The dying Lor'themar begged: "Savior, I am wronged. I have long lost contact with Sylvanas."
Thrall bared his teeth and threatened: "That means you are completely useless, just waiting to become my dinner."
Lor'themar was so frightened that he lost his mind: "Lord Savior, please spare my life. Kael'thas is eyeing Silvermoon City and we have to guard against it."
Thrall rolled his eyes and grabbed Eitrigg: "Tell me, should he die?"
Eitrigg, who was good at observing words and expressions, guessed Thrall's thoughts and flattered him in a low voice:
"Lord Savior, Lor'themar is just a useless waste, but as long as he is here, the blood elves are our slaves and can be eaten as food at any time."
Sal nodded and waved his hand magnanimously: "Then let him live."
"Thank you to the great savior." Lor'themar thanked him profusely.
Thrall muttered dissatisfiedly: "I suffered such a big setback in Quel'Thalas, but I can't let outsiders know, lest I lose face."
Eitrigg said quickly: "Lord Savior, please rest assured, I will make all media shut up, and those who dare to speak nonsense will be executed."
Thrall nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. Kael'thas lacks a backer and will never be able to succeed. What I'm most worried about is Illidan, who has already hooked up with the Burning Legion."
Now that Shattrath City is severely weakened, if the Dark Temple attacks, defense will be a problem.
Shattrath City couldn't be counted on, and the Alliance and the Horde were not of the same mind. Eitrigg couldn't think of a good solution for a while.
"Illidan is the secret weapon of the night elves. It is difficult for the Alliance to cooperate with us." Eitrigg hesitated: "We can only provoke internal discord within the Legion."
Lor'themar, who was hanging upside down, thought of an idea, and eager to get rid of suspicion, he loudly said: "Lord Savior, I have a way."
"You useless waste, what good ideas do you have?" Sal looked disdainful.
Lor'themar said flatteringly: "The Forsaken just gained a large army, why not let Sylvanas deal with the Black Temple?"
Thrall raised his whip and slapped Lor'themar hard on the face:
"Sylvanas has always been domineering and doesn't listen to my orders. You know that I can't order her, but you came up with such an idea. Do you want to embarrass me?"
Lor'themar was eager to show off: "Lord Savior, I know Sylvanas's weaknesses."
The ruthless Queen of Darkness actually has a weakness.
Sal suddenly showed great interest and said with a smile: "Tell me about it."
"Nathanos Marris, the former ranger lord of Silvermoon City, is a human and the lover of Sylvanas. As long as he is captured, he can threaten the Forsaken." Lor'themar spoke quickly.
Said very quickly.
Thrall turned his head suspiciously and said loudly: "Etrigg."
Eitrigg was in charge of intelligence work and quickly replied:
"Nathanos was killed by Ramsden the Devourer and was resurrected as the Scourge of the Undead. His current name is Nathanos. The Blighter, wandering around the Maris Farm in the Eastern Plague."
Thrall rubbed his chin and thought, Lor'themar said hurriedly:
"No, this is a lie. The one at Maris Farm is Nathanos's cousin. Nathanos is still alive as a human."
"That means he is still a living person?" Thrall faced Eitrigg again: "There is a problem with your intelligence."
Eitrigg was dumbfounded and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Lord Savior, please listen to my explanation. The person I sent to test was indeed Nathanos."
"So you lied?" Thrall opened his mouth to Lor'themar.
Lor'themar was well prepared: "Lord Savior, this is Sylvanas's trick. Think about it, the two of them had a close relationship during their lifetime, so why are they not together after death?"
Sal thought about it and was right: "I want to hear your explanation."
Lor'themar said flatteringly: "I heard that Nathanos Blightcaller was killed many times by the Alliance and mysteriously resurrected, so I became suspicious."
Eitrigg thought for a while and said: "But there is this thing. I encouraged the alliance to kill the wither through counterintuitive schemes, but I don't know why I failed."
Lor'themar continued: "I ordered Rommath to check the magic notes of Silvermoon City. A long time ago, the magician of Silvermoon City once studied dark magic, including the method of controlling the undead and locking the soul in the body.
, and then control it secretly. As long as the controller is not killed, the undead will be immortal."
Thrall rolled his eyes and asked: "How far is the controller from the undead being controlled?"
Lor'themar said: "It cannot exceed five hundred yards."
Thrall laughed loudly: "Very good, as long as we capture Nathanos, Sylvanas will become my slave. Eitrigg, I will leave this matter to you."
Eitrigg quickly found a solution and smiled evilly: "Tirion Fordring has a close relationship with the Wither."
Thrall kicked Eitrigg in the face: "Idiot, Fordring is very ambitious. If he knew there was a way to control the Forsaken, he would definitely betray us."
Eitrigg covered his face and thought for a long time: "The living are not reliable, we can only rely on the dead."
Thrall understood and sneered: "Are you talking about Uther, the Lightbringer? Just take advantage of this idiot."
"What are you still hesitating about, my warrior, my love?"
Sylvanas' beautiful face was shattered, and Nathanos Marris woke up from his sleep. The wind from the Plaguelands blew in through the ventilation holes, and the smell of decay entered his nostrils.
At Maris Farm overhead, the Dark Queen's warriors, the Witherbringer, patrolled with their hounds. No one knew that it was actually just a puppet.
Nathanos washed his face, and in order to maintain maximum confidentiality, he had to live in the basement.
Looking at himself in the mirror, looking pale due to lack of sunlight, Nathanos was secretly sad.
How many times has Sylvanas wanted to turn him into an undead so that the two of them could be together.
But he could never make up his mind and cruelly rejected the Queen of Darkness.
The queen loves beauty and cannot show her rotting body in front of her lover, so the two can only live apart.
If they were all undead, there would be no problem and they wouldn't dislike each other.
In a place like the Plague Land, living people struggled to survive. Many times when he went out, he had to disguise himself as an undead hound.
Nathanos looked at his pale hands, and there was obvious blackness on his fingertips.
This is because he has too frequent contact with the undead. I am afraid that he will become an undead before long.
It is not that there is no solution. Corresponding to the undead is the Holy Light. The cleaning technique performed by an ordinary Paladin can eliminate hidden dangers.
It's a pity that he couldn't contact living people in order to keep it secret, because he was proud and didn't want to trouble Sylvanas.
Living is not an easy thing.
Night has fallen, and Nathanos doesn't have to disguise himself as an undead hound when going out at night.
He wrapped his black robe tightly and covered his face with a hood. The Blighter stood by with his hound.
The night in the Plague Land is very dangerous. Ghouls come out in droves to hunt, and ghosts hide in corners, ready to suck the essence of the living.
But for Nathanos, night is his stage, and the undead moving around are the best cover.
His target is Uther's Tomb in the Plaguelands.
Ever since he was attacked by King Saurfang and cast dark magic by the Dreadlord, Uther's ghost has been lingering in the Plaguelands, telling lies about being killed by Arthas.
Nathanos wanted to turn Uther's soul into a puppet, but the Holy Light protected Uther, making it more difficult to cast the spell.