More than ten days of high-intensity, almost brutal training passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, the Duskwatch and the Vrykul warriors gradually went from completely unequal opponents to forming a strange relationship of mutual tempering.
The Nightborne learned how to deal with overwhelming force, while the Vrykul began to witness magic's troublesome and ingenious applications beyond simply bombarding the battlefield.
By the end of the sparring, the Vrykul no longer charged directly at the Duskwatch's lines. Instead, they would circle around from the left and right to launch flanking attacks.
In response to such cunning opponents, the Duskwatch would set magical traps along both flanks in advance.
After the Vrykul waded through magical traps of quicksand, fire, explosions, and more, they had to face the Guard's concentrated magical barrage. The result was ultimately a draw, but due to their numerical advantage, the Duskwatch still claimed victory.
During the training, Deren fully understood the principle that courtesy was never wasted. He gave Rhonin's Horde gifts on many occasions.
With Aegwynn, a walking magical warehouse, around, Theramore's "local specialties" were brought out in an endless stream: carefully forged weapons better suited to Vrykul builds, thick and warm blankets, and, most popular among the Vrykul—massive quantities of fine alcohol! Together with Theramore's spices and seasonings, they fed the Vrykul, who were still living by fishing and hunting, so well they nearly swallowed their tongues.
Using food and wine to swiftly conquer the northern warriors' taste buds, Deren and his group quickly closed the distance between both sides. Seeing this generous man, quite a few inexperienced young women in the Horde boldly expressed their affection with their eyes. It frightened Onyxia into staying by Deren's side every day, afraid that someone might steal her home if she let her guard