The wind howled, and the pounding of hooves mingled with its roar like thunder.
Several hundred riders thundered onward, the landscape racing past them. A surge of exhilaration rose in Rex's heart. What a pleasure it was to gallop freely across his own land.
At a light pat, the mount beneath Rex spread a pair of wings. Its hooves trod the air as it took flight, rising a hundred meters in an instant. The howling wind grew fiercer, lashing Rex's face like the repeated strokes of a blade.
He gripped the reins tightly. With an almost human understanding, his mount beat its wings and descended. Before long, it landed, folded its wings, and began to run.
"Head back!" Rex waved a hand and shouted, then led the charge back toward Lordaeron City.
Outside Lordaeron City stood an elderly man with an aged face and snow-white hair and beard. Wisdom filled his eyes. Upon seeing Rex, he stepped forward respectfully and bowed. "Your Highness."
Rex leaped down from his mount with a smile and patted it as it stood quietly beside him. A faint blue glow shimmered over its body, so ethereal that one could see straight through it, as though it were an illusory image. Yet Rex's hand landed squarely on it, proving to everyone that it was no illusion, but a solid being.
"This Netherwing mount really is excellent." Rex was delighted, and with good reason. Ever since he had obtained the research notes on summoning Netherwing from the Gnoll Vorgan, the mages of Gilneas had spent years studying them with little progress. Medivh's research notes were still too advanced for them, which also showed, in a roundabout way, how lacking Gilneas's mages were.
The research had only begun to progress after the Archmage appeared. The hardest part of