The dying Lor'themar pleaded, "My Savior, I'm innocent! I lost contact with Sylvanas long ago!"
Thrall grinned and threatened, "So that means you're completely useless now, and you'll be my dinner."
Lor'themar was terrified. "My Savior, spare me! Kael'thas is eyeing Silvermoon City covetously; we must be on guard."
Thrall's eyes darted around, then he grabbed Eitrigg: "Tell me, did he deserve to die?"
The perceptive Eitrigg guessed Thrall's thoughts and whispered obsequiously:
"My Savior, Lor'themar is just a useless piece of trash, but with him around, the Blood Elves are our slaves, ready to be eaten at any time."
Thrall nodded and magnanimously waved his hand. "Then spare his life."
"Thank you, great Savior." Lor'themar expressed her deepest gratitude.
Thrall muttered in dissatisfaction, "I suffered such a huge setback in Quel'Thalas, I can't let outsiders know, lest I lose face."
Eitrigg quickly replied, "Savior Lord, please rest assured, I will silence all the media. Anyone who dares to speak recklessly will be executed."
Thrall nodded in satisfaction. "That's right. Kael'thas lacks a powerful backer and will ultimately amount to nothing. My biggest worry is Illidan; he's already allied with the Burning Legion."
Shattrath City is now severely weakened, and if the Black Temple attacks, even defense will be a problem.
Shattrath City was unreliable, and the Alliance and Horde were not of one mind, Eitrigg couldn't think of a good solution for the time being.
"Illidan was the Night Elves ' Secret Weapon; it's difficult for the Alliance to cooperate with us," Eitrigg hesitated. "We can only sow discord within the Legion."
While hanging upside down, Lor'themar had an idea, and eager to clear himself of suspicion, he shouted, "My Lord Savior, I have a way!"
"You useless piece of trash, what good ideas could you possibly have?" Thrall said with a look of disdain.
Lor'themar flattered, "The Forsaken just gained a large army; why not let Sylvanas deal with the Black Temple?"
Thrall raised his whip and lashed Lor'themar across the face.
"Sylvanas has always been arrogant and disobedient to me. You know perfectly well that I can't command her, yet you came up with this idea. Are you trying to embarrass me?"
Lor'themar, eager to prove herself, said, "Savior Lord, I know Sylvanas's weakness."
Even the ruthless Dark Lady has a weakness.
Thrall immediately showed great interest and said with a smile, "Tell me about it."
"Nathanos Marris, the former Ranger-Lord of Silvermoon City, is a human, Sylvanas's lover. If we capture him, we can use him to Forsaken," Lor'themar said rapidly.
Thrall turned his head suspiciously and called out loudly, "Eitrigg."
Eitrigg, who was in charge of intelligence, quickly replied:
"Nathanos was Ramstein the Gorger Undead and resurrected as the Scourge, now known as the Nathanos Blightcaller, roaming the Marris Stead in the Eastern Plague."
Thrall stroked his chin thoughtfully, Lor'themar hurriedly said:
"No, that's a lie. The man at Marris Stead is Nathanos's cousin. Nathanos is still alive, as a human."
"So he's still alive?" Thrall turned to Eitrigg again. "Your intelligence is flawed."
Eitrigg was dumbfounded and hurriedly knelt on the ground. "My Savior, please let me explain. I sent someone to test him, and that person was indeed Nathanos."
"So you were lying?" Thrall opened his blood-red maw at Lor'themar.
Lor'themar was prepared. "My Savior, this is Sylvanas's scheme. Think about it, they were very close in life, why aren't they together in death?"
Thrall thought about it and agreed, "I'd like to hear your explanation."
Lor'themar said ingratiatingly, "I've heard that the Nathanos Blightcaller has been killed by the Alliance multiple times, only to mysteriously resurrect, which has made me suspicious."
Eitrigg thought for a moment and said, "That is true. I tried to incite the Alliance to kill the Blightcaller through a counter-espionage plot, but I don't know why it failed."
Lor'themar continued, "I ordered Rommath to search through all the magical notes in Silvermoon City. Long ago, the Archmage of Silvermoon City studied dark magic, including a method for controlling the Undead. This method involves locking the soul within the body and then controlling it from the shadows. As long as the controller is not killed, the Undead are immortal."
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he asked, "How far is the Undead from the undead being controlled?"
Lor'themar said, "It cannot exceed five hundred yards."
Thrall laughed heartily, "Excellent! As long as we capture Nathanos, Sylvanas will become my slave. Eitrigg, this matter is entrusted to you."
Eitrigg quickly came up with a plan, grinning wickedly. "Tirion Fordring has a close relationship with the Blightcaller."
Thrall kicked Eitrigg in the face. "Fool, Tirion Fordring is ambitious. If he knew of a way to control the Forsaken, he would definitely betray us."
Eitrigg covered his face, pondering for a long time. "The living are unreliable; we can only rely on the dead."
Thrall understood immediately, and chuckled coldly, "You mean Uther the Lightbringer? Perfect timing, I'll use this fool."
What are you still hesitating for, my warrior, my love?
Sylvanas's beautiful face shattered, Nathanos Marius awoke with a start. The winds of the Plaguelands blew in through the vents, and the stench of decay filled his nostrils.
Above them, at Marris Stead, the Dark Lady's warrior, the Blightcaller, patrols with his hounds; no one knows that it is actually just a puppet.
Nathanos washed his face; to maintain maximum secrecy, he had to live in the basement.
Looking at himself in the mirror, pale from lack of sunlight, Nathanos felt a pang of sadness.
Countless times, Sylvanas has tried to turn him into Undead so they could be together.
But he couldn't make up his mind and cruelly rejected the Dark Lady.
The queen loved beauty and could not bear to display her decaying body to her lover, so the two were destined to be separated.
If they are all Undead, then there's no problem; they won't mind each other.
In a place Plaguelands, where the living struggle to survive, he had to disguise himself as an Undead hound countless times when venturing out.
Nathanos looked at his pale hands, with noticeable blackening at his fingertips.
This is because he has been in contact with the Undead too frequently; it won't be long before he becomes Undead.
There is a solution. The counterpart to the Undead is Holy Light, and Cleanse cast by an ordinary Paladin can remove the threat.
Unfortunately, to maintain secrecy, he couldn't have contact with living people, and because of his pride, he didn't want to trouble Sylvanas.
Living is not an easy thing.
Night had fallen, Nathanos no longer needed to disguise himself as Undead hound to venture out at night.
He wrapped himself tightly in a black robe and covered his face with a hood, while the Blightcaller stood guard beside him with his hunting dogs.
Nights in the Plaguelands are extremely dangerous, with Ghouls roaming out in packs to hunt, and wraiths lurking in corners, ready to drain the life force of the living.
However, for Nathanos, the night is his stage, and the wandering Undead are his best cover.
His target is the Uther's Tomb in the Plaguelands.
Ever since being ambushed by Saurfang the Great and then subjected to dark magic by the Dreadlord, Uther's Restless Souls has lingered in the Plaguelands, recounting the lie that he was killed by Arthas.
Nathanos desperately wanted to turn Uther's Restless Souls into a puppet, but the Holy Light protected Uther, making the spell more difficult to cast.