Iron Star

Silithus was truly a hostile place. Nathanos swept his gaze around, then narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways at the dazzling sun, thinking that there probably was no one in the world who did not hate this place.

On the scorching desert, only he and the two Undead Hounds following him were cold.

Insects occasionally burrowed out of the ground, but deterred by the dark energy surrounding him, they did not dare approach.

Every few hundred meters, Nathanos stopped and used his eyes, ears, and nose to stay alert for anything unusual. He did not want to be discovered. Though Silithus was sparsely populated, there were still merchant groups reckless enough to wander these lands.

He had ventured deep into the desert for two days without stopping even at night. Whenever the moon hung high in the sky, winds whipped up the yellow sand and obscured his vision. But Nathanos believed he had not lost his way, and that he was drawing ever closer to his destination.

With no one around, The Witherer crouched down and placed a hand on the scorching sand. Through his connection to the Heart of Azeroth, he could confirm his location.

South!

Having received the instruction, he smiled faintly and continued onward.

When he reached a spot not far from Grakkaron's Bone, his body suddenly stiffened. His red eyes slowly narrowed as he stared intently at the Heart of Azeroth emerging from his palm.

The Necklace trembled slightly, giving off a faint golden glow.

Nathanos's lips curled upward. He had arrived; the answer lay beneath his feet. The problem was that relying on his pet dogs to dig through the sand was simply too slow.

The Witherer put away The Necklace and looked around, searching for any visible living creature. Preferably larger insects, or perhaps