"Honored Warchief, I request the Horde's protection and am willing to serve you." A dark-skinned young human clad in strange attire appeared in Orgrimmar's chieftain hall and voluntarily sought Rend's protection.
Rend frowned at the young man before him. He already knew the other's identity: Wrathion, the Black Dragon Prince, one of only two black dragons on Azeroth unaffected by the Old Gods.
The other was Blackhorn, the Spiritwalker from Highmountain who now served as an advisor to Arnak Grimtotem, the Tauren Warchief.
Wrathion had been born from a black dragon egg purified by Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, with the aid of various forces after Deathwing's fall. He had been hidden in the Crimson Sanctuary of the Twilight Highlands, only to mysteriously vanish not long ago before seeking out Rend on his own.
This black dragon prince, who might have hatched only days ago, was far from simple. The intelligence inherited from Deathwing's bloodline made his actions impossible to predict.
This black dragon prince had originally been meant to appear at Ravenholdt Manor and work with them, yet for other reasons, he had come to Orgrimmar of his own accord to seek protection.
Divine Sword Seradel was drawn in an instant. Rend rose from the Warchief's throne and walked to Wrathion's side, his voice icy. "Why? Wrathion, give me a reason to protect you, and tell me your purpose. My sword still bears the undried blood of your brother, Nefarian. If you dare lie to me, I won't mind killing another black dragon prince."
Before Rend's overwhelming strength, Wrathion, who had only just hatched, had no means of resisting. Moreover, Seradel periodically exuded a suppressive aura specifically aimed at black dragons, making Wrathion swallow nervously.
"Because Alexstrasza only wants to make me her puppet and use me to rule