Once-prosperous Suramar, the city of magic, had now completely transformed into a military stronghold. Squads of soldiers could be seen everywhere in the streets, and the entire city was filled with the grim, chilling air of an impending war. The convoy escorting Broxigar entered Suramar amid this atmosphere. From the moment it entered the city, people only occasionally glanced at the strange new creature in the cage. Broxigar had mostly recovered. Sitting inside the cage, he looked around curiously. "Where is this place?"
"At a time like this, why would I have the mind to deal with some beast?" A tall, imposing general clad in armor spoke impatiently to the Sentinel delivering the report.
"Lord Ravencrest, Captain Maiev believes it may be useful for future research. You should make arrangements for it." The reporting Sentinel spoke calmly, but left no room for refusal.
"Arrange it? Where am I supposed to arrange it? You saw it all the way here. Suramar is about to go to war, and I'm so busy I don't even have time to eat." Perhaps having vented his frustration, he added to the expressionless Sentinel, "Get a bigger cage and put it in the central square. Give everyone something to enjoy."
And so, Broxigar Saurfang, the famous Orc hero, was put on display like a pet. At first, he would bare his fangs at the spectators who pointed at him and laughed. Gradually, he stopped doing anything and simply sat there quietly. Later, there were no spectators at all, because everyone found a quiet beast uninteresting. Just as Broxigar lamented why his fate had become so miserable, his savior appeared.
"Look at our great hero. How did he end up becoming an animal?" The teasing remark made Broxigar open his eyes from his feigned sleep.
"Krasus? Why