Regional Division

The rain was drizzling down from the sky. Jaina hurriedly pushed open the door, not caring whether she lived there or not.

It was quite late when the meeting ended today. If it hadn't started raining in Dusty Swamp, Jaina wouldn't have been aware of the passage of time. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have some agreement that she hadn't fulfilled.

"I'm sorry, Aegwynn." Jaina removed her wet cloak and tidied her disheveled hair. She found Aegwynn lounging in a rocking chair, eyes closed, humming an unknown tune.

She seems to be in a good mood.

After Jaina finished getting ready, she knelt down in front of Aegwynn, took her hand tightly, and said, "I'm here, Aegwynn. I'm sorry I'm late again."

"The mage is often late. It's alright, Jaina. I used to be like that too." Aegwynn opened her eyes, looked at the blonde girl, and smiled, pointing to the table. "That pot of tea is freshly brewed; you can warm yourself up."

"Thank you, I'm not actually cold." Jaina was telling the truth; she felt exceptionally warm as soon as she stepped into Aegwynn's house. She didn't know if it was due to magic or something about the house itself.

How was your day?

"It's alright..." Jaina replied, frowning. She didn't know how to assess today's meeting. When Shandris and Bolvar met, everything went smoothly, but problems arose. Bolvar was skeptical of the Night Elf' sudden desire to join the Alliance. He wanted Shandris to explain in detail what was wrong with Darnassus and whether their joining the Alliance cause unnecessary trouble. The Ranger-General of the Sentinels was also adamant, stating that the Darnassus issue was an internal matter for the Night Elf, and even if they joined the Alliance, other Alliance members had no right to interfere and therefore no need to know.

The two sides argued over this point, and neither could convince the other.

"It's good because it's not perfect, it means there are still problems." Aegwynn closed her eyes again, her breathing light, as if she were about to fall asleep.

"Nothing in this world is perfect, but I believe the Night Elf and the Alliance will reach an agreement."

"Some things are inevitable, Jaina. You don't need to prioritize this. You have other work to do."

"Like chatting with an old man?" Jaina smiled.

Aegwynn greeted him with a more benevolent smile, "Besides that, there are many other matters concerning Kalimdor."

"I reckon my desk is piled high with documents. I've been busy preparing for meetings lately, and I've had almost no time for anything else."

Aegwynn nodded. "Then you need to get some rest. You need to have plenty of energy when you work."

"Indeed." Jaina stood up, holding her cloak in her hand. "Well then...see you later." She chanted a spell and teleported directly to her Mage Tower.

The air still held a lingering scent of magic. Aegwynn rose from the rocking chair and walked to the window. She had another guest to greet.

As soon as the window was opened, a shimmering crow stumbled in. After a burst of chaotic light, it transformed into human form.

"Mother!" Medivh and Aegwynn hugged each other.

Her son couldn't hide his joy, and Aegwynn was happy for him too. She wiped the water droplets from Medivh's forehead and hair and asked, "Is everything settled?"

"Yes, in Wailing Caverns."

"And what about you?"

Medivh forced a smile. He had come not only to tell his mother good news, but also to say goodbye. "I must go, Mother. I'm going to the Astral Plane. This world no longer needs me."

"I understand." Aegwynn guessed what his son was going to say. Their time together had been short, but they both understood the burdens each carried. "And what about him?"

"He doesn't need me anymore." Medivh smiled, turning his gaze westward. "He knows what he needs to do."

Spear Valley was once home to the Maraudine Centaur tribe, who guarded Maraudon, which was located in Spear Valley, but now it belongs to the Forsaken.

Nathanos sat alone atop the highest peak, having arranged everything. A port and fortress— Shadow's End Fortress —would be built on the southern coast of Maraudon. Veronalara would remain to select the most talented soldiers and train them as Ranger. Nathanos had told Belmont that he intended to create an organization, one that could infiltrate all of Azeroth. This organization would be far more terrifying than Stormwind City's SI:7.

"Not enough!" Nathanos reminded himself. There were still many areas the Forsaken hadn't explored. The biggest problem was population. Nathanos had decided to return to Lordaeron again. It was a long-term plan. Recruiting Forsaken under the noses of the Scourge, the Demon Lord, and the Crimson Crusade was an extremely dangerous undertaking...

"Master of the Witherer?" Belmont appeared behind him at some point, his attitude towards Nathanos growing increasingly respectful.

"What's up?"

"Maraudon is already ours, and everyone is discussing how to transform it into an environment suitable for the Forsaken."

"You must remember every word I am about to say."

Upon hearing the instructions, Belmont took out paper and pen to prepare to take notes.

"Divide the entire Maraudon into two parts, the outside and the inside. I'll start with the inside, which is divided into five areas. The first area, from the Poison Mushroom Caves to the Poison Waterfalls, is designated as the Alchemy District, specifically for potion development; the second area, the Poison Gas Caves, is designated as the Mage District; the third area is the Evil Caves, which is designated as the Military District. Tell Veronalara that's where she trains her Ranger."

Belmont noted them down one by one. Then, remembering that the Witherer hadn't indicated a few places, he asked, "What about the places of the Earthsong Waterfall and the Za'tar's Tomb ...?"

"The fourth area: Earthsong Waterfall. The terrain there is treacherous, so we'll transform it into the Shadow District for intelligence work. Za'tar's Tomb..." Nathanos shook his head. "That place is no longer a tomb; it's a good location. We'll hold military conferences there from now on. As for the fifth area, it's the complex tunnels you see after entering Maraudon. It's spacious and has mines. I originally wanted to transform it into Artisan District, but the machinery the artisans create is difficult to transport. So that idea was abandoned. In that case, you can use this area as you see fit."

"Please provide instructions on the external division."

"Outside is Spear Valley, which is perfect for building a strong fortress. Let's call it the Undead Fortress. Also, Shadow's End Fortress should be built at the same time. We urgently need a port and ships."

Belmont was somewhat troubled upon hearing this. "Master, I'm afraid we don't have that many people."

"I know. So I'll be going back to Lordaeron to recruit new Forsaken. You'll come with me; we'll depart in two days."