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After settling the military matters, Rex left Lordaeron City. The Alliance decrees that would follow, and the situation in each kingdom, were no longer his concern.
The Alliance had just been founded, and with Gilneas's army of several hundred thousand serving as a deterrent, who would dare disobey?
The force of five thousand would march through Dalaran's Hillsbrad before reaching the Arathi Highlands, rather than going through Andorhal. The route through Dalaran lay entirely within territory controlled by Gilneas and was very safe. Going through Andorhal would mean passing through the Hinterlands. Rex had not paid much attention to the Wildhammer Dwarves lately, and they had sent no representatives to participate in the newly formed Alliance. He instinctively remained wary of them, and they felt the same way. An army of five thousand was no small force. Since the two sides were not allies, Rex feared trouble might arise if he requested passage for his troops.
The Wildhammer Dwarves were another major problem they would have to resolve after dealing with the Burning Legion and settling everything else.
They would either submit to the Alliance or be destroyed by it. Those were the only outcomes awaiting the Wildhammer Dwarves.
The future belonged to the Alliance and the Horde, an era when those two factions would dominate Azeroth. Anyone who refused to submit would be destroyed. Ambition knew no bounds, and Rex was actually quite interested in conquering other worlds as well. He simply lacked the ability for now. If he gained that ability in the future, sweeping through all the worlds of the cosmos would be inevitable.
Of course, it was still far too early for Rex to think about such things. Azeroth was merely one