaeron." He said sadly to the soldier: "Now, we first need to complete our mission here. We must ensure that the tribes in the Hinterlands are

Annihilate, and the tribe must not be allowed to gain a foothold here."

His soldiers nodded, although they were not happy to wipe out the remaining soldiers in the woods and leave their relatives and friends to face the Horde. Lothar could see their thoughts. "Turalyon and the remaining Alliance troops are already heading towards Lordaeron.

On the way." He comforted them, and some soldiers also showed happy expressions. "He will help defend Lordaeron." He tightened his grip on his sword. "And now, we finish the things here.

After that, he will march towards the capital, and then completely wipe out the enemy troops that fled under his attack."

The soldiers cheered for his words, and even though Lothar was freezing inside now, he still managed to squeeze out some smiles. He knew that his soldiers were happy because reinforcements were coming to Lordaeron, and at the same time, they were excited about their upcoming victory.

Cheers. He hoped that getting together was as simple as he said. But he knew that the premise of everything was that Lordaeron must defend before Turalyon's reinforcements arrived.

"Enough rest," he said after relaxing his soldiers for a few seconds, "make sure there are no remaining orcs around here, and then we will gather at the Eagle's Nest Mountain." These soldiers nodded in obedience, then picked up their weapons and began to line up.

Lothar began to direct them into the dense jungle again, and the messenger also returned to their team.

Maris Farm

The orc Groat has been imprisoned for seven full days. At least the bucket Nathanos placed next to him has bottomed out. A small piece of bread in his hand is the only food left. If Nathanos does not come back, he will

He was starving. Grote did not intend to continue struggling and try to get rid of the chains in his hands. This would only waste his strength. The human who imprisoned him might be dead! Thinking of this, Grote laughed inadvertently.

Humans must have died on the battlefield. He took a bite of bread, and then pondered his fate. He was locked up here and no one cared about him. "I will starve to death." Grote gritted his teeth and said, it was impossible for him.

There was no fear, and suddenly Nathanos was still alive in his heart just now, so that he could come back and give him more food. Grote felt stupid for putting his hope on a human being. Sheep outside the warehouse

The barking of farm dogs reached his ears. He had been very tired of hearing the sounds of these animals these days, but this time he also heard footsteps. The door of the warehouse was opened again. It had been a few days.

Grote, who had not seen the light, felt very dazzling. After a long time, he saw Nathanos standing in front of the door, and then threw a large leg of lamb at his feet. Grote immediately picked it up and gnawed it crazily.

I don't care whether it's poisonous or not.

"I feel relieved to see you are still alive." The human at the door said. "You are just a little thinner than before. Do you still want to kill me?"

Grote didn't reply. He was preoccupied with thinking about which part of the leg of lamb he should taste next.
Chapter completed!