of."

"So, the princess of Gilneas may have the same purpose. After all, her country is now bordering our territory. I can guarantee that the Greymane family would rather let the tribe continue to occupy that land than let us

Take over." Belmont suddenly smiled, "The speed of expansion of the Forsaken scares the Alliance."

'Of course they will be scared.'

"As for the others," Nathanos' eyes were fixed on the two names on the list, 'Muradin Bronzebeard' and 'Great Craftsman Meratok'. He knew both of these people, and they were alive.

A good friendship was established.

'It seems that Varian still wants to play the emotional card with me.' Nathanos smiled slightly and returned the list to Belmont. "These people have a high political status in the alliance. Negotiations with them may be difficult.

It’s not easy.”

"I have asked the chief executive Mortus, and he said he can handle it." Belmont carefully put the list away, and it could be seen that this was information that the spies had spent a lot of effort to obtain.

"Are they all on their way here?"

"Not yet, Varian seems to be still hesitating."

"This is not like the character of the Ghost Wolf." Nathanos sneered. "I don't want to wait any longer. Spread the news that I will meet with the tribal envoy tonight to urge the king of Stormwind City.

"

"I understand, I'll do it right now."

Belmont was about to leave. Nathanos suddenly thought of something and stopped him. "Wait a minute."

The Forgotten One in front of me turned around. "Any other instructions, Master?"

Nathanos' eyes wandered for a moment, and he hesitated for a while before saying: "Send engineers to Maris Farm to repair it."

Even Belmont looked surprised at this strange order. However, he did not raise any objection.

"As commanded."

…

Lordaeron Horde Embassy.

"I have to say that this city has a lot of room for development." Gazlowe was settling accounts. He would chatter from time to time, which was completely different from Ji Fire Palm, the master of fire and metal who was meditating beside him.

"We are not here to discuss business." The leader of the tribal envoy was Eitrigg. He looked at Gazlowe walking around. The goblins seemed to have regarded this city as the territory of the tribe.

.Of course, if the tribe can persuade the Forsaken to join, that would be great.

"We have been here for almost a week, doesn't Nathanos still want to see us?" Lor'themar, the representative of Silvermoon City, asked softly. He was answered by the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Here he comes." A guard of the mission rushed in and said excitedly: "The leader of the forgotten ones is here."
Chapter completed!