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"Belmont." Gizlok enthusiastically walked towards the undead waiting at Digehog Falls. As the most loyal person around Nathanos, perhaps he knew why he suddenly recruited the chief craftsman of the Forgotten. In the past days, Belmont handed over both loyalty and talent to Nathanos and let him send him.

Gitzlok narrowed his brown eyes, stared at Belmont's expression, and asked him at the minimum volume he could make: "I guess there must be something important today, right?"

Belmont's face showed displeasure and said, "Every time of the withering meeting has important things, and I think you should pay more attention to it."

The goblin jumped up and patted the companion's arm, then stepped aside. "I know, I know. Am I here to rush back? What exactly happened?"

Belmont didn't say much. He brought the goblin to the meeting place. Compared to the past, the current Withering Conference was much more aura when Terenas met Lothar. Nathanos's seat was facing the passage leading to the meeting place, but now it was empty. Belmont signaled Gizlok to sit opposite the Withering One. This was not a different treatment, but because Gizlok was the last one among other members of the meeting. The goblin noticed that Merriel was sitting on the right side of the Withering One, next to the mage, was the dark ranger Veronara and North. On the left were Belmont and Lasouveos. Unlike in the past, in addition to them, there were also carefully selected horror guards, who stood solemnly around the venue.

As time passed by little by little, the leaders gathered here gradually became anxious. Some low murmurs began to come from between Veronara and Merriel. In Gizlok's view, although the Rangers and the Mage often talked about "patientness", they themselves may not have such qualities. After his keen ears heard footsteps, the whispers of the two finally stopped.

"Everything is here, very good!" Nathanos's voice echoed around him, and he also looked at Gizlok specifically. "You are all loyal members of the Forgotten Ones. I call you, and you come as promised!"

He sat above his position, waved his hand to everyone to sit down, and then started to the topic directly. "There is a huge hidden danger that has not happened to us, and it begins to threaten our current achievements. It is very likely that the Alliance and the Horde will form a coalition army. Their target is not us, but they are very likely to pass through our territory."

Veronara couldn't help but sweat. She remembered that the transformation of the Razor Heights had not been completed. What should they do if they were discovered? The Dark Ranger had roughly guessed why Nathanos suddenly launched the Withering Parliament, but she always hoped that she had made a mistake.

The Withering continued his words. "According to information, the tribal chief Thar has decided to send troops to face the threats in Silitus. And they sent the tauren Hamuel Rune Totem to contact the night elves. At present, the two sides are still negotiating..."

Nathanos had spoken at this point, and he closed his eyes tightly, signaling that everyone present could speak.

"All alliances and tribes, will they block the construction plan of Razor Heights? Then will our actions be terminated?" Gizlok's harsh tone was the first to cut through the air. He pointed out the most serious problem incisively, but he had not finished speaking. The Forgotten may not only stop the action of Razor Heights, but worse, they may have to give up the land.

Veronara was very glad that he didn't say it, otherwise Lasuevios would stand up and yell to fight the league to the death in the next second. "Maybe we don't need to worry too much. Whether the alliance and the tribe will cooperate is unknown. You must know that alliances have always been the most troublesome. How many troops are sent, the route of progress, and... the commander cannot be decided in one or two days, just like when the human kingdoms united in resistance to the old tribes many years ago."

Among the people present, Merell was not keen on force and war, but he knew very well about this. Although he was very close to Veronara, their ideas would not be together. "I'm afraid we don't have much time. The threat of the Amquira worms is imminent. The tribe and the alliance are very clear about the pros and cons. They will not move slowly. Now the two sides are discussing who will lead the joint army."

"Varian's son Anduin is missing." Belmont pointed out, "The league may not..."

"Andu is a matter of Stormwind, and has nothing to do with night elves and dwarfs. Especially night elves..." Nathanos' eyes opened when Merriel said here. "They had experienced the evil of the Amquira worms a thousand years ago, so they would not stand by."

"Night Elf?" Nathanos paused, his eyes swept over everyone, and the atmosphere became more serious. "Belmont, is there any road on the map that can happen to allow the alliance and the tribe's army to avoid our territory?"

"It is true, master, and it is the only route." The leader of the Blade said responsibly: "From Orgrim, after the Barren Land and Mogore, to Phelas, all the way south is Silitus."

"Will they take this route?" Veronara looked a little disbelief and said in her elf accent. "If that happens, we can not only avoid their sight, but also take advantage of this opportunity to go elsewhere to start our careers."

"That's it." Belmont looked at her, "but we cannot control the march routes of the tribe and the alliance. Before everything is settled, the base of Razor Heights may..."

"No!" Nathanos stood up loudly, "Our career must not stop."

"But Silitus..." Veronara said worriedly.

"Although we cannot control the marching route of the United Army, if we tempt a little, we can let them go the path we want them to go." Nathanos looked at Belmont beside him, "I will write a letter, you are responsible for sending it to Phelas."

"What are you planning to do, Master?"

"I can only fight." Nathanos said, "Merel's words just now reminded me that the night elves will never sit idly by, but Danasus is too far from Silitus. If the night elves want to send troops, they must be on the water."

"Waterway? But there is no port for Cardore in the south of Kalimdo." Lasueveos questioned.

Nathanos shook his head and gave Belmont a look, who understood it and took out the map. Nathanos took a feather from his quiver and placed it on a floating island on the western sea of ​​Phelas. The feathers had bright spots like a crescent moon. "This is their port."

Everyone fell silent again.

"The tribe must want to quickly get to the alliance's army..." Nathanos paused and corrected: "...the army of the night elves gathered. In Phelas, they could meet as early as possible, or feel Silitus in the shortest time." After hearing this, no one stood up and asked questions.
Chapter completed!