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A banquet will only be held when the negotiations have a certain result. Even people who do not understand diplomacy understand this truth, but the host of this banquet seems not to know.

In the middle of a long table, Nathanos was cutting a soft roasted lamb chop with a knife and fork. The people sharing the dinner with him were all members of the Alliance. Jaina and Sylvanas were closest to him,

Sit on either side of him.

The Alliance mission arrived in Lordaeron in the afternoon, and Varian made up his mind to let the mission set off the night before. Jaina returned to Lordaeron after many years and had mixed feelings in her heart. Many places in this kingdom

There are also shadows of the past, such as the embassy where she is now.

There are many waxy portraits and maps in the embassy. The walls are covered with picture frames. These things record the great past of Lordaeron. The most eye-catching one is a portrait of King Terenas. Jaina must admit

, although Alsace brought disaster to the kingdom, his father was a great and beloved king.

But this painting was definitely not put up by Nathanos. Maybe it was the work of the Crusaders. Whatever the reason, Jaina was very happy that Nathanos received them here. She heard about the embassy from the tribe.

But it was a temporary one.

However, the current situation was truly the most embarrassing scene she had ever seen. It could be said that Nathanos himself was the only one who integrated into the atmosphere of the dinner. He kept tasting the food without saying a word.

Jaina wanted to break this atmosphere, even if it was just a small talk. But she thought the most suitable person to do this was Sylvanas. But the female elf had been observing Nathanos and couldn't concentrate.

She was drawing her bow and aiming at the target.

Looking at the others, Elsa Yunge curiously fiddled with the delicious food she had never seen before. Maldra was meditating. Shandris spent most of the time spinning the wine glass in her hand in boredom instead of drinking.

Among them was the wine. Compared with her, Mekkatorque and Muradin looked much more generous. Two guys with no obvious height sat in the seat farthest from Nathanos, and on the other side of them were empties.

A barrel of Dawn Mist wine. It was specially prepared for them by Nathanos. It turned out that the Blighters had caught the preferences of the dwarves and gnomes. The expressions of the great craftsman and the members of the Three Hammers Council became more and more happy when they drank, and they almost exhaled.

They shouted to each other and cheered.

No one can help her. Jaina sighed bitterly.

The female mage secretly glanced outside the room door, and there were only two followers of Nathanos. This was strange, but there was no need to worry. With the Wither's ability, it was more than enough to protect itself.

"The Pandaren chef I invited also prepared a charcoal-grilled fresh fish." Nathanos broke the silence when the awkward atmosphere was about to reach its point.

"Thank you for your hospitality. It's very thoughtful." Shandis' tone was very light, as if she was trying her best to hide her emotions. "But unfortunately, I can't take a bite."

She was expressing that she was getting impatient. Jaina couldn't help but admire her tenacity.

"The fatigue of travel will indeed reduce your appetite."

Shandris' lips twitched, and it was obvious that what Nathanos was talking about was not the real reason for her anorexia.

There was a little more gunpowder smell in the air, and at this moment, the pandaren chef had brought the charcoal-grilled fish. The unreasonable fat guy smiled at everyone and left. Shandris was so angry that she couldn't vent it.

, could only stare at the newly presented food with vicious eyes.

It is estimated that Shandris has already started planning how to drive the Forsaken out of Feralas. Jaina secretly hopes that she can continue to restrain herself. After all, Nathanos did not treat them slowly. But like General Sentinel, she hopes to fast forward.

When it comes to formal negotiations, she is eager to sit at the negotiating table and 'bargain' with the other party.

However, if Nathanos insists on being a polite host, it means that this endless banquet will continue.

Jaina suddenly discovered Nathanos's completely wrapped left hand. When Orgrimmar, Sylvanas and Nathanos came together, she accidentally saw the mutated hand.

Later, members of the Alliance gathered together to discuss the changes in the Wither. Prophet Velen gave a conclusion, that is, Nathanos embraced the power of the Old God. This is bad news, which means that the next work must be based on his

Think deeply about every word and deed. Can a creature infected by the ancient gods still maintain its own sanity? Is it Nathanos or Y'Shaarj who is sitting here now?

Perhaps only Sylvanas can tell this, and there is no abnormal expression on the female elf's face for the time being, indicating that Nathanos is also normal. Jaina can temporarily feel at ease.

"Owner!"

Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open, and the two undead guards immediately grabbed the swords on their waists. However, the person who rushed in was none other than Nathanos' intelligence chief, Belmont. Jaina remembered

He is now a key surveillance target of MI7.

"Belmont, didn't you see that I was entertaining distinguished guests?" the Lord of the Forsaken asked. However, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The leader of the Dark Blade hurried to Nathanos' side. Although he did not have permission, there was only one explanation for this situation, and that was that something bad had happened.

Belmont whispered a few words into Nathanos's ear, and the expressions of those who listened to him changed.

The Withered One's brow furrowed into a questioning frown. The Forsaken One who delivered the message to him nodded.

"I'm so sorry." Nathanos forced a smile to the Alliance people out of politeness, "There have been more and more visitors from the Forsaken recently, and I have to meet another friend."

"When can we formally discuss it?" Shandis claps her hands on the table and asks.

"At least you have to rest for a day, and then I will send Mortus to see you."

He just left, and he only looked at each other with Sylvanas before leaving.

"What an arrogant guy."

"Calm down, Shandris." Jaina comforted her softly, gently pressed her shoulders, and asked her to sit back in the chair. "This is the territory of the Forgotten. We can't rush Nathano."

Please make your decision, don't forget what Varian told us."

The Alliance is not ready to go to war with the Forsaken. This is the warning issued by the King of Stormwind in front of everyone in the envoy.

"Then we can't waste time in vain." Shandris drank the liquid in the wine glass in one gulp, and the irritating taste distorted her face with facial lines. "He is completely stalling for time. The Forsaken are dying every day.

Their work efficiency has almost allowed them to gain a foothold here."

"Then can we stop them? What are your chances of winning a war with them?" Jaina raised her eyebrows at her.

This question made Shandris' face instantly darken. The night elf tightened her lips and said in a deep voice: "Unless the alliance uses all its forces and is prepared for a multi-front war, and..." Her eyes wandered for a moment.

, ended his speech in a hurry.

"And beware of the Horde." Vindicator Maldra added for her. Judging from his tone, this Draenei seemed to be opposed to antagonizing the Forsaken.

"Yes, once we fight the Forsaken, we may even push them into the arms of the Horde." Muradin said. The dwarf was fighting with the last bit of wine left in the barrel.

Shandris rolled her eyes, "I'm so glad you can still say something useful, Muradin. Didn't you say that you and Nathanos know each other? Why didn't you try to talk to him just now? And you, Mekar.

Tok.”

The dwarf craftsman nodded slightly, and wiped his mouth with his child-like hand, "Oh! We have to know what to say. Ms. Jaina is the best at diplomacy. And recalling past events or simple greetings are a waste of time.

, isn’t it?”

"There is no point in discussing what just happened now." Jaina interrupted Mekkatorque in a rare moment. She shook her head helplessly and sighed: "We should consider the next task. The first step is to follow

Let’s talk about the progress of the Horde’s contact with Nathanos. The Horde envoy came nearly half a month before us, and during this period, Nathanos may have been invited to invite the Forsaken to join the Horde. But the good news is that Nathanos

Si probably hasn’t accepted it yet.”

"Why are you so sure?"

Jaina smiled and said, "Of course, if Nathanos agreed to join the Horde, he wouldn't prepare such a sumptuous dinner to entertain us, would he?"

"Your idea is too one-sided, Jaina." Shandris retorted, "It's not difficult to guess what Nathanos thinks. He just wants to watch the battle between us and the tribe and profit from it.

No, he is using us. Our arrival will make the tribe anxious. Only in this way will they offer more and more favorable conditions to recruit the Forsaken."

This possibility was possible, and Jaina didn't know how to answer the call. What surprised her was that Sylvanas, the female elf who usually defended Nathanos the most, was unusually quiet at the moment. Facing Shandris' harshness

She didn't get angry despite the judgement.

Jaina's gaze caught Sylvanas' attention. In the end, she simply smiled.

…

"Where is he?" Nathanos walked quickly through the street, not even having time to respond to the Forsaken people on both sides of the street who greeted him. Now he just wanted to hear Belmont's voice.

"On the city wall, he insisted on meeting you on the city wall." Belmont said.

Nathanos began to quickly organize his thoughts and asked his own question: "Who else came with him?"

"He's the only one."

Of all the answers, the answer to this question was the one Nathanos wanted to hear the least. Coming alone meant that the man was visiting for personal matters and not on behalf of the force he belonged to. "What a shame!" the Blighter murmured.

."The Kirin Tor are valuable to the Forsaken."

The repair work on the city wall had not yet been completed. Khadgar's sudden visit caused the repair workers to stop their work. They could not let the mage leave.

This man was standing on the edge of the city wall, waiting for the person he wanted to see. It wasn't until he heard the footsteps disappearing behind him that he spoke: "The last time I stood in this position was when Lordaeron was attacked by orcs.

." The white-headed mage patted the stone in front of him, and then glanced at the person who came to him. "The person I was looking for that time was King Terenas."

"You have been away from this world for too long, Khadgar." Even though North's voice sounded completely different from the restraint before, he waved his hand back and asked the entourage to retreat.

The night sky in Lordaeron shines with light blue light.

Khadgar took a deep breath. "You want to tell me that this kingdom no longer belongs to the Menethil family, right? I don't object to this. But why do you want to create disasters for people who have nothing to do with it?

"

Nathanos knew Khadgar was looking at him and what he was talking about.

"Everything in Outland has nothing to do with Azeroth, why do you want to bring them into the war?"

The Archmage came to him about the Forbidden Prison incident, so he chose to pay a private visit. In the past, the relationship between him and Shattrath was very close, so it was normal for the Naaru to ask him to investigate this matter.

"That spaceship will save the Forsaken from losing thousands of soldiers. The reason why I took it is that simple."

"So you can do whatever you want and harm others for the sake of your followers?" Khadgar cursed. The hand holding the staff trembled with excitement.
To be continued...