Intruder

A Forsaken whispered a few words to Nathanos. At the same time, Baine had finished his questioning.

"I have no further questions." After bowing once more, the Tauren returned to his seat.

"Court is adjourned," Taran Zhu announced. He struck the bronze gong. The solemn atmosphere finally dissipated. People began rising and leaving amid quiet discussion. Hardly anyone looked pleased; the best expressions were indifferent. Anyone who was not blind could see that Tyrande had lost the first round of the trial.

Nathanos gave Kargath one last look, then looked at Tyrande. Sighing and shaking his head, he turned and left without looking back.

Tyrande only needed to present the facts to win this trial. Yet whether under someone's instruction or due to a personal grudge, she had actually distorted the footage.

"Your Majesty, King of the Forsaken." Such a long form of address clearly did not come from one of his own men. Nathanos recognized Vol'jin's voice. The Horde chieftain was approaching with his aides. Alleria and Belorell followed behind them. They were so close to him, yet they could not speak.

Nathanos focused his attention on Vol'jin as much as possible. When he opened his mouth to speak, Nathanos erased all the polite greetings from his mind and got straight to the point. "If the Great Chief wishes to ask about Kargath, I have nothing to say. Of course, there is nothing to say in the first place."

Vol'jin laughed. "I believe this was not your arrangement. If you wanted Garrosh dead, you would not have stopped Thrall from bringing down the Doomhammer in Orgrimmar."

Speaking of Thrall, he was standing at Vol'jin's side. Nathanos glanced at him, wondering how the former Horde chief felt as he watched Garrosh stand trial. By rights, he too was guilty, because