Time: 2 a.m. on October 13, 23/23 at the Black Gate / Location: The top of the twin peaks of Yunqi Mountain

"Surprise, huh, old fellow!" said the human undead wrapped in conspicuous green armor.

The god of greed had been sitting on the rocks at the top of the peak, unaware that a mahogany bow was aimed at the back of his head, and though his heart trembled heavily, he managed to maintain his demeanor and courtesy as the King of Hell.

"It's you? Nathanos. Ellsbeth's eyes were fixed on the chaotic battlefield, his back to the archers, and he said leisurely.

"Don't mention that name!Call me the Blightcaller!I swear!I'll make you remember the name, and I'll make you and all the rancid flowers you have made with your hands wither!" the self-proclaimed Blightcaller threatened, clucking of his clenched molars.

"That idiot at Kel'thugad is so unreservedly honest with you, Blightcaster!" he said, his hand twisting his beard lightly.

"If you make it down alive today, please convey my 'gratitude' to Kel'thugad for raising me to be a cold-blooded killing machine, it's time to give him a jaw-dropping thank you!" The Blightburner's eyes widened slightly as if he had found a source of happiness.

"You've 'repaid' him, haven't you? single-handedly held off my mentor in {mushroom glade} for a month! Please accept my compliment, you and your mentor are probably the only people in the world who can do this! If it weren't for the wonderful disaster I created, maybe she would have become your lover!" Ellsberg put on a wise man's posture and condescendingly praised the wither.

"Now that I'm no longer me, she's not her anymore, and I'm no longer obsessed with her favor. But because of this painful metamorphosis, I will consume you and your scourge with my wrath!" Even though he didn't believe it himself, the Blightcast uttered a monologue against his will.

"Love or lust? It's as much a philosophical question as the chicken or the egg. Countless years ago, it was I who brought about the intercourse of mortal men and women, and I could see through your heart at a glance, and there was not only respect and primitive instinct between you and her, but also that disgusting thing - love. Ellsbeth's words struck the most vulnerable part of Nathanos's heart.

An arrow from 'Minato' broke through the air, piercing through Ansbai's neck in an instant, but he was still talking and laughing, Ansbai's armor has the property of splitting itself and protecting it from physical damage, and his neck cracked a thin slit in the middle, sandwiching the feather arrow between two pieces of flesh and blood.

"Ruthless! Resolute! Kel'thugad has taught you a lot of useful things, but your soul entanglement is still at the elementary level, and it is like tickling to me. Ellsberg suddenly stood up from the stone and walked around the edge of the cliff, and in the distant battlefield, the destructive death light launched by the Corpse King 2000 before he fell to the ground swept over the mountain rocks, and the blazing heat melted the stones and shrubs on the entire cliff wall.

Nathanos Blightcaster also saw the white-hot battlefield, and was stunned for a moment, then laughed uncontrollably: "Hahahahahaha! These boys seem to be as troublesome as me! Things are getting more and more interesting!"

Ansbeth remained calm and sneered, "Hmph! you're too conceited, Nathanos. Maybe in half a year, or maybe a year, they will be far better than you!"

The Blightcaller suppressed his laughter and asked with a serious face, "I don't understand, why don't you eliminate them now, since you've decided that they're so tricky?"

"They are as important to me as you are, and I can't wait to see how you end, but I cherish this difficult and tortuous struggle. ”

The Blighter pondered, and continued to ask in a low voice, "Greedy nature!"

"Thank you for pointing out my virtues. Can I invite you to join me for the party? I've got a VIP spot for you. ”

"I can't despise people too much, right? Lao Tzu is here to take your life!" The feather arrow is not far from the key point of Ansbai, this wooden longbow is blood-red all over, and has three bowstrings, the one on the inner side is the hardest, the outer one is the most elastic, and the middle one is in between, this three-stringed longbow can be hit close or far, the difference depends on the toughness of different bowstrings.

"You and I both know it's impossible, so why don't you once in a while follow your curiosity?" Ellsberg smiled, looking at the wither with a bewildering look.

"There's nothing to be curious about! they want revenge on you, and I'm going to get revenge on you, and it's only a matter of time before you die!"

"The courage you think can only reflect your stupidity, and that bow and arrow made of thousand-year-old redwoods is not for you to use to send you to death!"

The Blightcaller's hand tugging at the bowstring trembled slightly, and the incomparable sense of oppression in Ellsberg's body was destroying his heart. He has long passed the stage of his youthful and vigorous life, and at this age, only by having an accurate assessment of his ability can he be invincible. Nathanos clearly knows his strength, not to mention the true god of hell, even if he is replaced by Kel'thugad in front of him, he does not have the slightest certainty of defeating the other party.

There are many impossibilities in Nathanos's body, in the 23rd year of the Black Gate, Nassar is thirty-five years old, as an undead man who wanders in the plague-ridden land, he does not pay much attention to dressing, the green resin-infused scale armor has long been riddled with holes, most of the buckles are broken, but none of them are caused by the enemy's weapons, his armor is too old, and in the words of the goblin, it is 'the second-hand of second-hand'.

The plague slayer's hometown is a hunter's house in the north-central Mushroom Grove on the outskirts of the city of Statum.

Thirty years ago, the Maris family made a living selling edible mushrooms, and it was a summer day when the humid air smelled of scorching heat, and Nathanos' father was killed by a giant bear during a gathering a few weeks ago. His mother, who had been suffering from tuberculosis for many years, and whose father's death had made the family's situation even worse, Nassar, who was only five years old, and whose mother could not work, had lost all means of income.

For some reason, he only has this day in his childhood memory. The fifth birthday may have been a joy for the children of the city, and Nathanos hoped for it, but he searched every corner of the house and couldn't find a single copper coin. Outside the house, part of my father's body was covered with a white cloth on the haystack, and the only music at the birthday party was the sound of my mother's cough. Due to the family's embarrassment, Nasa matured much earlier than other children, collecting firewood, washing clothes, cooking, and sometimes helping his father collect mushrooms. His mother's medicine is the most worrying problem for him at the moment, if it weren't for his mother's reminder, he would have forgotten what his birthday was.

The mother slipped out of bed after a wild cough and wanted to make a birthday cake for her son. But there is no cream, no flour, no eggs, not even birthday candles at home. She remembers buying a box of matches when she married her husband, but on their wedding night, Mr. Mares had dropped one of the oil lamps when he lit them, somewhere under the bed. With a faint impression from five or six years ago, she went under the bed, searched for two hours, and finally found the missing match in the crack in the leg of the bed. She staggered into the cellar again, picked up a moldy mushroom, and washed a layer of green hair in the river.

Nathanos returned from the city in the evening, and today he stole a merchant's money bag and was unfortunately caught by a patrol. If an adult thief was caught, he would be punished with a cane, and Nasa was so young that the merchant decided not to deal with him after a few curses and rewarded him with a silver coin.

When Nassa returned to the mushroom grove with the powder prepared by the city's apothecary, his mother was not at home, and he ran to the cellar, where his mother was not there. He had to run to the nearby stream, and on a rock, there was the washed mushroom and the burnt match planted in it, but his mother was not there.

Where the hell had she gone? Nathanos might never know, maybe she had risen up the clouds, maybe she had been swept away by the river, maybe she had been caught and eaten by some wild beast. In any case, he completely became a child that no one wanted, and half a year later, he became a savage legend passed down by the people in the city.

Nathanos loved to be close to nature, and became good friends with all animals except bears, first sleeping in the woods every few days, and finally not going back to his old house for the night. He is always curled up in the kennel of wild dogs to snuggle up with those little furry ones to keep warm, his three meals are also solved, and amazingly, the mother dog always seems to be lactating, and little Nassa is slowly growing up eating the milk of dogs and wolves.

In the 5th year of the Black Gate, Nassar was eighteen years old, and the alliance between the orc army and the Seven Alliances of Mankind was in full swing. The cunning orc chieftain Orgrim bypassed the impregnable royal city of Lordaeron and instead attacked the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and the high lord of Stratholme City, Rivendell, was ordered to stop the orc army in the middle, but the cowardly Rivendell only adopted a feint strategy, and the elite troops all cowered in the city, they pulled the drawbridge and could not be closed, and the orc army passed through the Golden Moon Gate almost without the slightest hindrance.

Of course, food supplies were needed on the march, and these green-skinned monsters burned and looted in the mushroom forest, and under the cover of the mother wild dog, Nassar escaped, but the mother dog also became the orc's dinner. Another homelessness, another home ruin, as a wild man, Nassa could not enter Stratholme, he had almost forgotten the human language, and even if they let him into the city, Nassa, who had almost never lived in a human community, did not feel safe in the slightest.

The pine cones were eaten by squirrels, the squirrels were eaten by wild dogs, the wild dogs were eaten by tigers, and the tigers were eaten by orcs. Nathanos didn't have any grudges against the orcs, he knew that this was the law of life and death, and he himself might be at the top of the food chain, maybe he would be reduced to food at some point, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that he knew that he could survive, and that after so many hard days, things couldn't get worse.

Nathanos decided to set sail to the Elven realm of the north, where legend has it that was inhabited by wild animals he had never seen in his life, as well as the noble Sindore and the wild Zuaman trolls。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)