"Don't you think the moonlight is good tonight? Let me introduce you to you, it is rare for the plague land to have such a white moonlight! North withdrew his gaze from the white moon overhead, smiling as he swept over the men in front of him with different faces.

"Nathanos Mares?" The man at the head asked in a loud and uncertain voice, and the horses under him restlessly restlessly restlessly reined in the reins of his horses.

"Does anyone remember the name? Yes? Ha! North shrugged in mockery.

"My lord, we don't want to be your enemy, I hope you will raise your noble hand." Goering turned his horse forward and said to North.

North looked at Goering earnestly, his turquoise eyes full of nostalgia, "Well, I remember you, you were much younger than you are now, and I didn't expect to see the 'man' who was with me on the mission to Quel'Thallas again." ”

"I didn't expect to see you again. Please let us go, for the sake of me having worked with you for some time. ”

"Hmm...... Good offer! North clapped softly. But on what basis? Do you think that on such a beautiful night, I am here to have a friendly and harmonious consultation with you? Please, it's nice to have beauties under the moon, but I'm really not interested in men. ”

"Goering, what do you say to him? The lead messenger interrupted North's words. "There are five of us, can he leave us all alone?"

North's smile froze. "You can try!"

Goering secretly called in his heart the stupidity of the Messenger. But the messenger had already taken the lead and rushed forward with his sword drawn. Several of his companions rushed forward as well.

Cavalry had a great advantage over infantry, and the bow Nathanos carried on his back indicated that he was a long-ranger. They spoke only a dozen meters apart, a distance that could reach Noth in the blink of an eye at the speed of a horse, and the messenger was confident that he would cut off his head before he could draw his bow and arrows.

However, miscalculated.

North jumped to his feet, light as a feather, and the moment he reached the highest point of his strenacle in the air, his bow was already in his left hand, and his right hand was full of arrows.

"Good night." In the moonlight, North is as agile and beautiful as an elf, but it is a pity that he is an elf who brings death to people.

Just a breath away, North landed on the ground. Behind him, four arrows had been inserted into the throat of the knight on the horse, and with four thuds, four corpses fell from the running horse's back, and the frightened horse, having lost its rider's weight, ran faster, and disappeared from sight in an instant.

North looked at the last one left in front of him and smiled kindly. "Goering, why don't you do it?"

Goering replied with a wry smile. "Lord Mareth, I know that I am no match for you, you are a disciple of the Windrunner, and I am not like those fools who think they can kill you with a few people. I've heard that in the Plaguelands, the Lich King transferred two legions to level Mares' farm. ”

"That's right...... There are also three great lichs. North's smile disappeared at the mention of this past, "But, in the end, I didn't wait for reinforcements!" The Maris family no longer exists. The human Nathanos Mares is no longer there, and in front of you is the Queen's warrior, the Blightcaster!! ”

"I'm not going to mention meeting you in the Plaguelands, and I'm just pretending not to know about the forgery of the circular, my lord, do you think that's okay? I don't want to die, my wife and children are still waiting for me in Stormwind. Goering pleaded. 1172

North's fingers plucked the bowstring slightly. "I'm reluctant to kill you...... Alas, Quel'Salas ......" he brought up the place again, his eyes soft.

Goering no longer hesitated, and urged his horse to rush over.

The wind that swept swiftly past the horses made North's hair flutter.

"Lord North, you really don't need to ......?" Not far behind North, Luo Jiali, who was lurking in the shadows, revealed her figure.

"You follow and see where he's going. For the sake of the former envoy Quel'Thalas, let him go back and have a whole corpse. North said without looking back.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, made by the orc's fangs baring out, and she sprinted after Goering.

North turned around and walked slowly to the corpse on the ground, reaching out and pulling out the arrow from the corpse.

Squinting at the blood from the arrows, North thought of something even less pleasant to him. He'd just received an order from the Undercity.

"In order for the Forsaken's operations in the Eastern Plaguelands to proceed smoothly, the Sage Demetia of the Scarlet Crusade must die! Intelligence indicates that she will leave Tyr's hand and head to Stratholme after receiving a bloody summons order from Stratholme, making sure to kill her on the way. - Varimathas. ”

Although there was unspeakable dissatisfaction with Valimas, there was nothing wrong with the order itself.

Troublesome things...... North looked in the direction of Tyr's Hand.

The Scarlet Courier was unsuccessful, and managed to sneak into the Chapel of Light's Wish only to find that the letter had been transferred.

However, it was unexpectedly that Thea was still in the Chapel of Light's Wishes, and he thought that he would have to bother to smooth out her disappearance. Now, if you can bring Xia back, this deal will not be a loss. North thought to himself, wondering how Simon would react. He swung the arrow in his hand, and the blood dripped from the arrow to the ground.

Blood, drop by drop, is absorbed by the gravel.

"Damn...... The man lying on the ground roared at Simon's back, blood pouring from his mouth and dyeing his long, messy blonde hair. "You can't touch it."

"Do you have what it takes to stop me?" Simon didn't look back, his tone full of sarcasm.

In front of him was a golden lotus flower, its delicate petals trembling and trembling without wind. Simon could pick it up as soon as he stretched out his hand, but he was not in a hurry and spoke slowly. "But I think it's strange, are there no qualified fighters anymore? How can you be called this level of ...... to guard. I haven't been taken away yet, I'm really curious. ”

The disdain in his tone couldn't be concealed, so angry that the man on the ground coughed up blood again, and his handsome face distorted.

Simon hesitated, but the ** of the Golden Lotus in front of him was too huge for him. As long as she has this, she will forget that past, that past that should not exist at all. The thought was so hot that he grabbed the slender stem.

At this moment, a mutation protruded, and countless golden rays of light shot out from the root of the golden lotus. The golden light wrapped around Simon like a substance, binding him like a rope.

The man on the ground struggled and staggered to his feet, laughing as he looked at Simon who was glaring at him fiercely, his gesture of triumph as if the blood that kept pouring from his mouth did not exist. "My king knows everything and is omnipresent, and I have long expected you to come. This time Jinsuo is specially prepared for you, you sleep well, and then wait for the judgment of my king......"

Simon watched as the man's lips moved, his vision blurring and his eyes losing focus. The power of the Lord of Time is not something he can resist now.

Is ginger really still old and spicy......

This was his last consciousness.

Shia......

Thea had a palpitation and woke up from her dream.