Encirclement

This was practically a creation on par with Titan Technology.

Light footsteps behind him drew his attention back.

"Your sword gave me quite a fright when it flew over, my lord," Veronalara said. Nathanos could sense that the Dark Ranger was holding the sword, waiting for him to take it back.

The Witherer did not turn around. "I'm also glad you didn't tell Alleria or Sylvanas about this."

Only you had the right to decide whether to meet them. Veronalara respected Nathanos, and she also felt sorry for Alleria. The Witherer before her clearly had no desire to see her.

"Do you have any orders?" Veronalara asked. Something told her that Nathanos wanted to be alone.

Nathanos paused briefly before turning around, taking the sword from Veronalara's hand, and saying, "You must be wondering why the army at the harbor was moved here, aren't you?"

The Dark Ranger nodded.

"Besides destroying the Zandalari fleet, there is another crucial task for you to carry out."

"Your orders."

"The Alliance and Horde will soon launch their final assault on Lei Shen. When that happens, the Forsaken will not take part in the battle." As Nathanos's words fell, Veronalara became even more confused. If they were not here to destroy Lei Shen, then why had the Forsaken come to the Isle of Thunder?

"What do you want us to do?"

A gust of wind swept past, carrying the Witherer's words to Veronalara's ears.

"Once the Throne of Thunder comes under attack, everyone on the island will focus their attention here. No one will have time to worry about us. You and Tatsel will deploy the troops throughout the island and... secretly encircle the Alliance and Horde camps."

Encircle... what?

Veronalara stared at him in bewilderment.

"You intend to..."

"Go."

Nathanos turned his back