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Nathanos Blightcaller in the Shadowlands Pre-Patch (Story Spoilers)

由 Neryssa 发表于 2020/08/11，17:32

WARNING: SHADOWLANDS STORY SPOILERS AHEAD!

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Pre-Patch

Nathanos: Well, well, well. If it isn't Azeroth's mightiest champions.
Nathanos: Congratulations! You managed to track me to the most unlikely places. My very own home.
Nathanos: Seeking retribution for all the bad, bad things I've done I suppose. How frightfully predictable.
Nathanos: I have been waiting a long time for this. Let's get on with it, shall we!

Greymane: I have faced the Blightcaller before. A pity I wasn't there to help end him. At long last, one of the architects of the Fourth War was brought to justice.
Greymane: I envy Tyrande for landing the killing blow. Though I fear it did little to bring her peace. The power within her seems to be growing stronger, more insistent.
Greymane: Our hunt for Sylvanas continues. We must find where she's taken Anduin, Jaina, and the others. Do not relent, champion. Bring them home.Lor'themar: In life, Nathanos Marris was a braggart and a bully. In death, his worst traits were only magnified.
Lor'themar: At long last, the Blightcaller has met the justice he deserved. I only regret I was not there to see it done.
Lor'themar: I cannot begrudge Tyrande Whisperwind for claiming the killing blow. I only hope the Night Warrior's rage remains fixed upon Sylvanas.
Calia: I do not wish to speak out of turn. Regent Lord, but I have given counsel to the kaldorei who were raised into undeath after the battle for Darkshore.
Calia: I believe I have helped them find a path forward. Perhaps if I spoke of them to the High Priestess, it might help ease her spirit, if only a little.
Lor'themar: Lilian Voss has told us of your efforts, Lady Menethil. Let us hope fate offers us a chance to see your kind offer bear fruit.

Shadows Rising
Sylvanas slid her gaze from his blubbering lips to the tower looming above. His failure would complicate things considerably, and soured the triumph that a moment ago felt so complete. She raised her head higher, closing her eyes briefly. In the back of her mind, Saurfang's baritone mocked her: You just keep failing! With a snarl, she silenced the long-dead voice and dug her nails into her gloved palms. Nathanos stared at her, and his lips quivering with rage, his veneer cracking as he struggled, no doubt, to contain all the excuses and justifications he had prepared and that she would not hear. Sylvanas could strike him, scream and hollow out his soul, but it would not correct the failing. Only forward momentum would do that. This was a blow, but one she felt sure they could overcome. It would not be easy, but then, her mission required great sacrifice.

"Must I tell you to go?"

Nathanos swallowed hard, crusing the vial in his hands, a crunch like bone. The shimmering dust slid between his fingers like sand. "I will return to the Marris Stead, my lady, and await your orders."

She heard the note of hope in his voice, fragile as a fledgling dropped from the nest.

"Go where you will, Nathanos, but do not be idle. The loa knows the Shadowlands well, I expect you will return to me with means to prevent his meddling." Sylvanas flicked her fingers, as if ridding herself of a speck of much. "My path lies ahead."

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