Gul'dan's Return

Just as Lantresuo and his people were searching for evidence that Talon Bloodmage had entered Ashenvale, Talon Bloodmage had already joined up with the Undead Scourge roaming Ashenvale, carrying three treasures with him.

Though the Scourge weren't expanding their influence across Night Elf territory at this moment, the Undead in those lands weren't merely scattered stragglers, either. Of course, they weren't servants of the Lich King. They were all part of the Burning Legion's legitimate forces, led by the Legion's commander, the Lich Rek'tar.

"Lord Rek'tar, I never expected you to come meet me in person. It's truly an honor!"

From Bloodmage's words, it seemed he knew the Lich.

"Gul'dan, you really did escape. It seems there was a reason Lord Kil'jaeden thought so highly of you."

Although he was clearly Talon Bloodmage, Rek'tar had called him by the name of Gul'dan, who had been dead for a long time. Who knew how many secrets were hidden behind that?

"Since you've brought the things, we should hurry to Mount Hyjal and use Nordrassil's power to open a gateway to the Twisting Nether."

As he spoke, Rek'tar reached out with his skeletal hand to grab Bloodmage's shoulder, but Bloodmage raised a hand and shoved it away.

"Gul'dan? What do you mean?"

The ghostly glow in Rek'tar's eyes tightened. He had no muscles in his face to make an expression, but anyone could still sense his anger.

"Ha ha, Lord Rek'tar, I'll do what needs to be done. But shouldn't you give me what Lord Kil'jaeden promised first?"

"Gul'dan, you dare try to bargain?! Do you realize that the fact you're still alive is the greatest favor Lord Kil'jaeden has granted you? Yet instead of showing gratitude, you dare bargain with him?!"

"Ha ha ha, Lord Rek'tar, you don't speak for Lord