Enemies saw red the moment they met.
Rhonin had been furious over Zuluhed's escape just moments earlier, yet now Zuluhed had taken on his Ghost Wolf form and stood in front of the Iron Warships, taunting him.
Who gave you the nerve?
"You failed to kill me at Grim Batol, and at Southshore, I..." Zuluhed began mockingly, a playful smile on his face.
Before he could finish, several torrents of arcane energy swept across the sea, whipping up waves several meters high.
Rhonin wasted no words on Zuluhed. Knowing full well that he had come to provoke him, the best response was to kill him.
Zuluhed's face turned ashen. He lowered his head and forced himself to run back.
As one of the few Shamans who had inherited the power of Draenor's elemental fury from the Throne of the Elements, Zuluhed had a profound sensitivity to energy.
If any of these energy spells, laden with all sorts of bizarre theories and properties, struck him, he would have no chance to resist.
Under normal circumstances, Zuluhed could still have used offensive spells to create some breathing room.
But Rhonin was now aboard an Iron Warship, with another Archmage skilled at enslaving elementals beside him. There was simply no room to fight back.
That was also why Zuluhed feared Rhonin.
Arcane energy erupted across the sea as immense quantities of Arcane Magic poured from Rhonin's hands.
The purple Ghost Wolf fled like a dog chased off with a stick, ducking his head and whimpering as though begging the enemy ships for support.
For the moment, Rowan paid no mind to the old and new grudges between Rhonin and Zuluhed. That purple dog was merely bait. The real enemies were the ships approaching head-on.
Zuluhed had ventured into danger alone, throwing himself into