After a short rest, the four of them set out again.
This time, their destination was the southern side of the Alterac Mountains.
Unlike the warm, humid climate at the foot of the mountains, the heights were much colder and gloomier.
Sunlight rarely pierced the mist. Within their limited field of vision, all they could see was a world of branches swaying in the dim light.
Although Rhode did not know exactly where the Frostwolf Clan lived, he believed that if they kept following the mountains, they would eventually find them.
Then Rhode could ask for their help-as far as he knew, the Frostwolf Clan was the least warlike of all the orc clans. Otherwise, the evil warlock Gul'dan would never have exiled them here.
Besides, Thrall-Lilia's warrior teacher-should have returned to the Frostwolf Clan by now, which would give their request an even better chance of success.
"Rhode, does Teacher Thrall really live here?" Lilia asked as they walked.
"He should..."
As they pressed onward, even Rhode began to feel a little uncertain.
The game's history told him that the Frostwolf Clan was here, but so much had already happened.
After Thrall came here and met the orc shaman Drek'Thar, would they continue living in this home, or head out in search of somewhere new, perhaps even sail west to Kalimdor? No one knew.
The road ahead grew more winding.
The mountain trail twisted through the ravines, and tall trees beside it blocked the sunlight, leaving the "travelers" in darkness for nearly half their journey.
By the time they reached the southern end of the trail, everyone felt as though they had finally emerged into daylight again.
Before them lay an enormous valley! A valley covered in ice and snow.
The stark contrast in scenery astonished them all. None