Ambiguous

That airship undoubtedly belonged to the Draenei! Floating in the air, Nethergarde Keep reminded Saurfang of Acherus.

When the Forsaken army broke through the city's defenses, he had slipped in with them and stormed a relatively intact watchtower. As he fought the Crusaders inside, Nathanos's order kept resurfacing in his mind: those who surrendered would live; those who resisted would die.

The Death Knight found it strange that he wanted to obey that order. Fortunately, the Crusaders he encountered did not make things difficult for him. Those fanatics had no intention of laying down their weapons.

Gazing down at the chaotic streets, Saurfang overlooked the once-grand and magnificent city. No matter which direction he looked, every building bore the scars of destruction. Corpses and rubble littered the streets. The scene reminded him of when Arthas had destroyed this kingdom. Just as before, an Undead army occupied the city. Yet times had changed. The Scourge would slaughter every living being. The Forsaken were different. The piercing cries were the clearest proof—there were still survivors, only gripped by extreme fear.

The living people in the city should consider themselves fortunate, Saurfang thought. They were still alive and could still breathe the air. As long as they did not put up pointless resistance, they would eventually be released. Of course, once they calmed down, they would surely hate Nathanos and his army for destroying their lives, but that was war. The outcome could not be changed.

"Death Knight, the master wishes to see you." Malcolm, an Undead guard, came up behind him.

Saurfang guessed that The Witherer was about to make another decision for him to witness, which he would then report to Highlord Mograine.

"Lead the way."

The streets leading to the royal palace were being cleared. Many civilians knelt on the