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Before Rex reached Nethergarde Keep, a group came out to meet him.
They were from Nethergarde Keep. Rex recognized that easily enough, since he had expected their arrival long before.
With his keen powers of observation, Rex had long since noticed the black eagle circling overhead.
The surveillance methods employed by Nethergarde Keep were so crude that Rex hardly knew what to say.
In a place like the Blasted Lands, the earth was barren and wildlife had all but vanished. Never mind eagles-there wasn't so much as a bird. An eagle appearing here was far too conspicuous.
Anyone with a little experience could tell that something was wrong with the eagle. Worse still, they had done something foolish: they kept it circling overhead, following Rex and his companions. Its behavior was far too human.
Eagles possessed some intelligence, but not much. All this gave Rex only one impression: fake. Far too fake.
Had he not known that the eagle was a magical creature sent by Nethergarde Keep, and that raising it had not been easy, Rex would already have shot it down.
Then he would have roasted it and eaten it.
"This way, Your Highness Rex," Clay said respectfully, stepping forward with impeccable manners.
Azeroth was a world that revered the strong. Humans did not place absolute strength above everything else, unlike ignorant races such as gnolls and quilboar, among whom anyone strong enough could rise to become a leader. Still, once someone's strength reached