Shafts of sunlight streamed down from the sky.
The sky was a spotless blue, without a single white cloud. A gentle breeze blew. It was a rare day of fine weather.
Dalaran remained bustling, its streets alive with voices and people coming and going.
Not far from Dalaran stood Peace Town, which now possessed all the structures a city should have.
City walls, taverns, and rows of buildings had risen from the ground.
It no longer looked like the refugee camp it had once been.
With the Kingdom of Gilneas channeling resources into it, Peace Town had been built up in a remarkably short time.
Now, Peace Town was bustling with activity.
Though smaller than Dalaran, its large population made it quite prosperous. Crowds filled its streets, and considerable quantities of goods from Dalaran flowed into Peace Town.
Ten li outside Peace Town lay a valley surrounded by towering mountains, with sheer cliffs on three sides.
Valleys like this were rare elsewhere, but they were commonplace in the Alterac Mountains.
The Alterac Mountains had a peculiar landscape. Towering peaks and rugged ridges abounded there, so numerous that their sheer number defied imagination.
This terrain also meant there were very few entrances to the Alterac Mountains. Unlike other regions, which could be entered from any direction, the Alterac Mountains could only be reached through the Hillsbrad Foothills or Lake Lordamere. Other routes might have existed, but none had yet been discovered.
That was precisely why, when construction began in Peace Town-
The Ogres in the Alterac Mountains had grown so anxious. If another city were built in the Hillsbrad Foothills, all the exits from the Alterac Mountains would be sealed off.
The Alterac Mountains produced no warships, leaving the Ogres helpless when it came to Lake Lordamere. They could only gaze