Mobilization

The corpses on the ground had already gone cold. Malkorok stood nearby, wiping his dagger, his eyes constantly shifting left and right with the Great Chief's movements.

Grommash looked exceedingly restless now.

"You seem to be worried about something, Great Chief."

"Things are going too smoothly, Malkorok."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Garrosh stopped and glanced at the Blackrock Orc before turning his gaze back to the chieftain's throne. "I don't like it. Things going too smoothly only make me question the truthfulness of the reports."

"What exactly do you doubt?" Malkorok asked.

"Only two things: Delvin says Nathanos will not return to the Forsaken, and the Alliance already believes the Forsaken are attacking them."

"You think that vampire is lying to you?"

"That doesn't matter." Garrosh waved a hand. "What matters is that I have never trusted them, just like this human." He pointed at Farivell's corpse. "Whether they carried out my orders or not, they are not to be trusted!"

Malkorok nodded. "If we make Delvin the Forsaken's new leader, then once this is over, he is very likely to betray us rather than make the Forsaken the cannon fodder we expect them to be on the Horde's battlefield."

"Yes. No matter what, I can only rest easy if I personally control the Forsaken."

"Then should we alter the plan?"

Garrosh shook his head. Then a strange smile appeared on his face. "No, not for now. Let's first see what happens at Southshore. I'd really like to know whether Varian can still sit still."

Jaina had spent the entire day occupied with personnel assignments. Theramore's reconstruction was nearing its end, and most of what remained were trivial matters that, in her view, her subordinates could handle perfectly well.

She set down the last report scroll, let out