Riding on the Netherwing King, Rex kept pondering why traces of undead had appeared in the Western Plaguelands.
There was no doubt that the corpses of these undead had been acquired in Stormwind City and Kul Tiras. Yet after being reanimated, they had actually been deployed to the Western Plaguelands. That was puzzling.
The Western Plaguelands bordered the Eastern Plaguelands to the east, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to the north, Tirisfal Glades to the west, and the Hinterlands and Alterac Mountains to the south.
Routes led out in every direction, offering access to many places. To the south of the Western Plaguelands, however, mountains abounded. Anyone heading that way would have to cross the mountain ranges.
That possibility could be dismissed, leaving only the other three directions once the south was ruled out.
Rather than continuing toward Darrowshire in the Eastern Plaguelands, Rex began moving around the Western Plaguelands.
As his mount galloped along, he kept his eyes almost closed, carefully sensing that aura that filled him with discomfort and disgust.
He was searching for undead. He did not believe that the hundred or so undead they had just encountered were the only ones in the Western Plaguelands.
Were there really only a hundred or so undead in the vast Western Plaguelands, whose aura he had just happened to sense and then successfully track?
Who would believe in such a coincidence?
In his heart, Rex was more inclined to believe that there were many more undead, which was why he had sensed their aura so easily.
Searching for traces of undead took considerable effort, and half a day passed in the blink of an eye. The Netherwings were tethered together, while Rex and the others sat on a blanket spread over a small hillside. Food lay in the middle, and