Desolace belonged to the centaurs. They ruled this land, and no one knew just how many of them lived across its vast expanse. Yu Lin Bloodhawk admitted that he had underestimated their strength. The negative impression left by World of Warcraft's game design had clouded his judgment of the difficulties they might encounter on the way to Dire Maul.
Sigh! The centaurs had driven the mighty tauren to the brink of extinction, forced the quilboar into remote corners at the foot of the mountains, and held the night elves back in Ashenvale. They roamed freely across Kalimdor, from Desolace to Thousand Needles, with their presence extending even into the Gadgetzan Desert and the Tanaris Desert. How could they possibly be weak?
This battle had thoroughly shaken Yu Lin Bloodhawk awake. What bullshit about a low-level leveling zone! That was a game, not reality. Games divided the monsters in each region into levels so players could progress from rookies to skilled veterans. In reality, the differences in the centaurs' overall strength from one region to another would never be as great as in the game. In fact, they might be more or less the same.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk now understood that crossing centaur territory to reach Feralas would be like an elite Han army marching alone deep into Xiongnu territory, fighting its way through every obstacle all the way to Rome. Was that... dangerous or not? Fortunately, they had not yet penetrated too deeply into the heart of centaur territory, and he still had a chance to change course.
Hurrying as fast as he could, Yu Lin Bloodhawk finally reached the temporary camp of Sylvanas's Frostwolf Rangers before three in the afternoon. The rangers had only just woken up when they arrived.
Ignoring his exhaustion, Yu Lin Bloodhawk ordered the City