Time slipped by, and several days passed in the blink of an eye. A hazy night settled over the sky, leaving the world pitch-black. Tonight was especially dark, without a trace of moonlight.
Neither of the two moons unique to Azeroth appeared.
Rex had been busy lately. His main task each day was dealing with matters in the Eastern Plaguelands.
The situation in the Eastern Plaguelands had deteriorated, and a portal was suspected to have appeared.
Suspicion alone was not enough. They needed evidence.
Rex knew all too well how difficult it was to build a portal. The resources required were astronomical, and resources alone were not enough. People also had to work together to make it possible.
The first undead army to come through would certainly not have been very large.
They could not possibly match the archmage. Even the archmage had only succeeded thanks to his extraordinary talent and the help of the Skull of Gul'dan.
The first wave of undead transported into the Eastern Plaguelands this time would not have been very large, either.
But the second wave would be another matter. With Rex presiding over the discussion, everyone spoke freely, and they soon pieced together most of the undead's intentions.
It was not particularly difficult to guess. This time, the undead were no longer relying on secret schemes. They had begun acting openly.
They must have planned this strategy well in advance.
It was the countermeasure they adopted after their initial plot failed.
They used their fleet to tie down Light's Hope Chapel, then began building a portal to summon an undead army.
That was a major reason why the undead fleet had kept delaying a full-scale attack.
What worried Rex was not the first opening of the portal, but the second.
Once it opened for