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A gentle breeze blew quietly across the land, stirring Rex's brown hair. He stood motionless, his eyes closed.
Behind Rex stood more than a hundred knights, each holding the reins of his mount. Only the Netherwings moved, shifting their bodies and tossing their heads, their hooves making sounds as they lifted and lowered them.
After a long while, Rex finally opened his eyes and said softly, "Here."
He slowly pointed north. Looking out over the boundless wilderness ahead, he waved to a knight beside him.
He called out.
The Netherwing King beside the knight raised his head and glanced toward the sound. Lifting his previously lowered head high, he set his four hooves in motion and walked toward Rex.
Within a few steps, he reached Rex's side. Rex extended a hand and gently stroked the Netherwing King's head twice, then swung onto his back. With a tug on the reins, he galloped north.
The knights beside Rex needed no orders. As soon as he mounted the Netherwing King, they mounted their own Netherwings and followed him into the distance.
North of the Western Plaguelands lay the territory of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
From afar, Rex could clearly see a hazy magic barrier enclosing Quel'Thalas as he rode the Netherwing King. Like a wall, it separated the Western Plaguelands from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
The sight of the barrier deepened Rex's frown. He had some different thoughts about the current situation.
With the undead appearing in the Western Plaguelands, Lordaeron City in Tirisfal Glades was not their only possible target. The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to the north was another.
Even if Kel'Thuzad