The Blood Demon's Betrayal

"If you refuse to submit to the great Lich King, then your life will be the price you pay for defying him!"

Arthas gripped Frostmourne and lightly tapped Invincible's flank. He shot toward Kael'thas like an arrow.** **

"The snow's stopped!"

Leiluo stepped out of the cave and looked at the snow-blanketed land beneath the clear blue sky. The gloom that had weighed on him for days lifted at once.

"Now that the snow's stopped, we can get moving again. Time waits for no one."

Seeing Leiluo's excitement, Illidan promptly reminded him of their situation. Leiluo's high spirits immediately sank.

"Yes, time waits for no one. We still have a long way to go. In that case, let's set off!"

Leiluo grabbed a Gryphon as it emerged from the cave, climbed onto its back, and took off into the sky.

In the council hall of Orgrimmar, Cairne sat at the central desk, his enormous frame bent over his work. All around him, people bustled about. Running a country meant dealing with countless matters. That was especially true now, with Horde troops stationed in both Northrend and Quel'Thalas. Things in Northrend were manageable; after years of hard work, the region was slowly becoming self-sufficient. But the army stationed at the port of Quel'Thalas consumed vast quantities of food every day.

More importantly, nearly a million Quel'Thalas elves had arrived in Kalimdor. Finding homes for them was not something that could be done in a day or two.

Still, under Cairne's tireless efforts, everything was being handled in an orderly fashion. Leiluo's knowledge from his previous life had proven useful in many ways.

"Lord Cairne, Lord Lantresuo is here to see you."

As Cairne bent his enormous bull's head over his work, a Goblin came up beside him. The Goblin