Exposed

The smell of blood permeated every corner of Maraudon. It was an irresistible scent to the Vampyr. Delvin controlled Alarick's body, hiding in a room steeped in the stench of blood.

He was planning how to salvage the current situation. Marla and the other two had uncovered the truth. To prevent their intelligence from changing Tatsel's aggressive stance toward the Alliance, Delvin could only send his own people to attack the three Dark Rangers. Now, it seemed that had undoubtedly been a foolish move.

The Forsaken fleet had set out, but the Vampyr's whereabouts had also been exposed. In the end, Delvin realized that everything he had done seemed to have earned him nothing in return from the Horde.

Garrosh had once promised that once the Forsaken joined the Horde, he would let Delvin lead this force. Yet so far, the Great Chief had made no move. He had neither sent messengers to contact the Forsaken nor dispatched troops to help them strike the Alliance and create the illusion that this Undead organization had allied with the Horde. He had truly kept himself out of it!

The more dissatisfied Delvin became with Hellscream's conduct, the more worried he grew. He began to suspect that the Orc had been using him from the very beginning. Perhaps Garrosh had never intended to help him take over the Forsaken at all, and merely wanted to provoke a war between the Forsaken and the Alliance.

In truth, they had been using each other all along. Delvin had merely believed that Garrosh, as an Orc, should know how to honor a promise.

"Perhaps he's just waiting," Delvin muttered. Maybe Hellscream was observing the battle at Southshore, and the Orcs would only act once the fighting truly began.

But how much longer would that take? The