The horizon glowed a drunken rosy red against the deepening dusk. Chilly winds swept past, and as twilight spread, a desolate beauty slowly unfolded. Creak! The Greymane Wall, the symbol of Gilneas, slowly opened. Rex rode his mount into Gilneas, marking the final end of Jaina's kidnapping.
Scott's corpse had been exchanged for Jaina without a single unexpected complication. In Kel'Thuzad's eyes, Scott's body was worth far more than Jaina, so rescuing Arthas's little ** had been easy.
Rex could only describe the whole affair as a grand beginning that fizzled out. Before leaving Gilneas, he had imagined Scott using Jaina to lay an earth-shattering conspiracy, a sweeping scheme aimed at the humans.
But once Rex learned the truth, he could only sigh at how much he had overthought it. From beginning to end, the operation had promised far more than it delivered. Scott's main goal had simply been to fight him. Yes, as unbelievable as it seemed, that was exactly what had happened.
Combining the information he had obtained from Scott with his own conjectures, Rex concluded that everything must have begun with their battle two years earlier. Scott had lost without understanding why and had been bitterly unwilling to accept it. In a moment of impulse, he had volunteered to be transformed into a half-demon to increase his strength. During the orc uprising, he had intended to avenge his humiliation, but Rex had never appeared among the main army. Rex had only taken part in the defense of Southshore. After the uprising failed and was suppressed, Scott, already aware that he had little time left, encountered Kel'Thuzad.
One had something to offer, and the other was eager to accept. They hit it off at once, sticking together like a stubborn plaster, and a plot to lure Rex out