Feralas

The Ogre in the camp were always reckless and impulsive, but Ohan dared not underestimate this race. In Feralas, she had two enemies. One was the Night Elf sentinels stationed at Feathermoon Stronghold. Their leader, Shandris Feathermoon, was her equal. The two had clashed many times, but neither could gain the upper hand. The other enemy was an Ogre, but his appearance differed somewhat from that of Ogre. He was two-headed, covered in eyes, with stone spikes along his back, and two crisscrossing scars on his chest, like a survivor of some battle. He had only recently arrived and, before Ohan and Shandris could react, seized Dire Maul. Now, the area and its surroundings were teeming with Twilight Cult followers. The Ogre was called Cho'gall by his followers.

For Ohan, Cho'gall was the true enemy. Her master, Nathanos the Witherer, had sent a message that the Cataclysm would soon arrive, and she had to keep a close watch on Feralas. The Wailing Caverns, and Ohan knew the weight of her responsibility.

Just then, the female Orcs wearing a wolfskin hood heard arguing coming from the camp. She slowly closed her eyes, her expression telling everyone that she didn't want to mediate the conflict between two idiotic Ogre over food.

It's hard to imagine her leading a small band of Stone Fist Ogre against the Alliance and other factions vying for territory in Feralas. Compared to the ballistae and ancient trees of Feathermoon Stronghold, her forces seem weak and isolated. Nathanos once asked her how she maintained the balance of power between the Alliance and the Horde in Feralas. Ohan's reply was only three words: "Her life."

"Ohan! A little guy! Into the camp!" The Ogre below roared at the figure, who was more than twice his size.

Despite the possibility of new developments, Ohan showed no interest in her guards. She simply stood on the watchtower, silently watching the still-standing walls of Dire Maul in the distance, with the occasional shadow of a bird flying out of sight.

Finally losing interest, Ohan looked down at the Ogre. "What happened?"

The dim-witted guy mumbled something, then raised his greasy left hand and pointed to the camp entrance.

Ohan spotted it immediately: a figure wearing a hooded robe.

The figure slowly turned and left, seemingly displeased at having waited too long. Ohan remained absolutely silent, afraid that the slightest movement would arouse suspicion from some of the more intelligent members of the camp. Only after a long while, when the figure had vanished without a trace, did she finally take a deep breath.

"He's just an adventurer, no need to worry about him."

As evening fell and the Ogre in the camp fell into a deep, dark sleep, Ohan walked alone into the dense forest. The person she met left a hidden magical mark to guide her, but the female Orcs soon realized that she was heading towards Feathermoon Stronghold.

Before Ohan could find the person, the sound of children's laughter reached her ears. Four Night Elf children were playing under a large tree at the Kaldorei Outpost on the coast. The game they were playing seemed to be hide-and-seek.

"They look so happy," Ohan commented.

The air around the large tree to her left suddenly condensed and separated from the space. Then, her true form was revealed, showing an Undead whose appearance was unfathomable.

"Feathermoon Stronghold is on a small island near the Feralas interior; it should be much safer there," the Undead murmured, his golden eyes filled with doubt. "And why are there children here? Feralas ... isn't exactly peaceful."

Ohan glanced briefly at Meryl, memories of him surfacing in his mind. They were the original two Blade of the Witherer, and those who held this title were supposed to be absolutely obedient to Nathanos's orders, but Meryl seemed to be an exception.

"Those children aren't from Darnassus; they're children of Dire Maul," Ohan explained. "Before the Twilight's Hammer took over the city, Shandris rescued Night Elf children from there. They are all of High Elf blood, so whether Tyrande is willing to accept them is a mystery. Until she gets a reply from the priestess, Shandris can only settle them here."

"Birds of a feather flock together. The Elf will never forgive the past mistakes of certain individuals." Meryl turned her gaze back to the children. "These are words spoken by Nathanos."

Ohan suddenly realized that she hadn't seen her master for far too long, so long that Nathanos seemed like a stranger to her. "What brings you here?"

Meryl looked at her. "The Witherer value the situation here highly, regarding... Twilight's Hammer."

"If my master desires this territory, I can have the banners of the Forsaken planted throughout Feralas in just one month," Ohan said eagerly.

"The Twilight's Hammer is the real threat. Nathanos wants Feralas to be as Tranquility as it used to be, so he sent me to help you."

"'Help'?" The female Orcs showed displeasure for the first time since Meryl's arrival. "I'm afraid I don't need your help, Lady Meryl. As the Blade of the Witherer, I think you should be well aware that we have no precedent for cooperation."

Then, a Night Elf sentinel summoned the children back to their cabin. Furbolg and other dangers would occasionally appear at night. Although these were extraordinary times, the children were at least safe for the time being, considering the two people nearby.

"As the Blade of the Witherer, I think you are well aware that obeying orders is the most basic principle."

The Ogre Sword was about to speak, but at that moment, she noticed the mage's expression was somewhat serious. Perhaps even he was somewhat dissatisfied with the Witherer's arrangements.

"Thank you for reminding me. Then could you tell me what Master's plan is?"

"Like the Forsaken, the Twilight's Hammer is a deeply hidden force, and their past actions were merely small-scale skirmishes. But the Cataclysm will cause them to emerge from all over the world. The enemy is too scattered to be easily dealt with. Nathanos has instructed us, along with our spies in other locations, to eliminate Twilight's Hammer members in various places. Once they discover that scattered members are disappearing one after another, the Twilight's Hammer will choose to concentrate their forces. And that's exactly what Nathanos wants."

"Like a hungry wolf driving a flock of sheep to one place to devour them," Ohan laughed. She agreed with the strategy and hoped that Nathanos would agree to let her join the "pack" when the time came to encircle them. "Then be prepared, Cho'gall is a cunning and powerful enemy."