Deren Has Gone Missing

Late at night, Orgrimmar lay shrouded in dim yellow lamplight. Swaying torches cast shifting shadows across the stone-paved streets. Patrol soldiers marched through the darkness with heavy footsteps.

The night wind swept grit across the empty square, seeming to carry faint whispers from afar.

Two delicate figures emerged from an unnoticed patch of shadow. They watched the Great Chieftain's tent ahead, where Kor'kron soldiers patrolled nearby.

"That was easy!" said a woman's voice with an unusual accent. "Shall we have some fun?" With that, she cast a complicated spell, and the Orc soldiers began wandering around as though blindfolded.

"Saloras, stop playing around. Business first!" said the other fiery-red figure.

"Fine, fine!" Saloras, with her strange cloven hooves and tail, increased her output of Shadow Energy. The Kor'kron soldiers soon fell asleep.

"Who's there?" Thrall saw the soldiers outside collapsing one after another. Grabbing Doomhammer, he stepped out boldly. Having already faced the Blue Dragon King Malygos, he no longer found much to fear.

But when he saw the red and black figures outside, clearly not ordinary humans, Thrall still felt uneasy. These ghostly visitors, who resembled Draenei from Outland, did not look like they had come to exchange greetings.

The red figure stepped forward first. The black one toyed with shadow magic between her fingers as she followed behind.

"Thrall? Great Chieftain of the Orcs, we need you to answer a few questions," said the red one.

"State your identities first. Otherwise, I won't answer anything." Thrall raised Doomhammer and watched them warily.

"Oh? Your mouth's pretty tough too. Want me to turn up the heat a little?" As she spoke, the peculiar woman called Saloras fired a bolt of black energy at the Orc leader.

Thrall shuddered violently after being hit, yet he could not make a sound.