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This was a boundless snowfield, pure and crystalline. Visitors could see nothing but snow filling the sky and the occasional patches of brown rock.

Since his last visit to Northrend, Nathanos felt as though an entire lifetime had passed. He had once believed he would never set foot here again, yet in truth, this land shared a special bond with him. His sworn enemy had been destroyed here; and here, after taking command of the Forsaken, he had seen his lover and child for the first time. Though that time had been brief, it was unforgettable.

Alleria. Nathanos held a wooden stick and carved the Windrunner family crest into the snow, his mind filled with the female elf's face—when she smiled, when she cried, and when she was happiest. Each image was like a page from a book. They seemed unrelated, yet all came from the same volume.

"Forgive me for interrupting your thoughts, Master." Sky-Coverer Orisus came up behind him. "According to my calculations, this is the best location for an ambush."

Nathanos slightly raised his head and looked around. They stood atop cliffs on either side of a valley, with the situation below clearly visible. More importantly, Warsong Fortress lay ten kilometers behind them.

"Is everything ready?" The Witherer asked.

"Only your order is needed. You mean..."

Suddenly, Nathanos viciously slashed through the pattern in the snow with his stick and said coldly, "Kill them all!"

"Understood." Orisus gave a deep bow. "If the targets dare appear, none of them will return alive."

Another group of blue dragons left today. Kalecgos meditated within the hidden space of the Eye of Eternity. Below him lay the Blue Dragonflight's most precious holy relic—the Prism of Focus. The power of this artifact was undeniably formidable, as it had already demonstrated