Reforming the Alliance

"Is this wretched weather what Northrend is like?"

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Illidan stared at the snow-covered landscape of Northrend, idly turning a smooth green crystal orb in his hand. Disdain showed plainly in his eyes. Though Illidan resented the Night Elves for betraying him, he had to admit that deep down, he still loved his people and the forests where he had grown up. That was why, seeing snowflakes swirling across Northrend's sky, he couldn't help making that remark.

"This is Zuldazar. There are places in Northrend with much nicer weather."

Compared to Illidan, who had spent years imprisoned, Vashj had stayed in the dark depths of the sea for ages with nothing to do. Whenever Azshara was asleep, she liked to wander around, so she knew more about this shattered land than Illidan did.

"Wherever this is, I just want to know how far it is from Icecrown Glacier."

"Not far. Ten days' travel. But the Frost Trolls of Zuldazar can be a handful."

As Vashj spoke, she glanced at the smooth crystal orb Illidan kept turning over in his hand. A trace of unease showed in her eyes. It was the object Illidan had acquired in the Tomb of Sargeras. He had kept it close ever since leaving the tomb, never letting it out of his sight. But Vashj, who had once stood beside Azshara and been in close contact with the Burning Legion, could sense the Legion's presence in it. That loathsome feeling had stayed fresh in her memory all these years.

But Vashj didn't try to stop Illidan. She knew that no one could sway him once he had made up his mind. If she voiced her concerns, she would only irritate him. So she could only stay by his side, ready to step in and