Isle of Thunder

"This tree..." Belorell knew Vareesa would be suspicious, so he had prepared an explanation to convince her. "The stump is nearly twenty meters away from the trunk lying on the ground over there. At that distance, with no magic involved and no footprints on the ground, it couldn't have been a mage or a creature like a Magnataur. I can only think of dragons. They simply can't control their strength when they swing their tails."

There were also the villagers of Golden Mist Village who had fallen asleep and could not be awakened no matter what. Belorell did not mention it, trusting that Vareesa would understand.

"That makes some sense." The Ranger-General nodded. "But there are far too few clues. We cannot jump to conclusions based solely on speculation. If the Sin'dorei elsewhere learn that dragons attacked us, it will certainly cause panic."

Belorell had not considered so much. In his heart, he agreed with his aunt.

"All right. My soldiers have taken over here, and the priests are trying to keep the people of Golden Mist Village from leaving. Leave it to them for now. Come back to Silvermoon City with me."

Normally, Belorell would have hated hearing the words "go back to Silvermoon City," but this time was different. For once, he obeyed the arrangement.

"Will you tell Mother what happened here?"

Vareesa thought that Alleria should have arrived in Pandaria by now. The situation there was no less dire.

"No. Your mother is already overwhelmed at the front line. Don't give her more to worry about here."

A pair of enormous wings, vast enough to blot out the stars, skimmed the sea. When he surged into the sky, they whipped up towering waves. One of Onyxian's claws gripped the Rune Stone tightly as he flew toward