Orc Weapons

The warmth of the campfire rode the wind over Alexstrasza's body. Until the food was done roasting, she kept watching Nathanos's left hand. Beneath his leather armor, a mysterious dark power emanated.

The Witherer hid many secrets.

"No seasoning, so this will have to do." Nathanos poked the sizzling venison skin with a small knife, then looked up at the sky. The sun was about to sink below the horizon. Once night fell, they would have to put out the campfire to avoid drawing attention.

"Do you feel cold?"

The temptation of the fire stirred Alexstrasza, but she knew its light would bring trouble. "I do feel cold, but it's best to be cautious for now." She smiled at The Witherer.

The peaceful air of the plains made it hard to see any danger. Fortunately, their current location should keep them out of most creatures' notice, and it offered an excellent view.

"The meat's ready," Nathanos reminded her, then added, "If it isn't enough, I can go find more food."

Alexstrasza shook her head. Her slender, elfin frame did not require much food, and she caught the unspoken meaning in Nathanos's words. "Aren't you eating?" she asked.

"Many years ago, I lost the need to eat." Nathanos placed a waterskin beside the Queen of Dragons.

Lifebinder suddenly realized that ever since she had stayed by Nathanos's side, she had only paid attention to his actions and never observed his daily life. How did The Witherer usually pass his time?

Undead possessed inexhaustible energy, and many habits from their lives had become meaningless. As a result, they had far more time each day than the living. Alexstrasza had always thought having more time was a good thing, especially for a leader. For instance, when she had still been one of the