Fel Cannon
Rassuvios looked up at the sky, carefully observing the shadows that had gradually gathered over the past half hour. Onyxia could indeed emerge from them. Now, his concern was whether the men Nathanos had sent could subdue the black dragon. The instructor felt extremely guilty at the thought of being controlled. Although Nathanos had told him that even the most Will person would find it difficult to resist the control of evil magic, Rassuvios's inner remorse still prevented him from forgiving himself.
He was told by the Witherer that if he wanted to make amends, he must not reveal to Onyxia that he had broken free of control. Finally, he received Nathanos's orders to capture Onyxia.
Rassuvios was so excited that he momentarily forgot how difficult the task was.
Suddenly, a soft footstep made Rassuvios freeze in place. This was Twilight Camp, south of Warhammer Mountain in Nagrand. The Forsaken had raided this place five days ago, wiping out the cultists who had taken up residence here. However, their intention wasn't to expand their territory, but rather to find a secluded and open location to deal with the Black Dragon Princess. The Forsaken instructor frowned. There shouldn't be anyone left here...
In an instant, Rassuvios turned and charged at the intruder. He chose a simple and brutal assault for his first attack. He discovered that his opponent also wielded a longsword, but a heavy Greatsword. Rassuvios thrust straight at the stranger, but the attack was nimbly dodged. He seemed to hear the intruder's disdainful snort. The Greatsword's swings dazzled him. The intruder raised a powerful leg and kicked out heavily, striking Rassuvios solidly in the chest. The instructor staggered back several steps, nearly falling to the ground, his face deathly pale with shock.
If this were a battle as he had anticipated, Rassuvios knew his longsword would have already pierced the man before him. But something seemed amiss, and the instructor regained his composure. He raised his weapon to regain his footing and observed the intruder. The intruder was tall, about his size, shrouded in a black cloak that completely obscured her face. She had no pointed ears; she was likely a female Orcs.
"Who are you?"
The person ignored Rassuvios's question. She looked around and asked with slight disappointment, "Hasn't the master of the Witherer come?"
Rassuvios quickly realized the truth. She was also Forsaken. One of the people Nathanos had sent. But she wasn't a dead one. The instructor sheathed his longsword.
The Orcs woman turned around, staring unabashedly into Rassuvios's eyes. The instructor tried to look away, but he couldn't. He returned the gaze. In the blink of an eye, the Orcs woman was upon him, moving so fast that Rassuvios couldn't react in time.
"You're the instructor of the Forsaken?"
"Yes," Rassuvios uttered with difficulty, then asked, "You were sent by Lord Nathanos? Who are you?"
"Only our master knows our identities," the female Orcs replied, then found a rock to sit on. Then she uttered something that enraged Rassuvios: "You can leave now."
"What?" Rassuvios roared in exasperation, staring at the female Orcs in utter astonishment. He acknowledged her strength, but that didn't mean she could command him. The instructor retorted without backing down, "This is a chance for redemption given to me by Lord the Witherer. I will certainly use this sword in my hand to cut off that dragon's head."
"Enough!" The female Orcs nearly lost her temper and tried to teach Rassuvios a lesson. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Her more composed tone seemed to soothe the instructor as well. "First, your the Witherer master's task for you is to imprison Onyxia. This order did not say that you were to deal with her, and... the Black Dragon Princess must live. Second, don't forget your identity; you are Forsaken, and you must completely obey your master's Will."
The two fell into deep thought, neither speaking a word. Rassuvios stared thoughtfully at the Orcs woman's brown eyes peeking out from beneath her cloak. He sensed that Orcs loyalty to Nathanos was no less than that of Belmont. The Twelve Withered Swords? Rassuvios remembered Giznok mentioning that name; it was the Witherer's personal guard, created for themselves. Each member possessed formidable power.
But could they handle a dragon? Rassuvios was highly doubtful.
"Go find a cage," the female Orcs said again. "We don't need you here."
"Then pray, Orcs," Rassuvios said, forcing out the words through clenched teeth. "You'd better not let him down."
There was no reply, and she herself didn't know. She had never imagined disappointing Nathanos. It all happened so naturally and simply; he had followed a human Prince to Durnholde Castle by chance, found her in the arms of an old Orcs, trained her to be Warrior, and bestowed upon her human wisdom. He then placed her in the keep to monitor Blackmoore's every move, and it was she who told him about the human's secret training of Thrall ... But that was all in the past.
When Giznok found Nathanos, the Forsaken had already established a base on a massive floating island in the northwest corner of the Netherstorm. This location was ideal for dangerous magical experiments, as the chaotic magic of the Twisted Void effectively concealed the flow of energy.
Nathanos despised money-grubbing Goblins. He hoped that all Goblins who joined the Forsaken would possess at least a shred of honor, and he would respect those who did. At least Giznok didn't seem like a short, ugly, money-obsessed parasite.
Yes, he's intelligent and creative, inventing all sorts of novelties. Perhaps maintaining a purely financial relationship with this little green fellow would be better. But now that Giznok is a full member of the Forsaken, Nathanos must treat him the same as its other subjects.
Giznok grinned, revealing sharp yellow teeth. As he approached Nathanos, he spoke in his most boastful voice, and upon seeing the site where the Forsaken were about to establish their newest base, he knew why he was there.
"I think I will meet your needs, Master."
"Take a look at this." Nathanos clapped his hands, and several soldiers carried over Fel Cannon that had been moved from the Demon Forge Base. The device had no gears, and its entire shape resembled a bullet magnified a hundred times. Its head also bore a resemblance to a shark. "This is a mechanical device from the Burning Legion. It didn't appear during the Battle of Mount Hyjal."
The Goblins stared at the new machine with shining eyes, as if he saw an endless business opportunity. "Interesting, very interesting. Leave it to me."