Important Mission

"The time has come!" Arthas murmured, taking the rustling of the wind through the trees as the prelude to Quel'Thalas's downfall.

His fortress was built smoothly without any attacks. This disappointed him somewhat, as he could have easily resurrected the Elf who had come to their deaths. It must have been Nathanos who was preventing it.

It doesn't matter, they will all submit to you.

The Death Knight opened his eyes once more, the first thing he saw being the high walls of Dalsom. This fortress was a perfect irony for the Elf. He pulled on the rope in his hand. Invincible turned with his will.

Before him, hordes of Abomination and Ghoul filled every corner; catapults were fully loaded; resurrected Death Knight rode on skeletal horses; and gargoyles hovered in the sky, emitting piercing screams. Arthas had decided that, except for the acolytes and some Ghoul who would remain, everyone else would be sent to attack.

"Prince Highness," Farek said, bowing as he approached him, "The Elf who are trying to stop you have already set up defenses outside."

"Is their commander Nathanos?"

"No, so far, we have not found any trace of Nathanos. The commander of the first line of defense of the Elf is a Female Elf named Veronalara."

Arthas looked up disdainfully and withdrew his hand that was about to pull out Frostmourne.

"I will end this farce as quickly as possible, and I will crush the dignity of those Elf." A smile appeared on his pale lips, and then he shouted, "Dath'Remar Derasil!"

As his voice faded, Dath'Remar, now resurrected, emerged from the pile of bones. His skin was a dark blue, and he still wore the magnificent robes he wore before his death, but there was a hole in his chest, left by Nathanos's arrow.

"At your service, my master."

Arthas ignored the obsequious servant and cut straight to the point, "Go and clean up the rubbish in front of Dalsom's gate. Don't keep me waiting too long."

"As you wish."

"They're here! Prepare for battle!" Ranger Commander Veronalara shouted. Yet her heart wasn't as resolute as her voice suggested. As the hideous Undead creatures surged out from behind the walls of Dalsom, Veronalara felt she wasn't facing an enemy, but a storm—a storm of death. Her mind went blank; for a moment, fear overwhelmed her, causing her to forget to give orders, and she had a premonition that she would die on the battlefield today. But then she saw someone—an Elf- like figure, though his skin had changed. She recognized him— Dath'Remar! That traitor! Rage rekindled her Will to fight.

"Archers, fire!"

Thousands of arrows rained down on the Undead creatures. Ordinary Ghoul and skeletons would fall instantly if shot in the head, but shots to other parts of their bodies wouldn't bring them down; they would continue Charge forward, baring their fangs and claws. The utterly repulsive white stitched monsters were even harder to kill; being riddled with arrows didn't slow them down.

"Anar'alah belore (In the name of the sun), prepare to attack!" Veronalara shouted. The battle line had to be maintained; arrows alone could not achieve this. There was no turning back; the soldiers had to prepare to draw their swords and fight. She herself was ready as well.

Sylvanas grabbed an Elf who was carrying supplies and asked coldly, "Have you seen Vareesa Windrunner?"

"No... I didn't see it, ma'am."

"You!" she pointed at a priestess, "Do you see my sister Vareesa?"

"I didn't see her, Lady Windrunner."

Sylvanas was frantic, unable to find her family anywhere. Alleria ordered Sylvanas to bring the family members to a safe place. The Female Elf suspected her sister was doing this to protect her, but she wouldn't disobey orders. Sylvanas wanted to join the battle, so she wanted to complete the task quickly and return to the front lines, but Vareesa was nowhere to be found.

Where did Little Moon go?

"Your sister went to the Dawnstar Spire, the place where she used to play and frolic. She said she had some things to take care of."

Sylvanas turned around and saw Nathanos standing in front of her. What made her suspicious was that she could read a hint of a lie in his eyes, but Nathanos should have no reason to deceive her.

"The Dawnstar Spire? It's been under martial law for a long time. And why would he go there? And... how do you know?"

Believe it or not!

The Female Elf frowned. "What kind of attitude is this?"

"No matter what happens, Sylvanas! My attitude towards you will not change."

His arrogant tone completely stunned Sylvanas. Nathanos had never spoken to her like this before. The Female Elf suddenly felt as if she and this human had switched places, and she was now experiencing a feeling that only Nathanos had ever known—the feeling of being tormented by her.

Is he taking revenge on himself?

Sylvanas shook her head, thinking to herself that Nathanos wouldn't joke around in such a critical situation.

"Go find Vareesa." The human walked past her and headed towards a squad of Ranger waiting for orders. Those were the men Alleria had assigned to Nathanos, the Windrunner family's personal guard.

"Watch your mouth next time, Marius!" Sylvanas threatened, though she couldn't back down to Nathanos in front of others. But this time, finding Vareesa was of paramount importance.

The Ranger immediately lined up when they saw their special new commander approaching.

With just a glance, Nathanos confirmed their number; it was exactly twenty Ranger, just as he had requested. Alleria had originally wanted him to lead an army dozens of times larger, but Nathanos insisted on having only twenty of the strongest Ranger, with two conditions—they must be members of the Windrunner family, and he must personally select them.

Alleria could understand the first request, but she couldn't figure out the reason for the second one. Nathanos only explained that it was for a secret mission, but he didn't tell Alleria what it was.

Finally, he selected suitable candidates from the roster, and these selected Elf were all Ranger-Captain.

Nathanos sized them up, then put his hands behind his back and asked, "You! Whom do you serve?"

This question left the waiting Ranger speechless...

"Answer me!" Nathanos shouted, startling everyone.

"Quel'Thalas".

Silvermoon City.

"Quel'dorei".

"King."...

Various answers emerged, but none of them were what Nathanos wanted to hear.

"Wrong!" His voice silenced the Elf. "Look at your battle robes, and answer me again!"

The Ranger bowed their heads. Their battle robes were green, adorned with the emblem of a swooping eagle, its outstretched wings forming arrowheads positioned precisely over its heart, symbolizing a heart as sharp as an arrow. This was the emblem of the Windrunner family!

"Answer me one more time, to whom do you pledge allegiance?"

"Windrunner!"

This time, the Ranger answered in unison, which resonated with Nathanos's thoughts.

"Very good, remember your answers. Now I need you to carry out a crucial mission, a very important and... safe mission!"

"Why hasn't it quieted down outside yet?" Arthas asked impatiently, wanting to know the answer, no matter who it was. He sent Dath'Remar with the vanguard to launch an attack. Several hours passed, and the deafening shouts still echoed around Dalsom.

"Please let me go and kill all those Elf for you, Prince Highness."

"No!" Arthas reached out to stop Farek. "I'll go myself! You and Marvin keep an eye on that woman."

Farek paused for a moment, then said, "Please rest assured, Your Prince. The woman attempted suicide but was stopped by Marvin, and we will ensure her survival."

"Very well!" Arthas drew Frostmourne, a sword as thirsty and bloodthirsty as he was.

"Open the city gates!"

Nathanos Marius: I— Nathanos, the Queen's warrior (simp), the protagonist of the novel. I'm panicking. The author— Soup Dumpling —is going to kill me off tomorrow!!!