The New Horde

The silence was broken by Chromie's horrified cry. The Gnome fell from midair and hit the floor of the royal hall. Her face was deathly pale, and she coughed without stopping. Onyxian was curious about what terrifying sight she had witnessed, and Nathanos's consciousness happened to return as well. The Witherer opened his eyes, his brow deeply furrowed.

A fragment of the Time Aspect fell to the ground, its glow fading.

"Father?" Onyxian looked at him questioningly.

"Kairozdormu is dead." The Forsaken King answered the Twilight Dragon's question, far calmer than Chromie. "He was in Orc form when someone pierced his throat."

"What about Garrosh?"

The Witherer shook his head. He had not seen Garrosh at any point. Kairozdormu was a Bronze Dragon, yet he had not even had time to transform into his true form before dying. That meant he had been ambushed. Other than Garrosh, no one could have caught a Bronze Dragon so completely off guard.

"Where did they go?"

"I know that place. It isn't Azeroth, but Nagrand in Outland. The teleportation crossed beyond the planet, so the spell failed quickly."

Nathanos and Onyxian looked toward Chromie at the same time. The Gnome was still sprawled on the ground, her eyes shut as she caught her breath. The death of one of her kind had dealt her a heavy blow.

"Father, I'll go to Outland immediately and bring Garrosh back."

"No. That world isn't the Outland of today. It is Draenor thirty-five years ago."

The Twilight Dragon found it hard to believe any of this was real. Bronze Dragons could only interfere with Azeroth's timeline, yet Kairozdormu had been able to return to the past of another planet. What an unexpected fellow!

"I remember that the Orcs had not yet drunk the Demon Blood at that