A brilliant golden sun hung in the blue vault of the sky, and a white cloud drifted through the clear heavens like a lone sail on an azure sea.
The sky was as clear as a sheet of blue paper. A few thin white clouds floated slowly on the wind, as though the sunlight had melted them.
The wind came howling from the northeast.
From far away, a sound could already be heard: Wooooooo!
It was a shrill, mournful sound, like the cry of a bird heralding misfortune.
A purple vortex hazily took shape.
A glowing portal appeared on the platform outside Lordaeron City.
Rex slowly stepped out of the portal. A man leading the Netherwing King hurried over to him.
A servant following behind quickly dropped to the ground and arched his back, making himself into a human mounting block.
Rex stepped on his back and swung onto the Netherwing King, then tugged the reins and sped toward Lordaeron City.
Thud, thud, thud!
Hoofbeats echoed through Lordaeron City. With the Netherwing King galloping along, Rex soon returned to his mansion.
As soon as he entered the mansion, a tall maid dressed in tight-fitting clothes that accentuated his shapely figure hurried over to Rex. Turning sideways, he said quietly, "Your Highness, there is some bad news."
"Go ahead," Rex said, his voice betraying neither joy nor sorrow.
There was no telling what he thought, but that in itself expressed an opinion.
Inwardly, Rex felt nothing but irritation at his bad luck. He had only just received some good news, and bad news had followed right on its heels.
His discussions with the high elves and dwarves had gone exceedingly smoothly.
Both the dwarves and the high elves understood the danger posed by the undead. In particular, the undead had killed