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After the catastrophe, the master gradually began to become in simplicity. Belmont looked directly at the other end of the aisle. He carefully recalled what the woman said and tried to throw it out of the sky. But he couldn't do it, and there was an idea that made Belmont feel terrible: he had the same question in his heart.

Not all forgotten people are satisfied with the status quo, never.

The top secret letter was held in his hand, and it was inevitable that it was curious what was written on it. Only the owner could browse the content above. Belmont reminded himself again.

As he got closer and closer, he was getting closer and closer to the room where Nathanos was. At this time, Belmont found a man standing in front of the room door, like a guard on duty.

Audroksion Belmont almost called out his name, but this Twilight Dragon was quite arrogant to those outside Nathanos. Just like now, even though Belmont was already standing in front of him, he would not say a word.

"I have something important to meet my master."

Twilight Dragon did not respond to him, responding that his voice came from behind the door. "Come in, Belmont."

Aochsion then turned sideways and left half of his body. The door also opened automatically. The leader of the Dan Blade walked in.

Nathanos' black armor was almost the same as the whole room. He observed the three-dimensional map of Kalimdor through the light. It was the invention of Gizlok, the head of the artisan district.

"The news from Orgrimmar, top secret, master."

The Withered Nodded, took the letter from Belmont's hand, and then opened it and began to pace back and forth in the room, just like his eyes swept through the lines on the letter paper. Soon, he spoke: "I heard that the Dragon Mile Alliance has been disbanded."

"This is news a month ago, Master," Belmont echoed, but he didn't understand why Nathanos mentioned it.

"What's abnormal about Northwind Tundra in Northrend?"

"No."

"No?" Nathanos's voice revealed a direct blame. "It seems that he has to hit the spies over there. The long-term peace and nothingness has made their attitude towards work numb."

The Withered Returns the letter to Belmont. This time he received permission to view the contents.

Within a few minutes, the head of the Forgotten Intelligence Organization knew the reason why the master would be angry. He bowed slightly in shame, "I promise to punish those lazy guys, Master. But I wonder if you should take action in Theramore in advance for the contents of the letter. After all, your father..."

"It seems that the woman's words have a great impact on you, otherwise you will not come to test your leader."

Belmont's pupils gradually dilated, and he firmly believed that if he was still alive, he would have been in a cold sweat.

"Please forgive my presumptuousness, Master." He said immediately, and stopped looking up, waiting for the possible punishment that might come next. His heart was full of questions, why did the master know what had happened so quickly?

"Listen, let Orisos take his Sky-Coveringers to the North Wind Tundra immediately," said Nathanos, but Belmont did not accept the order immediately. He glanced at the leader of the dark blade, who was still pondering, "Do you still want me to order you to retreat?"

"I'll do it right away." Belmont recovered, hurriedly wrote down the order, and exited the room. This was the worst experience. He thought to himself that when he saw Audroksion outside the door again, he suddenly understood something, both surprised and fearful.

Is it him? Belmont kept pondering, could Twilight Dragon hear the entire Maraton's ears?

Odroksion watched as the trepidated dead left, stepped into the door and faced Nathanos, "I have a premonition of your desire, Father. Do you need me to go to Northrend in person?"

"Can your ability block the connection between Focused Rainbow and Blue Dragons?"

Twilight Dragon smiled confidently. "With me here, they will never know who took their treasures away."

...

Orgrimmar's carnival finally ended. The Taurus Chief Bain moved his nose unccustomedly, and there was still an undissipated smell of fireworks in the air. He looked up at the cast iron spike fortress above. The Gromash Fortress stood majestic, but the door was closed at this moment, and all the leaders of the camp were asked to wait for the arrival of the chief to enter.

Bain subconsciously had a thought: If Hellscream knew how to cherish allies, they should let them enter the fortress and wait.

The Taurus Chief quickly forgot this idea. Before coming, his most trusted adviser, the Great Druid Hamuir Rune Totem, suggested that he would not have a conflict with Garrosh, and no one could guarantee what actions the Great Chief would do to punish those who disobey him.

"Congratulations on your victory in the Western Plagueland, Regent."

A familiar voice came to Bain's ears, calming the Tauren's heart in an instant. He couldn't wait to see. Even with his back, the body shape of the Dark Spear leader Wojin could still keep a look at Aurelia Wind Walker.

"Thank you, Lord Woking." Aurelia nodded slightly, "I regret the incident in the Echo Islands, and I wish you can recover the lost land as soon as possible."

“This is nature.”

Bain heard their conversation. Not long ago, a rebellion occurred within the Dark Spear tribe and the Echo Islands fell. Now the Dark Spear Trolls can only commit themselves to a small village on the coast. However, the Great Chief Garrosh did not help the Trolls regain their homes. This also indirectly proves the discord within the tribe.

The Taurus walked towards Woking with the same expectation and saw him coming. The Regent of the Blood Elf nodded slightly and turned away. Woking smiled at Bain, "The Blood Elf likes to stay out of the matter, please don't mind."

"I hope so if I can," Bain sighed.

His concern was Woking's. At today's leader gathering, will Hellscream have any terrible strategy to be implemented? The war in Ashes Valley is in a stalemate, and in the long run it will only weaken the tribe. The troll leader patted the Taurus's broad shoulders and whispered: "No one will like his orders."

"Not necessarily." Bain turned his eyes to another unpleasant guy. Gary Vickers, the trading prince of the Xishui chaebol, was talking to his entourage with a big belly. "Some people want to fight."

"War may not necessarily bring benefits, especially for the alliance..."
Chapter completed!