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"Thank you very much for telling me about this, Ms. Sylvanas Theramore will definitely support you, we have prepared a rest for you."

Sylvanas stood up to express her gratitude, but her sad face did not slow down. The female elf came here from afar, not to ask for a bed and drink a sip of soup. "My people need more home than food, Jaina. Can you let me join your camp?"

Theramo's ruler blinked. She had already anticipated Sylvanas's purpose, but she didn't expect the female elf to say it so bluntly. Jaina wanted to agree to this request, but the matter of the alliance was not something she could decide.

"This... I'm afraid I need to discuss it with King Varian."

"I don't mean that." The elf smiled, which made Jaina wonder. "I was talking about joining your camp, but I didn't say joining the league. I hope to stay here as your consultant."

"But Theramore is indeed the port city of the alliance."

"But no alliance city has such close contact with the tribe, lady." Sylvanas pointed out that this sounded like accusation, so the female elf added, "Theramore remains neutral between the two forces, but is just inclined toward the alliance."

"That's true." Jaina smiled awkwardly and gracefully, her hands fiddling with a bunch of hair, as if considering something, "But why don't you choose to join the league?"

Sylvanas's face was a little embarrassed, and this was entirely personal reason: she had investigated the entire process of Aurelia's encirclement and suppression of Nathanos. What surprised her was that the MI7 of Stormwind City also participated in the operation, so she had no good feelings for the human kingdom in the alliance.

But I have to give Jaina an explanation.

"My kingdom has joined the tribe, which will inevitably cause dissatisfaction from the league. When I come here, it is more likely that you will be suspicious. Jaina Varian will not agree to me joining the league, nor will I beg him to take me in."

"But this is not a long-term solution, maybe I can let Varian accept you."

"I have caused you trouble when I am here, Jaina. I don't want to make Theramore's situation even more embarrassing because of me." Sylvanas insisted, her eyes firmly. Jaina was very smart. She could feel that there was nothing Sylvanas had left, but the mage was sure that it was not a conspiracy, but an indescribable secret. "Just that's it, Jaina, it's good for both of us."

"I understand." Jaina stood up and smiled and reached out to Sylvanas, "Welcome to you and your people."

A few days later, the elves who followed Sylvanas settled in Theramore. At first, Jaina thought there would be many people, but in the end she realized that there were only two hundred people, and most of them seemed weak because of their addiction. But compared to the guilt of joining the tribe, the pain caused by their addiction was nothing.

During this period, Jaina and Sylvanas had their own things to do. The female mage had to contact the leader of Stormwind City. In addition to properly handling the relationship between the elves and the residents of Theramore, the female elf also took advantage of this period to visit Nathanos's father, Brad Maris. The last time she saw Nathanos' father was in Jaina's Lordaeron Expeditionary Force. At that time, Brad was already very old, and now he looked even older, even

Sylvanas walked into his house and came to him, he couldn't see who it was. According to his neighbors, Breed had lived alone for many years, and his brothers and family had moved to Stormwind City. Sylvanas looked at Breed holding a book describing the Way of Holy Light in his arms every day. The female elf thought, perhaps the only motivation for this father to stick to his life is the only one left of Holy Light and his son who he thought was still alive.

Half a month later, the situation began to be a little quick. Sylvanas thought that when the tribe announced the joining of the blood elves, the alliance would be in a hurry to find new allies. In this state, they might be forced to accept the fact that they were staying with Jaina, but they did not expect a spaceship fell from the sky, bringing new power to the alliance.

The sudden change also alarmed the forgotten.

"Where is that spacecraft landing?"

“On the Mystical Blue Island, Master.”

The Miraculous Blue Island? Nathanos' eyes quickly locked on Teda Hill above the map, "Damn, that island is too close to the night elves."

"Danasus's spies sent intelligence that a new civilized race appeared, and the high priest Tyrande and Ranger General Sandys had already gone to negotiate. It seems that they are also looking for allies."

"Let them find it." Nathanos waved his hand indifferently, "I care about the precious resources on the Secret Blue Island, but now, I'm afraid we won't get it." The Withered Man said, and his eyes saw a terrifying guard coming.

"Master, Lord Merriel wants to see you."

"Let him in," Nathanos ordered, and then waved Belmont to put away the map.

Another undead came in and took over the position of the leader of the Dark Blade. "I heard that there was an alien."

"It has nothing to do with us. We just need to do our own thing." Nathanos sat in the chair with his hands wrapped around his arms, and glanced at the mage intentionally or unintentionally, "How is your situation?"

"I can still control it." Merriel looked down at himself, "and I'm studying the magic of demons."

"Until now, you have not told me what happened to you." Nathanos leaned back in his chair, his words mixed with unabashed rebuke. He did not like what others hid in front of him, especially those that might threaten the forgotten.

Merell saw through the thoughts of the Withered One, and she replied very well, "I will not let the Forgotten One be hurt, don't worry."

"Then..." The undead on the chair sat upright, "What else do you have to say?"

"It's still about the last parliament." Merriel said briefly.

A smile flashed across Nathanos's face. "About the Curse Land?"

"You don't care, Nathanos." Merriel said loudly, only he dared to speak to the Forgotten leader like this.

"All you do is rewarded, Merell." Nathanos said sleekly, "I have sent more than half of the dark blade scouts around the world to look for the demon you are referring to, but none of their reply said they saw that guy."

Merriel's eyes flashed with light, "That demon cannot be found easily." He replied, but his eyes never left Nathanos's face. His voice sounded like a coiled snake: low, but contained ferocity and danger. "You have seen Manolos, and Tikdios, the Withering One. You know their power very well, and Kazak..." The mage gritted his teeth and pronounced the name with hatred, "He enjoyed the same status as the previous ones in the Burning Legion, and he is the leader of the Doomsday Guards. The Burning Legion has been defeated for many years, and the demons wandering around have been almost cleaned up. At this time, Kazak suddenly appeared. Don't you think there is any problem?"

"You mean the demons might be organizing a new invasion?"

"Not possible, but confidence."

"Any demon invasion is accompanied by a powerful demon lord. The ancient battle was when Sargeras used the Well of Eternity. Archmond, many years ago, used the magical power of Medivh and Dalaran." Nathanos said thoughtfully, "What about now? Where do you think the invasion point is?"
Chapter completed!