Varian's plans had nothing to do with Duanmu Huai, and he couldn't care less about them.
He had already passed through the Teleportation Gate and arrived in Silithus—the cursed wasteland.
As far as the eye could see, there wasn't a trace of green anywhere in Silithus. The sky was gloomy, and the earth held nothing but ruined soil and nauseating traces of corrosion. Cold wind blew into his face, making even his soul tremble in the corrupt chill. This oppressive, maddening aura... well, it was truly nostalgic.
"Good grief, this place has been badly corrupted."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Duanmu Huai surveyed his surroundings. Because this was an exceptional case, the mages of Stormwind City had teleported them to Cenarion Hold in Silithus. It was a fortress built in the style of the Elves, though calling it a fortress was generous—it was really just a pile of broken houses. Whatever. Duanmu Huai had never planned to get along with those long-eared bastards anyway.
Duanmu Huai had come alone this time, sending everyone else back. The reason was simple. In the Inquisition, Mary was the most experienced at dealing with Great Old Ones and their offspring. After all, the world she came from was a Cthulhu World. The others still lacked experience fighting such entities, so to be safe, Duanmu Huai had not let them come along.
Before coming here, Duanmu Huai had also asked the Court Mages about Silithus's history out of curiosity. According to those mages, a race called the Qiraji had once lived here and established their own civilization in Silithus. These Qiraji were devout followers of the Ancient God C'Thun, and they had once attempted to conquer the world under the Ancient God's call... all right, it was the same old story.
In short,