After Gul'dan's Burning Legion Expeditionary Force conquered Suramar, it showed no intention of expanding further.
To Gul'dan, the Broken Isles were nowhere near as tempting as an invasion of the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor.
Seeing that Gul'dan had no desire to conquer the Broken Isles, Rowan sent the two army formations back to Kul Tiras in batches.
Jaina and Sylvanas did not linger either, returning to Kul Tiras with the troops.
The day before Jaina left, however, she put Rowan through quite an ordeal.
Somewhere, Jaina had picked up the dubious idea that the simplest, most direct way to keep her man's heart was to exhaust him, leaving him with neither the energy nor the inclination to think about other women.
Unfortunately, Jaina had still underestimated her husband's abilities.
After a fierce battle, Jaina's glistening eyes lost their initial vigor, replaced by a plaintive look tinged with bliss.
After nearly half a night, Jaina was as limp as a lazy cat basking in the sun, slumped in Rowan's arms and occasionally mumbling something incomprehensible.
Back when Rowan browsed forums, he often saw the saying: "An ox can work itself to death, but a field can never be plowed to ruin."
Rowan could only scoff at that. Did they really think all men were weak little calves? If the field was good enough, never mind tilling it a few times-even hauling out every last bit of soil was entirely possible.
"Oof, I'm sore." Rowan pressed his lower back, hurriedly picked up his Thermos, and took several large gulps of Anchor Weed and goji berry tea.
"What's wrong, Lord Rowan?" Thalyssra happened to be passing through the corridor. Seeing his slight grimace, she asked with concern.
Rowan cleared his throat and waved a hand. "Nothing. I've probably just been a little tired