The Queen Got Knocked Up

Zul'Gurub.

Central Temple.

It was raining outside again.

In Stranglethorn Vale, it rained on ninety percent of the days each year. Of the remaining ten percent, half still had rain during the day but not at night, or at night but not during the day.

Alleria hated this weather.

Everything was too damp.

But compared to the damp weather and the faint troll stench in the air, Alleria loathed even more the intermittent, indistinct sounds coming from deep within the temple behind her.

"Sure enough, the ancestors were right about those lowborn! Lowborn truly are lowborn! To think they'd get mixed up with trolls!"

"Good thing the High Elves left them back then!"

"Little Moon, Little Star, Little Breeze... I miss you all a little."

"Quel'Thalas..."

"Sigh!"

"..."

Just as the High Elf ranger-lord wallowed in self-pity, she suddenly looked around alertly.

The High Elves' innate sensitivity allowed Alleria to sense an immense mass of energy gathering around her!

The energy had appeared for no reason at all. It had materialized from thin air, and the moment it did, Alleria felt as though she had been submerged in the waters of the Sunwell, leaving her body swaying unsteadily.

The next instant.

Just as the High Elf was seized by terror, the entire sky over Zul'Gurub changed color!

The rainforest sky, which had been dark and overcast as a light drizzle continued to fall, turned a blackish deep purple in barely the time it took Alleria to blink twice.

Terrifying arcane energy roared, making it harder for Alleria to breathe than the waves of any ocean. Her innate sensitivity to energy left her truly unable to breathe—not figuratively, but physically.

Alleria had no idea what was happening. For no apparent reason, it felt as if she had been thrown into the