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There are many places in Lordaeron that Sylvanas has never been to. And Nathanos' home is not on this list.

Marris Farm was once a beautiful landscape, full of open fields and fertile land full of life. After the arrival of the Scourge, the plague completely polluted the area, turning it into a decay similar to "Autumn Style".

At this time, Sylvanas was looking down at the broken land below. Nathanos was by her side. She told him the Alliance's requirements, including that the Forsaken must be returned to Stromgarde. As long as Nathanos agreed,

The Alliance recognized the Forsaken's status in northern Lordaeron. However, she believed that Nathanos must have foreseen it. Varian's request was unreasonable and without sincerity.

"Jaina was waiting for your answer, but you brought me here." Sylvanas finally said.

Nathanos twirled the wine glass in his hand and glanced at the house. The ruins of the past had been rebuilt, just as before.

"The Forsaken will not give up an inch of their territory. I ordered Mortus to reject the Alliance's request." Nathanos said. Not only that, he also drafted a new agreement and sent it to Jaina.

Of course, he knew that the female mage had no final say in the talks between him and the alliance.

"Aren't you afraid that the Alliance will fall out?" Sylvanas was worried that Varian would not make a compromise. The Alliance did not lose many troops in the battle of Orgrimmar. At least the main force of the Seventh Fleet is still there. They only need

After a period of rest, you can start fighting again.

Nathanos drank the wine in one gulp and waved to the waiting waiter to get another glass. "Varian should be more worried about my contact with the Horde than whether I care about the Alliance's face."

"Of course he doesn't want you to reach any agreement with Wo'jin."

"Then he will be disappointed. Vol'jin is a sensible person. I like to deal with sensible people. If Varian still talks to me as a kingdom, I won't worry about the coming of war."

"He won't worry about war, but you probably don't want war to break out." At this point, Sylvanas suddenly smiled, "You are really similar."

Nathanos turned his head to her, confused by her words.

"I mean you both have a tough attitude and you don't want to show weakness to the other party."

"I don't care what Varian thinks, but I can't compromise. Once I agree to him, it will be equivalent to a public show of weakness. In a few days, the Silver Crusade and the Horde will also stand up and make demands."

"So, have you reached an agreement with the tribe?"

Nathanos nodded. No doubt, he knew that Varian would be furious when he heard about the agreement between him and Vol'jin, but now it was a done deal. He clapped his hands, and a Forsaken soldier

Kneel down in front of Nathanos and offer a scroll. The scroll is sealed in red and dark blue wax paint, with a battle flag and a skull seal on it respectively.

Sylvanas looked down at the scroll in Nathanos' hand. "So, is this an agreement you signed with the Horde? I believe Jaina still doesn't know about it."

There was no expression on Nathanos' face. "Yes, and the tribal chief added a condition."

Sylvanas let out a sweet and short laugh. "You say that, which proves that what you care about most in the agreement is this additional law."

"indeed so."

"What is it?"

"Vol'jin requested that the Forsaken not interfere with the battlefields of Gilneas, and that they not prevent Horde members from traveling to Gilneas through Forsaken territory."

Sylvanas stiffened. She was sure that Varian would not agree to this. And she did not want Nathanos to agree to this request. The Forsaken publicly stated that Horde members could lead to Gil in Lordaeron.

Allowing free passage on the battlefield in Nice is equivalent to not wanting to see the Alliance recapture Gilneas.

Among the many leaders of the Alliance, only Varian was originally dissatisfied with the expansion of the Forsaken. However, since the Dire Maul of Feralas was also captured, the night elves also began to pay attention to this undead force. Now, perhaps even Gilneas

The king will also stand up against Nathanos.

"This condition will definitely make it difficult for you to make progress in negotiations with the alliance." Sylvanas reminded.

Nathanos shook his head, "I have already considered it. The Alliance is too obsessed with the northern territories of the Eastern Kingdom, and this is where the conflict between us lies. If this conflict cannot be properly resolved, I

I don’t mind maintaining the status quo.”

The last word is used very cleverly. Maintaining the status quo means that the Alliance and the Forsaken may still be hostile to each other, but there will be no military conflict. Whatever Nathanos's plans are, he is not ready to fight with the Alliance yet.

A war.

"It seems that Jaina will return in vain this time." Sylvanas said, "This is nothing more than a failure for her diplomatic resume."

Nathanos just shook his head, "No, in fact, I plan to give the Alliance a cake, which can also be regarded as a gift to Jaina."

"I guess it must have something to do with Theramore." Sylvanas smiled, her smile was playful.

"Not only Theramore, but also Southsea Town. The Forgotten recognize these two strongholds of the Alliance in the north of the Eastern Kingdom. Even if a war breaks out in the future, the Forgotten will not take the initiative to attack those two places."

"I believe you have made a wise decision. Judging from what I have seen, the citizens of Theramore are particularly worried about the Forsaken territory deep in their homeland. I believe this can calm all unnecessary fears.

.”

"Fear can always be suppressed." Nathanos held Sylvanas's hand, "Not to mention other people, if this can make Jaina trust us, I hope that one day Theramore will be full of

Open the city gates in a friendly manner so that travelers from the Forsaken may have the opportunity to visit.”

"You know Jaina will definitely agree with your idea." Sylvanas lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of two Terror Guards walking over, and they also brought a Pandaren with them.

"It's the Shado-Pan."

Nathanos's voice sounded calm, but also a bit serious. The female elf glanced at him, seeming to have thought of what was going to happen next.

With a hand, the pandaren was brought to them.

This chubby guy is wearing the iconic Shado-Pan costume, but he doesn't wear a hat.

"Your Excellency the Withered One." The Pandaren bowed.

Nathanos looked at him quietly for a moment, and then said: "I haven't heard from the Shado-Pan for a long time. I guess you brought news about Garrosh."

Hellscream has been taken to the White Tiger Temple and imprisoned since his defeat. After so long, he finally has news.

"Yes, Master Zhu invites you to the White Tiger Temple in seven days. At that time, the gods will announce Garrosh's final judgment."

"Seven days?"

The panda nodded.

"Have you also invited the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde?" Sylvanas asked this question.

"Yes, Master Zhu also sent messengers to King Varian and Chief Vol'jin. Master Zhu also said that you can all go with the entourage you selected. But you can't bring soldiers, and the weapons you carry with you are also prohibited.

It must be handed over to the monk."

Are the pandaren worried that they will fight? Sylvanas almost smiled and couldn't help but look at Nathanos, but suddenly realized that the calm expression on the man next to her had disappeared. The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly.

It's tight, as if some emotion will burst out as soon as it is relaxed.

What did he see?

"I have received your message." Nathanos spoke, and then said to the two terror guards: "Take him down to have something to eat, and then send him back to Pandaria after he has rested."

"Thank you, Lord Witherer."

Watching the messenger retreat, Nathanos's expression did not improve.

"You seem to have something on your mind?"

"He just said he couldn't bring soldiers with him and had to hand in weapons. What do you think?" His voice was only slightly questioning, and the rest was hard and cold.

Sylvanas was stunned for a moment, with confusion and confusion in her eyes. She seemed to think that Nathanos was not asking a question. "What else can I do? The Shado-Pan must not want to see the Alliance and the Horde fight.

.”

Is that so? She also had doubts after saying it. This would not be the first time that Varian and Vol'jin gathered together. In Orgrimmar, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde had met each other in arms, but they

There was no conflict, because they all had a common enemy at that time. And that enemy has not yet received the punishment he deserved. This trip to the White Tiger Temple was also to uphold justice. Varian and Vol'jin both know how to measure. Zhu Talan is

Isn't that too cautious? And the collection of weapons will make this meeting look like a conspiracy.

Sylvanas felt that her thoughts were a little messy and explained: "Perhaps the pandas and gods are afraid that someone here will not be able to help but chop off Garrosh's head."

"Maybe there is such a reason." Nathanos suppressed the coldness on his face, showed a soft smile, and pulled Sylvanas into his arms. "But if the judgment of the gods can

If they follow their wishes, there will be no need to confiscate weapons."

When the female elf heard this, she couldn't help but look up at him and cried out uncontrollably: "You mean the gods will let Garrosh go?"

"I mean, maybe in seven days at the White Tiger Temple, we will hear an unsatisfactory trial result. So Zhu Taran is preventing some impulsive leaders from being blinded by anger."

Sylvanas's face also darkened, "That orc, what other ending is waiting for him besides the death penalty? No, compared to what he did, even death is too kind.

"

It's a harsh judgment. But it's not wrong. Even among the Forsaken, many people think Garrosh should be executed. After all, this is the outcome that most people firmly believe.

"Didn't Zhu Taran say that this was a fair trial? Is there any other justice besides death?" the female elf in his arms asked.

The Blightcaller doesn't know what justice is, but he knows that even if Garrosh is executed, it will not satisfy everyone. Especially the Alliance, the accusation against the former warchief of the tribe will gradually escalate to hostility against the entire tribe.

.Even the forgotten ones may be trapped in it.

"The fairness of the trial does not depend on what fate Garrosh will face, but on whether it can satisfy everyone."

The death penalty will satisfy the people on the Horde side, but the Alliance side will definitely not stop there. Maybe Jaina won't say anything, and so will the Prophet Velen, but others...

"It seems that there will inevitably be an argument after a week."

"So I don't plan to be there in person at that time."

Sylvanas stared at him in surprise. "Why? The Forsaken also made sacrifices in the Battle of Orgrimmar. You should show up, right?"

"If I go, it will only make the situation more embarrassing."
To be continued...