The Failed Escape

Dahl heard the horses neighing behind him, but there was nothing he could do now. He had used up all his scrolls, and with Little Anvina by his side, he couldn't use magic either. Thankfully, they were already close to the coast. As long as he hurried there, Dahl could return to the Alterac Mountains using the teleportation scroll he had left there beforehand. After all, getting from Quel'Thalas to Kalimdor was impossible—not just for Dahl, but even for Kael'thas. The distance was too great, and it would take too much mana. That was why Dahl had sailed to the Alterac Mountains before teleporting to Quel'Thalas.

"Neigh—"

A horse neighed right beside him. Dahl was about to fight back with his staff when another crash sounded behind him. He glanced over and saw Mograine and his warhorse collide with a dead tree. A Death Knight Dahl had never seen before was blocking the road behind him on horseback. When Dahl turned back, his eyes met those of the stranger. They weren't as dull as the eyes of the Undead Dahl had seen in Quel'Thalas, nor as empty as those of the four riders pursuing him. In those deep-blue eyes, Dahl saw clarity and calm. This Death Knight had a mind of his own.

Dahl knew that some Undead had awakened to their own consciousness and formed the Forsaken. But he had never been this close to one who had regained his awareness. The moment he saw those eyes, he even felt that the other was much like him: a living, thinking being. The only difference was that one breathed and the other didn't.

"Thomson!"

Little Anvina, in Dahl's arms, cried out in delight. Only then did Dahl understand why the other had helped him. He hadn't seen Thomson because, when