The next day, the Duskwatch regrouped with their packed luggage, waiting for orders.
"Where are we going? Why do we need cold-weather gear?" Thalyssra asked Azshara curiously.
The queen shrugged. "I don't know either. Deren will arrange everything."
Thalyssra looked at the queen and that short-lived man, unable to resist gossiping. "Your majesty, why are you treating that man so well?"
"Hehe, I want to eat him!" Azshara was practically drooling before she said dejectedly, "But there's a Black Dragon guarding him, treating him like her own treasure. What a pity."
"Haha..." Thalyssra could only give a foolish laugh and pretend she had heard nothing. She turned and slipped away. A queen who had lived for ten thousand years had actually taken a fancy to an ordinary man. Should she take an interest in him too? He seemed to move among several factions and held considerable power.
Aegwynn cast a powerful mass teleportation spell. In a flash of light, the entire group, along with the whole Duskwatch, was instantly transported from warm Suramar to the bitterly cold winds of Northrend.
Before them lay a vast settlement built between the ice fields and the coast, its rough wooden and stone structures brimming with a primal sense of strength. Vrykul warriors, eight feet tall and nearly as wide at the waist, immediately surrounded them. Wrapped in heavy furs and bone armor, they watched these uninvited guests with wary, oppressive gazes.
Just as the Duskwatch was intimidated by the harsh environment and formidable inhabitants, an unexpected figure emerged from the largest longhouse. He wore an odd outfit combining Vrykul style with mage robes, his red hair as eye-catching as ever. Three exceptionally tall Vrykul women with strangely beautiful features followed at his side—the "Flame Seeder," Rhonin, who had three wives.
"Teacher Aegwynn! What...