Zul'Aman

"Are you sure she'll obey us?" Zuluhed dared not approach the completely bound Queen of Dragons; the creature's power was evident from her size.

"You can come closer, but keep your distance," Ner'zhul replied, holding up a golden disc in front of him. This was the Demon Soul, their talisman.

Zuluhed nodded, advancing cautiously. He didn't know how the behemoth before him would react, but it certainly wouldn't be pleased. Zuluhed only hoped to avoid trouble. It seemed Ner'zhul had her completely under control, which was good. However, Zuluhed remained extremely cautious. He remembered a few days ago Doomhammer had sent a messenger to inquire about the Dragonmaw Clan's progress. That unfortunate fellow had stormed into the hall without Ner'zhul's accompaniment. Seconds later, the messenger's scream echoed from within.

"Are you here to gloat, little Orcs? Haven't you tormented me and my children enough?" Alexstrasza said. Her mouth gaped open in anger, but the chains bound her tightly; these were shackles reinforced by the Demon Soul.

Zuluhed was pulled back to reality by her voice. The Orcs stopped not far from the chains. Her enormous triangular head filled Zuluhed's vision, her yellow eyes staring at him silently, as if they were in opposite positions.

"Of course not," Zuluhed said, still awestruck by the Queen of Dragons's size and power. "It's just to make sure everything is alright. You'd better not resist; I believe you know the price of resistance."

"Very clear," she replied. Her voice was low, but filled with anger and sorrow. She turned her gaze to the other side of the cave, where some grayish-white objects with red spots lay. It wasn't very clear from here, but the objects were very thin—the remains of a huge egg, as large as an Orcs's head. Those were Alexstrasza Dragon Egg.

When Alexstrasza was captured, she refused to cooperate. Ner'zhul solved the problem by grabbing an unhatched egg, holding it up to the captured queen, and smashing it with his fist, yolk splattering onto him and her. Her screams nearly deafened them, and her rampage knocked several Orcs to the ground, killing two. Chains bound her tightly, and though unwilling, she yielded. She did everything she could to avoid seeing her unborn child killed.

"You will not succeed," Alexstrasza warned him. "You have imprisoned me, but my children will challenge you to set me free."

"It's impossible if we had that," Ner'zhul replied, showing her the disc. The faint energy emanating from the Demon Soul made Alexstrasza dizzy. She frowned, focused her mind, and then began to struggle painfully, a faint sound escaping her lips.

"I...will...kill...you...one day..." She fell to the ground, her eyes flashing with hatred as she closed them.

Ner'zhul smiled. "Perhaps," he agreed. "But until then, you and your people will serve the Horde."

Zuluhed had seen enough. He gestured to Ner'zhul, who nodded and followed him out of the cave. The queen collapsed to the ground, her hand leaving claw marks on the floor.

Zuluhed led the way into another passageway, which led to a larger hall. This room opened up along the side of the mountain, not far from the Queen of Dragons.

"How much longer do we need to prepare?" Zuluhed looked at the Warlock wielded the Demon Soul with some displeasure. Ner'zhul knew what Zuluhed was referring to; this was the chieftain's true purpose in seeking him out.

"It will probably take some more time."

"It's too late," Zuluhed cried. "The Doomhammer sent a messenger here days ago to inquire about the progress."

"I know the messenger became that 'big lizard's' meal."

"Don't change the subject, he brought it on himself." Zuluhed's suppressed anger now flared up at Ner'zhul. "The Great Chief has won, and the main force will be advancing in full force in a few weeks. Our Dragon Knight are struggling to even land on those dragons, let alone fly around in the air. I don't have much time left. The Great Chief has ordered all clans to attack simultaneously, Ner'zhul ..." Zuluhed's voice suddenly turned low, sending a chill down the Warlock's spine. "Tell me, what is the consequence of disobeying the Doomhammer's orders?"

The Warlock swallowed hard and replied, "Understood, I'll intensify their training immediately."

Quel'Thalas

Nathanos traveled alone through the jungle, bypassing the Elf's defenses, and headed towards Zul'Aman. The Lordaeron Royal Library recorded that the Elf and humans allied and defeated the powerful Forest Troll in Zul'Aman, with the Forest Troll leader Zul'jin being defeated.

"Defeat?" Nathanos couldn't help but sneer. He hadn't paid much attention at the time, but ever since his last dream, in which Nathanos seemed to hear a group of people fighting Troll, and their opponent was Zul'jin, he had been puzzled. Could this heinous Troll still be alive? He had consulted numerous records, but none indicated that Zul'jin was dead. Moreover, due to the passage of time, modern humans no longer knew what had happened back then. Perhaps he should ask the Elf, but the Elf wouldn't tell him.

"It seems the Elf are hiding something very important." Nathanos circled around a thicket of thorns. The surroundings grew increasingly eerie, and the signs of Troll activity along the way became more and more apparent. Nathanos sensed that he was about to reach Zul'Aman.

To outsiders, Nathanos's actions were tantamount to suicide; if he were discovered by the Troll, he would surely meet a terrible end.

Finally, Nathanos reached the end of the path, where a massive stone gate covered in moss appeared before him, flanked by polished stone walls from which water cascaded down like waterfalls. Nathanos stood in the open space, surrounded by many ambushes, but he knew this place had been uninhabited for a long time, for he heard no unusual sounds. He raised his head and walked towards the former kingdom of the Troll.

Alliance military camp

A few days of rest finally allowed everyone to catch their breath, but morale was severely damaged.

Alleria had just finished bathing, leaving her wet hair hanging over her shoulders.

"No one knows this place better than me," Alleria thought, recalling what Nathanos had told her that day. "Is it Quel'Thalas?"

The Female Elf took out paper and pen from the drawer:

'My sister, Sylvanas. I'm so glad I still have the time to write to you during this darkest hour. A few days ago, the Alliance suffered a devastating attack from the Horde, but I was unharmed.'

As Alleria wrote this, she remembered that Nathanos had saved her, and she continued:

'Our intelligence led us to misjudge the situation. The Horde may be on their way to Lordaeron. A great war is inevitable, and I only hope our homeland will not be affected. I have good news for you: I met a very young human here, and I found your bow and arrows on him. You must be surprised, but I have proof.'

Alleria looked at the bow and arrows beside her.

'Moreover, that person's abilities are beyond imagination. I simply can't believe he's human, but even if he were an Elf, I would still be extremely surprised.'

Alleria introduced Nathanos and concluded by writing:

He said he's going to Quel'Thalas, you must keep an eye out for him. —Your sister, always loving you.

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