Secret Documents

October 4th

The current weather in Orgrimmar seems quite unusual, with temperatures remaining at summer-standard levels and atmospheric pressure significantly exceeding acceptable levels.

The city's metal structures absorb and store this heat, turning Orgrimmar into a giant furnace.

I'm preparing for my 50th test this afternoon, this time with my Capacitor Converter. Some fine-tuning is still needed, adjusting the energy release function.

During the experiment, I thought of a delicious dish: sprinkle a gram of salt on venison, and then... I forgot the recipe.

I've heard that the trading magnate Gallywix is holding horse races at his Palace of the Uncaring, and I'd love to go see them, but the Great Chief's business is more important.

October 4th

The Capacitor Converter is still not maintaining the expected reasonable energy efficiency! More data needs to be run. Meanwhile, I found something very fascinating—women.

On my way out after today's test, I passed a young Female Elf. We exchanged a knowing glance! I need to think about this tonight, and carefully consider whether I need a female assistant.

Before the auction house closed, I went there again and bought a compass.

October 15th

I've invented a little automated gadget. Current name: A-3t. It has the same speed and characteristics as a real thing. It can chirp and mimic the movements of people around it. Yes! That's right! It's a chicken... well, perhaps "mechanical bird" would be a more fitting name.

I plan to equip it with a turbine to see if it can fly. If it can, I'll install a speech recognition and dialogue device on it, so it can buy me what I need when I run out of experimental materials... Looks like I'll have to install an automatic payment system. But there's always an Orcs named Lakgom bothering me, making it impossible for me to concentrate.

Besides, some toxic acid spilled from the experiment today and dripped onto my shoes. What a nuisance.

November 3rd

Today I tested the automated mechanical bird. When the machine started, its turbine seemed overpowered! Even on the lowest setting, it completely knocked over an Orcs. Clearly, I underestimated my invention... I need to go back and tweak it as soon as possible.

But my priority right now is the capacitor converter; I need to get its balance sorted out before lunch. Once it's in good condition, I'll need to test it elsewhere. Orgrimmar is too crowded and has proven unsuitable for adequate fieldwork. I've come up with a solution: I plan to add a tiny bit of insulation inside the battery. That way, it won't overheat.

I forgot the date.

Clearly, Orgrimmar is in a state of high tension lately. Many metal materials are unavailable; they've all been smelted for weapons. The chieftain's Will must be obeyed, so it seems I must search elsewhere for the materials I need. Stonetalon Mountains would be a good place, but it's too far; I can't go there. It looks like my capacitor converter project will have to be put on hold.

There had been enough to do today. Belmont was surprised by the knocking on the door. It seemed like everyone in Stromgarde was looking for him.

"Come in!" the Undead called out hoarsely.

To his surprise, a travel-worn Dark Ranger entered. He didn't look like he was from Shadowfang Keep, but rather from Kalimdor.

"Lord Belmont." The Dark Ranger, a man, greeted him simply, and before Belmont could respond, he placed a piece of paper, folded several times, in front of the Shadowblade leader.

Belmont glanced at the Ranger with a puzzled look, then slowly opened the document before him. His hand felt the thickness and roughness of the paper, and his confusion deepened. This was a message from Orgrim. But why was it sent this way? This was completely different from before. Orgrim's intelligence chief, Ux the Bloodspeaker, was a composed and experienced agent; he wouldn't change the format of intelligence without prior notice.

"Who gave you this?"

When Belmont asked, the Dark Ranger's face showed an unfathomable emotion, like anger or resentment.

"His rank is higher than mine. That's what he said. He found me while I was monitoring the Palace of the Uncaring Goblins north of Orgrimmar, and told me to come here to find the Master of the Witherer as quickly as possible."

"So, the people looking for you are in Orgrimmar?"

The Dark Ranger nodded. "He's a..."

"Alright, that's enough." Belmont interrupted him. "You did a good job, but you must forget about this and not mention it to anyone. Now, you can leave."

The door slammed shut. Belmont stared at the half-open piece of paper in his hand. From the Dark Ranger's words, he could roughly guess who had sent the letter. Unless it was something extremely urgent, that person wouldn't risk exposure to deliver a message.

So what happened? Has something happened in Orgrimmar again?

Belmont opened the letter; the strange writing and disorganized diary entries inside were entirely in the most basic form of communication used by the Forsaken.

"The first entry in the diary." Belmont began to decipher the letter's contents, which wouldn't take long. "It's 'K'."

"The second is 'Luo'." The Undead's eyes were fixed on the word "compass" on the letter, then it continued reading.

"Mhmgar? Kargath?" Belmont paused for a moment. The most prominent thing on the letter was a name. Kargath, the new High Overlord of the Horde, a general recently promoted by Grommash, intended to replace High Overlord Saurfang.

"A-3t? The army has more than three thousand men. The location is..." Belmont checked, and soon he understood why the Blade of the Witherer his master had painstakingly placed in Orgrim, would send this message.

"Stonetalon Mountains?" Belmont slammed both hands, along with the paper, onto the table.

The Horde's next military operation includes a plan to invade southwards. The Stonetalon Mountains are located in Wailing Caverns, north of the Forsaken's stronghold. Feralas is another example; Stoneclaw Mountain lies to the south. Battles between the Alliance and Horde are common there, but now, Grommash has sent an army of over three thousand to attack Stoneclaw Mountain. It's easy to imagine what he'll do if he succeeds: upon discovering the Forsaken in Wailing Caverns, he'll likely send his army further south.

Belmont paced back and forth, estimating that the army stationed in Maraudon numbered only a few hundred, while the main force at Stromgarde was too late to return. The Shadowblade leader reminded himself to remain calm; what would his master have done in this situation?

He thought for a moment and called out, "Malcolm, Sansa, come in!"

Two Forsaken, a man and a woman, walked in through the door. They were dressed the same as ordinary guards, but the only difference was that they both stood up straight. Only Belmont knew that their specialness was not limited to this.

"You two go to Twilight Highlands, find the master, and bring him this message."