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The heavy rain in the sky was drizzling, and Jaina pushed open the door in panic, regardless of whether she lived here or not.

It was already very late when today's meeting ended. If it weren't for the beginning of rain in the dust swamp, Jaina wouldn't have realized the passing of time. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have some agreement that she had not fulfilled.

"Sorry, Eggwen." Jaina took off her wet cloak and tidied up her hair. She found Eggwen was lying leisurely on the rocking chair, closing her eyes to rest, humming an unknown tune in her mouth.

It seems she is in a good mood.

After taking care of everything, Jaina walked up to Eggwen and squatted down, holding the other person's hand tightly, "I'm here, Eggwen. I'm sorry, I should be late again."

"The mage is often late. It's okay, Jaina. I used to be like this." Eggwen opened his eyes and looked at the blonde girl, smiling and pointing at the table. "That pot of tea has just been brewed, so you can warm up."

"Thank you, I'm not cold." Gianna was telling the truth. As soon as she walked into Egwen's house, she felt particularly warm. I don't know if it was because of magic or the problem with the house itself.

"Is it going well today?"

"It's okay..." Jaina replied with a frown. She didn't know how to evaluate today's meeting. When Santis and Boval met, everything went smoothly, but the problem still came. Boval was skeptical about the night elves' sudden desire to join the league. He hoped that Santis would explain in detail what problems had happened to Danasus and whether they would cause unnecessary trouble to the league if they joined the league. The Sentinel Ranger General was also very tough. She said that Danasus's problem belonged to the internal affairs of Cardore. Even if he joined the league, other alliance members could not interfere, so there was no need to know.

The two sides had a dispute over this point, and no one could convince anyone.

"Fortunately, it means that it is not perfect enough, and it means there is still something wrong." Eggwen closed her eyes again, and her breathing was light, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"There is no perfect thing in the world, but I believe that the Night Elf and the Alliance will agree."

"Some things are the trend of the times, and you don't have to put this matter first, you have other jobs."

"For example, chatting with an old man?" Jaina smiled.

Aegwenbao smiled a little more kindly, "In addition, there are many affairs on Kalimdo."

"I guess the copywriting on my desk has piled up. I have been preparing for meetings recently, and I have almost no time to deal with other things."

Eggwen nodded, "Then you need to have a good rest and keep your energy at work."

"That's true." Jaina stood up and held the cloak in her hand. "Then... see you back." She recited the spell and teleported it directly to her mage tower.

There was still a magical atmosphere in the air. Aegwen got off the rocking chair and walked to the window. She wanted to greet another guest.

As soon as the window was pushed open, a shiny crow stumbled in. After a chaotic glare, it turned into a human form.

"Mother!" Medivh and Eggwen hugged each other.

The expression of joy on his son's face could not be suppressed, and Egwen was also happy for him. She cleared the water droplets on Medivh's forehead and the horns of his hair and asked, "Is the dust settled?"

"Yes, in a bleak place."

"What about you?"

Medivh smiled, not only to tell his mother good news, but also to say goodbye. "I have to leave, mother. I'm going to the Astral Realm. This world no longer needs me."

"I understand." Aegwen guessed what his son was going to say. They spent a short time together, but they all understood the burden on each other. "What about him?"

"He doesn't need me anymore." Medivh smiled and turned his eyes to the west, "He knows what he is going to do."

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The Spike Valley was once the place where the Malodi Centaur tribe lived. They guarded the Maraton in the Spike Valley, but now it belongs to the Forsaken.

Nathanos sat alone on the highest mountain, and he had arranged everything. The coast south of Maraton would establish a port and a fortress - the Fortress of Burial. Veronara would stay and select the most talented soldiers and train them to become rangers. Nathanos once told Belmont that he would set up an organization, an organization that could penetrate the entire Azeroth. This organization would be even more terrifying than Stormwind MI7.

"It's not enough!" Nathanos reminded himself that there are still many areas that the Forgotten have not reached. The biggest problem is population. Nathanos has decided to go back to Lordaeron again. This is a long plan. The Scourge, the Demon King of Fear, and the Blood Crusader, it's a dangerous thing to recruit the Forgotten from under their noses...

"Master of the Wither?" Belmont appeared behind him at some point, and his attitude towards Nathanos became increasingly respectful.

"What's up?"

"Maraton is already ours, and everyone is discussing how to transform it into an environment suitable for the forgotten."

"You must remember every word I will say next."

Hearing the instructions, Belmont took out a pen and paper to prepare the record.

"Divide the entire Maraton into two parts, the exterior and the interior. Let me first talk about the interior, the five areas inside. The first area: the poisonous mushroom cave to the poisonous waterfall, divided into the alchemy area, which is specifically responsible for the development of the potion; the second area: the poisonous gas cave, divided into the mage area. The third area is the evil cave, which is divided into the military area, telling Veronara that that is where she trains the ranger."

Belmont wrote down one by one. He remembered that there were still several places where the wither had no instructions, so he asked: "There are two places where Dige Falls and Zalta's Tomb..."

"The fourth area: Dige Falls. The terrain is steep. I will transform it into a shadow area to perform intelligence work. The Tomb of Zalta..." Nathanos shook his head, "That place is no longer a grave. It is a good place. The military conference will be there in the future. As for the fifth area, it is the complex tunnel I saw after entering Maraton. There is a wide space and a mine. I originally wanted to transform it into a craftsman area, but the equipment created by the craftsmen is difficult to transport. This idea is left unresolved. Since that's the case, let you freely perform this place."

"Please give instructions on external divisions."

"The outside is the Spear Valley, which is very suitable for building a strong fortress, so it is called the Undead Fortress. In addition, the Fortress of Burial Shadows must also be built at the same time. We urgently need ports and ships."

When Belmont heard this, he felt a little embarrassed, "Master, we probably don't have that many people."
Chapter completed!