Wrathion

Farad, once an assassin at the Ravenholdt Manor, had died long before the Dark Portal to Outland opened. Nathanos remembered that's what the Forsaken's files said. But the man before him was alive and kicking, making him wonder if the Darkblade Organization had made another mistake.

"Who are you?" Ohan pointed his sword at the approaching human, stopping him from getting any closer.

Farad seemed to ignore her, looking directly at the Undead standing behind the female Orcs. "My master wants to see you."

"Jorach Ravenholdt?" Nathanos asked, but he only saw Farad give a mocking smile and then wave for them to follow.

Ohan turned to ask Nathanos what to do next, the Witherer nodded slightly, telling her with her eyes to play it by ear.

The tunnel wasn't very long, and after a couple of turns, Nathanos saw a completely different scene. Ravenholdt Manor was just a small villa on a slope, but the road leading to it was teeming with assassins on patrol. A rough estimate puts at least a hundred of them.

With so many people, are they carrying out some major operation, or are they protecting something?

"You're not from the Ravenholdt Manor," Nathanos said. Farad seemed not to hear him. "Jorach Ravenholdt is just a down-on-his-luck Alterac nobleman. Even if he had so many assassins, he wouldn't let them sit here idly waiting to die."

"I'm starting to understand why your master wants to see you instead of breaking your legs and throwing you out."

They arrived at the villa's entrance, where they could see some assassins inside. Farad walked in easily, but Nathanos and Ohan were stopped.

They were greeted by a pair of cold-faced humans, who looked like twins, dressed in leather pants and black clothes, with muscular builds and angry expressions. They stood guard by the door, watching their scheming and pretentious behavior, and Nathanos found it somewhat amusing.

"Hand over your weapons," one of the humans said. Beside him, another human had already quietly reached for the dagger on his back.

Ohan intended to bypass Nathanos and go straight to teach this guy a lesson. The Witherer, however, responded mockingly, "Only those filled with fear would make such a request." With that, he took out Sulfuras, handed it horizontally to the human, and smiled at the man's fierce gaze. Ohan didn't hand over the weapon; instead, he slammed it down onto the ground.

"Can we go in now?"

The man stepped aside and said, "You'd better not make any unnecessary movements, you dead man."

"You be careful too." Nathanos stepped into the villa, leaving behind a harsh threat. "My weapons can kill."

Nathanos didn't care what expression the guards at the door had. He saw Farad standing quietly in front of a basement staircase, and then the other man told him with his eyes that this was where he was going.

Did the leader of this group like to stay in dimly lit corners? Nathanos's intuition told him that this might be a trap, but it was too late to back down now, and he had other purposes to achieve.

Interestingly, the basement stairs seemed to have just been cleaned; there wasn't a speck of dust, and the smell was refreshingly pleasant. This didn't seem like a dangerous place at all.

"Empty?" Ohan followed behind Nathanos. The Orcs woman saw the entire basement; there was nothing there except for something that looked like a sack. "What are these thieves up to?"

"It's not that there's nothing there." Nathanos took a step or two forward, knelt on one knee in front of the "sack," and his expression became solemn. Ohan also moved closer and immediately noticed the difference in this thing—its surface was covered with stone spikes, and it itself looked like stone.

The Ogre Sword felt as if it had stepped on something, and it moved its foot to look at it. "This is... an eggshell?"

"It seems we've come to the wrong place."

"No, you've come at just the right time."

As Nathanos rose, another voice, one that didn't belong to him or Ohan, rang out. This voice sounded refined and gentle, full of gentlemanly air. However, when the two turned to see each other clearly, they both showed expressions of considerable surprise.

At least visually, this person appeared to be largely human, except for his unusually dark skin, loose white trousers and long white coat, and the white turban that accentuated his features. The only evidence that he wasn't human was his gleaming red eyes. He smiled at Nathanos and Ohan. However, the Witherer sensed a dangerous element in his smile.

"So... you're the one who wants to see me," Nathanos broke the silence. As he observed, the other party seemed to have deliberately waited a while, allowing them to get to know each other.

"We each get what we need, don't we, Nathanos the Witherer?"

"Not many people know my real name, but you seem to surprise me, after all..." Nathanos turned to look at the broken eggshell. "...You've only just been born."

"Sharp mind, the Witherer. Now I understand why Nozdormu couldn't do anything to you," the stranger in white said with a smile. His words undoubtedly told the Witherer he knew a lot, and all of it was related to the leader of the Forsaken.

"So you crawled out of an egg?" Ohan's question was rather rude. The stranger frowned, then returned to normal.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wrathion, son of Neltharion the Black Dragon Aspect, and the reason you've come to Ravenholdt."

"Son of Deathwing." Ohan instinctively prepared for battle. She was now beginning to understand why her master had said they had come to the wrong place.

"I only found out recently myself." Nathanos took out the cipher ring he had found on Hagra. "The Queen of Dragons Alexstrasza has been trying to purify the black dragons. One of her Red Dragon Rheastrasza, took some extreme measures to complete this order."

"Yes." Wrathion took over the conversation and began to explain the so-called "extreme measures." "Rheastrasza kidnapped a female black dragon and forced her to lay Dragon Egg. With the help of a Gnome inventor, the black Dragon Egg was finally purified from the corruption of the Old Gods. My father was furious about my existence. He wanted to destroy me, or at least he thought he had succeeded. But Rheastrasza had foreseen this and switched me with another Dragon Egg before I was even born."

Wrathion seemed to have finished speaking, but the Witherer knew there was more to it than that. For this black Dragon Egg, Rheastrasza had not only sacrificed her own life, but also her unborn child.

"So you knew what was happening outside while you were inside the Dragon Egg. These people from the Ravenholdt Manor were influenced by you, which is why they stole you from the Crimson Bastion." Nathanos said this, but he was very puzzled as to how Wrathion had managed to do all this. However, this question also indirectly highlighted the black dragon's power. He stood there, newly born, but with sound reason.

Wrathion burst into laughter, seemingly mocking the Red Dragon guarding him. "I said, we each get what we need."