Skirting Mogor's Outpost and crossing a maze of waterways and swamps, the Draenei party traveled through the night, cutting across Nagrand as they marched toward Shattrath.
Based on the intelligence Kargath had publicly announced, Yrel knew that the Horde would begin organizing a full-scale assault on Shattrath tomorrow.
Considering the time the Horde needed to muster its forces and arrange its logistics, their official attack on Shattrath would come within two days at the latest.
Before then, she needed to reach Shattrath in time and inform her people of the news, so they would not be caught unprepared.
Unfortunately, Ye Ting could not offer much help in that regard.
Having never set foot in Shattrath, he lacked the necessary spatial coordinates and could not use the fastest spatial spell to send them directly there. Flying across Draenor with so many people would be nothing less than painting a target for the Burning Legion. Their only option was to travel on foot.
Fortunately, [Mass Haste] could increase their marching speed, allowing them to move on foot almost as quickly as cavalry.
Under the effects of [Mass Haste], nearly a hundred fully armed Draenei sped across the grasslands of Nagrand. Against the dim night, the bizarre sight made them resemble ghostly shadows drifting over the plains.
At this pace, they would need a full day to reach Shattrath.
That was, if everything went as planned.
Nagrand's starry sky was breathtakingly beautiful.
This vast grassland had not yet been completely tainted by fel energy. Thick green grass rose past a person's waist, and the air brimmed with vibrant life.
During another rest stop, the Draenei sat in small groups on the ground in a cleared patch of open land, savoring the rare quiet and freedom—things they had long been denied.
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