Pain as a Companion

Who the Mogu'shan Four Monarchs were was something Nathanos had no desire to learn, but the souls they had left behind had caused him no small amount of trouble.

The one thing Nathanos regretted was Swift Bandit King Subutai. If he were still alive, The Witherer truly wanted to compete with him in a match of real bows and arrows.

"Is everyone all right?"

Several Pandaren monks lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, unable to answer him. The Witherer searched for Sylvanas. The Female Elf was tending to the wound on her arm with bandages. It seemed to have been inflicted by Ruthless War King Qiyang's halberd.

Noticing his gaze on her, Sylvanas sped up her movements and gave Nathanos a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."

The Witherer was no fool. He walked over and grabbed the Female Elf's arm. A faint stain of crimson was still visible on the bandage.

"You need healing," he said.

She retorted, "I've lived several hundred years longer than you, Nathanos, so I understand the situation better than you do."

Sylvanas sounded like an elder scolding a child. It was a feeling Nathanos had not experienced in a very long time.

As the fire in Nathanos's eyes began to blaze, a smile actually appeared at the corner of Sylvanas's lips. If only he were still alive.

Perhaps seeing through her thoughts, Nathanos once again spoke as though it did not matter. "For a Ranger, this sort of injury is indeed commonplace."

He turned his head away. That sort of evasion put her in a wonderful mood, and she did not even need to hide it.

"There's a secret passage here," Loremaster Zhou Zhuo said.

The moment Nathanos thought of the trouble this Pandaren had awakened earlier, his heart tightened.

"You'd better not discover