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The work in the Mage Zone has never been perfected, and there is only one main problem, that is, there is no powerful mage to lead those clumsy casters. This is also the most troublesome problem for Nathanos. Because he can't find a mage to be responsible for the burden of studying magic. The withered person rarely paces back and forth impatiently, in the place where Maraton was once known as the Tomb of Zalta. Suddenly, he stopped. His ears caught a familiar sound of footsteps.

The visitor bowed deeply: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, Master. But the time has come, and the forgotten are waiting for you."

"I'll go right away," said Nathanos. Belmont saluted and prepared to leave. But Nathanos added at the end, "Report to me about the spies everywhere."

"Follow your orders," Belmont replied.

Many years ago, Lordaeron held a large celebration ceremony to commemorate the end of the Second Battle. At that time, people had just completely escaped from the threat of the tribe. A grand military parade was held at the ceremony, and every veteran who returned from the battlefield could participate as long as he wanted. The avenue where the troops marched were covered with pine branches transported from Dalaran. The ceremony ended with a grand banquet.

Such a ceremony is extremely luxurious and a total waste. Nathanos does not intend to follow Lordaeron's style, whether in the current situation or in any other situation.

In fact, Nathanos felt a little reluctant to hold such a formal ceremony.

But Veronara and Lasuevos both urged Nathanos to make a public appearance in front of the Forgotten, at least to make some representations about the establishment of the Forgotten.

"The members of the Forgotten were enslaved by the Lich King before this, and if it weren't for you, we might have been hiding in the darkness." The young-looking dark ranger said to him in a loud voice.

Because of this, Nathanos did not have time to think about what the next target of the Forgotten was, but waved to the Forgotten who surrounded Malaton. The formal ceremony of this marching ceremony was asxs. In the Shadow Zone, all the way to the Fortress of the Burial Shadow.

As expected, the agents of the "Dark Blade" looked directly at Nathanos Belmont, just bowing their heads.

Nathanos didn't need to talk much about him. He just nodded and the Forgotten followed.

As before, Belmont stood calmly and patiently. Then the two came to the alchemy area. North and the apprentice he selected were arranged in an orderly manner waiting for them. North first nodded to Nathanos, then suddenly frowned, and then bowed to Nathanos. Every move he made was in the eyes of the Withered One, and he could understand why he was so respectful. Without Nathanos' support, he would not be able to gain a foothold in the Forgotten One.

The Mage Zone seemed a little deserted, and Nathanos had a moment of free time to allow him to have a few words with Belmont alone.

"Tell me what news has been heard from the secret spies everywhere." He ordered.

"The spies in Orgrimmar said there were hidden dangers hidden underground in the main city of the tribe. According to inquiries, there seemed to be traces of demons." The leader of the dark blade said, waiting for the master's response, but Nathanos said nothing, which showed that he did not care about the news. Belmont continued to say the next news: "In Stormwind, Ms. Taresha's news said that Varian went to Theramore at the invitation of Ms. Prodmore, preparing to negotiate with the tribe chief, but encountered pirates on the way..."

"So how about the king in the alliance?"

"He is missing."

Nathanos' eyes widened a little. The news came too suddenly. "The Alliance, especially Stormwind City, has an intelligence organization like MI7. Major events like King Travel must have been prepared for a long time. Why did Varian encounter an unexpected accident? And the Alliance's fleet was defeated by the pirates? No, I don't believe Varian was captured by the pirates."

Like every conversation in the past, Belmont interpreted the owner's doubts accurately. He explained to Nathanos: "There is a speech in Stormwind... Some people speculate that Varian's disappearance is related to the Difia Brotherhood."

"Once the stonemason guild? I forgot that their leader Edwin van Cliff is also an excellent stalker, and his skills are taught by Madias Shore." Nathanos came to the military zone to pass on the route of the cruise. He waved to one of the soldiers. Before returning to Maraton, Belmont told him: Lasouveos trained a group of elite soldiers and was called the terrifying guard. Sure enough, the eyes of these soldiers were as firm as their instructors. Nathanos nodded to Lasouveos. He was optimistic about the instructor's ability, but he could not show any preference.

"Would we be involved in the matter of the league?" Belmont asked. "Maybe we can find the missing King Varian."

"Don't worry about that hot potato. The king is missing. The league will focus all its attention on finding Varian." Nathanos turned his head and looked at Belmont: "Tell others that I will issue new instructions after the tour is over."

"As for the order." Belmont replied, "Master, do you have to listen to the reports of other spies?"

Nathanos fell into silence. He was worried that the next news might affect his judgment. However, for the spies who were keen on their posts, Nathanos would not disappoint them.

"You keep going."

"The spies in Treasure Bay said that there were a large number of trolls in the Stranglethorn Valley, which were said to be Gula Bash trolls."

The Withered suddenly stopped and he asked, "This news reminds me of a man. He is also a troll, but not from Gula Bash, but a Zandala troll. In Stranglethorn Valley, he has a relationship with us."

"About Zandala trolls, what I will say next will also involve them."

"What's wrong?"

"There is news that there were traces of Zandarah trolls in Stranglethorn Valley. They also contacted the tribe and alliance and said they wanted to deal with the Gula Bash trolls. Something big should be happening."

"Great!" Nathanos had stepped into the craftsman's area, with boxes full of ore piled up everywhere, but nothing could make him more happy than the news he heard. "When the Alliance and the Horde's swords were swung toward other places, it was the Forsaken action."

Belmont fell into silence. Nathanos didn't think he was expressing rejection or dissatisfaction like this. Now he didn't ask Nathanos for more details, just because he understood what the Withered One wanted to do.
Chapter completed!