In Motion

This High Elf was none other than Onyxia's older brother, Nefarian. The Black Dragon Prince had suddenly appeared here at his sister's request, to keep an eye on Varian. To be fair, Varian was far too timid. The moment he heard someone approaching, he hurriedly sat back down in his chair, not daring to keep peering around from beside the door.

Onyxia had asked Nefarian to watch Varian because she had something more important to do.

After receiving help from the dwarves, Bovar quickly shipped a batch of new weapons to Daelin. He did this as a precaution, but what he hadn't expected was that this very batch of new weapons would cause trouble. Not all the helicopter pilots were gnomes, and Onyxia was one of the gnome pilots. Once Daelin's army brought those helicopters to the front lines, war between the Horde and the Alliance would be inevitable.

And that was exactly what happened. When Kul Tiras and the Horde's navy faced off, both sides were already on edge. Then a shell came out of nowhere, and they started fighting. Afterward, each side had its own story, both claiming that the other had started the war. Since there was no way to find out what had really happened, the matter was left unresolved. But after this clash, war between them was unavoidable.

Daelin was naturally delighted by the prospect of war. Even Regent Bovar was taking a keen interest in it, because he could use the conflict to wrest power from the nobles and swiftly turn around the state of affairs in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Once the people at the top decided to go to war, the common folk at the bottom had no choice but to suffer in silence. But things were different now. South of