The sun blazed overhead. The monsoons brought six months of sweltering heat to the Wetlands.
While the chill of early spring still gripped most of the Eastern Kingdoms, the Wetlands had already entered the rainy season, and its marshes began to spread once more.
After a winter of pent-up loneliness, the murlocs of Bluegill Marsh finally welcomed the rains and a chance to indulge their desires.
Bluegill murlocs poured out of their damp caves and occupied the entire beach, preparing to plunder the locals' supplies and food.
This year, however, their mass mobilization did not go as smoothly as in years past.
They had occupied the beach, but before they could set out, a Black Dragon attacked them.
Scorching Black Dragon's Flame burned for miles. Even far from the shore, people could smell the aroma of grilled fish.
The Bluegill murlocs shrieked in misery as they burned, fleeing headlong back to their nests.
The Black Dragon in the sky had no intention of wiping them out. He wished these Bluegill murlocs had enough brains not to cause trouble at such a critical moment.
For a dragon, hunting lowly creatures like murlocs was beneath his dignity. And Nefarian was no ordinary dragon, but the Black Dragon Lord.
"Sister, I've finished the Bluegill Marsh mission just as you asked. Could you request permission for me to go home?" After clearing the beach, Nefarian returned to Menethil Harbor to report his success.
Katrana gave Nefarian an exasperated look. "I requested that mission so you could get some fresh air. Let me be honest, Brother. No matter how many missions you complete, I won't let you go back."
Hearing that he had no hope of returning home, Nefarian suddenly found his backbone. Pointing at Katrana's nose, he roared, "Onyxia, you're like a domesticated pet