The ordinary people of Azeroth didn't know about Argus' battle at all. As the Arash Highlands, who live in the corners of various forces, were even tragic battles day after day.

Here are the last Forgotten Ones of Azeroth.

There were remnants who ran from Lordaeron, blasphemers who were elite troops, and Prince Galin Thorbain who had resurrected from the dead, and the three forces gathered together, and now the number of Forgotten people has been barely restored to 8,000, of which less than 3,000 soldiers were able to participate in the battle.

Vanessa's old friend, Grian Storman, and Galin Thorbain, conspired to rebel against the commander of the Polluter and annex the last elite army of the Forsaken in the world.

The relationship between the two is a bit like a partner. Grian Storman has a high combat power. The high-level Death Knight is also a commander even in the Lich King's team. His experience during his lifetime is rich enough. He knows a little about whether it is civil or military.

Galin Thorbain is not very strong, but he is the heir to the orthodox Stormgard Kingdom. One of them is capable and the other has a reputation. Both sides take their own needs and barely maintain the situation of the Forgotten.

The two sides worked together to expel the ogres in the capital of Stormgard Kingdom, Rapidsburg, and they gained a firm foothold in this proud city of human civilization.

But Rapids Castle has been abandoned for too long. Not to mention that it is not as good as the dark city of Andorha, Rapids Castle does not have an advantage, compared with the cities of Andorha. It is like a castle of rich people in the countryside, and it doesn’t have much to do with anything.

Now the Kingdom of Stormgard has been destroyed in name only. Ogres and trolls are rampant in the Arachi Highlands, and some remaining orcs will also appear in the countryside. In addition, some human soldiers, dwarves, pirates and their Forsaken Ones, this land is a typical temple with a strong wind and a shallow turtle.

The Arachi Highlands is the increasingly powerful Lordaeron in the north, and the dwarf kingdom Kazmodan in the south. The reason why they survived was because their location was relatively remote, Vanessa had no excuses and no time to deal with them, and the dwarves were not very interested in human land, so they survived to this day.

But whether it is Grian Storman, or Galin Thorbain, they all know that they don’t have much time left. If they don’t find a way out quickly, their future fate will be like death.

They united some orcs and trolls, but the situation was still not optimistic enough.

"Your Highness, I think we lack the necessary intelligence and we do not have talents in this area, so we were defeated by the Eighth Legion of Lordaeron."

Grian Storman didn't know the existence of the Assassin Alliance, and he was also puzzled. The Eighth Legion of Lordaeron was too evil and had average frontal combat capabilities, but the assassination technology was terrifying, and the ability to collect intelligence was even more shocking. Often, their army had just moved, and the opponent learned about intelligence.

Can be trained as a prince, Galin Thorbain is not a fool: "What do you mean?"

"We need our own intelligence network, and the Forgotten needs an outstanding thief."

Garin Thorbain thought about this proposal carefully. They also had several mages and alchemists under their command, who could copy the process of resurrecting Grian Storman on that day, that is, to summon souls first and then awaken memory.

As for whether it can be done, God knows.

"Whose body are you going to look for?" he asked.

Grian Storman slowly reported his old friend's name: "Edwin Van Cliff"

Two days later, as the death knight who was ignorant of what he was tired of, Grian Storman returned to the western wilderness and his long-lost hometown.

Without the Difia Brotherhood, without the high taxes, the fishman, werewolves and kowtowers all disappeared. In addition to the several rounds of land reclamation carried out by Vanessa in the western wilderness, this year, the western wilderness ushered in a great harvest. The farmers were smiling. Not only would they not starve to death in the next year, but they would have some money to let their children go to Hope Primary School to attend classes. As long as they learn arithmetic for two years, they would not have to worry about finding a job in the future. They were full of hope.

Grian Storman rode his death horse and looked down on a mountain of earth.

Although his values ​​have long been distorted by life and death, the western wilderness still occupies a special place in his heart.

The dark blue soul fire looked at Sentinel Ridge from a distance. After his and Vanessa's efforts, this initial refugee camp has now become a prosperous and peaceful town.

"Sir, we have brought people." Two Forsaken soldiers carried a young man to the Tushan Mountain and rudely beat the people to the ground.

The young man drank a lot of wine, smelled drunk, was pressed to the ground, and muttered a few words in curse.

But when he was blown by the cold wind on the top of the mountain, he looked up and saw the people around him sweating with a whirlwind.

Even if he had no knowledge, he could still see the cold temperament of the few people.

"Mr. Hanter, do you still know me?" Grian Storman said sinisterly.

The young man looked at his face in the glimmer of light: "I don't know you, who are you? Aren't you dead? You!"

The young man's mind was completely unable to understand how a person was resurrected from the dead, Grian Storman shouted angrily.

"Remember you betrayed the Defia Brotherhood and Edwin Van Cliff!"

"I don't know, I've never seen them since that day. I'm not a fraternity, but a little worker, for a meal and a little money." He was still chattering about his innocence.

Grian Storman was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, pulled out his rune sword and pressed on the young man's shoulder: "Take me to the stronghold of the Brotherhood, I know that it was the way you led for those assassins."

The young man dared not delay, but his memory was already very blurred. He was afraid of being retaliated and hid outside for more than half a year. The western wilderness has changed a lot this year, and it was not easy to find the path again. He took Grian Storman in a daze and circled around the mountains twice.

"Finished! It's here! This mine track seems to be abandoned, but you're careful that you can still leave, so I won't accompany you." Before he finished speaking, Grian Storman kicked it in the back and staggered into the tunnel.

The entire underground mine was abandoned, but it was unexpectedly very clean.

This cleanliness does not mean that the ground is clean, but that there are no debris. A few people walked along the way and found that they didn’t even see a single nail in the tunnel, let alone tools and weapons. Is it too clean?
Chapter completed!