"What? The chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan wanted to see me?" Llane looked astonished.
Garona nodded. "Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan are honorable and rational. They opposed the invasion of Azeroth from the beginning, and their position within the Horde is not very good now."
Llane glanced at the Divine Venerable, who was sitting nearby chatting with Lothar. Before the war, the Divine Venerable had mentioned that the Frostwolf Clan belonged to the rational faction, the kind that could be communicated with.
"Llane, it would be good to meet him. The Divine Venerable said the Frostwolf Clan is different from the other clans. Perhaps this is a breakthrough." Medivh sat in a soft fur chair nearby, coughed, and spoke.
Lothar laughed as he rose and patted Medivh on the shoulder. "You've gotten quite comfortable in your role as an adviser, old friend."
Medivh shook his head. "I merely want to make up for my mistakes as much as possible."
"This wasn't your fault, Medivh. A dark god's soul had been lurking inside you since the day you were born. There was no way you could have resisted it." Hu Feng also walked over and comforted the despondent former Guardian.
Medivh nodded gratefully at the two of them. Since breaking free of Sargeras's control, he had been consumed by deep self-reproach. His friends' comfort made him feel much better, but a mistake was still a mistake. The world would only say that Medivh had caused all of this, no matter whose soul had controlled his body.
The border between the Redridge Mountains and the Burning Steppes.
This place had already been turned into a rudimentary defensive position by the Horde, and the Frostwolf Clan had been assigned to cover the rear. Everyone knew what covering the rear meant: either total annihilation