"Build Nethergarde Keep in The Blasted Lands? Of course we can. I think every member of the Alliance should contribute funds to build it. What do you think, Divine Venerable?" Llane stroked the stubble on his chin as he considered it.
Hu Feng nodded. "Naturally. Once it is built, every Alliance member nation must also send a force to guard it. If the Dark Portal opens again, we need to know immediately... Oh, right, one more thing. News from Quel'Thalas: isn't their Prince Kael'thas serving as a councilor in Dalaran? Some time ago, zombies and other undead animals were discovered on several farms within Dalaran. Someone in Dalaran is secretly studying necromancy."
"What does that have to do with our Alliance?" Llane asked, somewhat puzzled.
"No, it does concern us. From now on, all food and wine shipped from the north must be individually inspected by priests. If an undead plague spreads, it would be a disaster for the Alliance."
"Understood. Do you know who did it, Divine Venerable?"
Hu Feng nodded. "I do. Kel'Thuzad, a member of the Kirin Tor Council. But he should only have just begun researching this field, so he can't stir up much trouble yet. Let him be."
Llane chuckled. "I suppose the Divine Venerable has another plan? One day in the future, our Alliance will probably make another fortune. Having a Divine Venerable who can see the future feels wonderful, haha."
Just then, Varian ran in, covered in mud. The Windrunner Sisters, Alleria and Sylvanas, followed behind him.
"Father! I personally killed ten Kobolds today!" Varian was extremely excited. Whenever he had time lately, he had been roaming Elwynn Forest with the Windrunner Sisters.
Llane felt both helpless and proud. His son was a born warrior, already displaying remarkable talent before even reaching adulthood.