Surrender

The deeper Nathanos ventured into Nagrand, the more traces he saw. At first, there was only the droppings of dire wolves. Later, he spotted wolf riders wandering along the roads of the plains. The stirring, resonant calls of horns were even more unceasing, signaling the tense situation in Nagrand.

"I smell war." Though it was only a guess, Nathanos voiced his thoughts.

"The Orcs once attacked the Draenei cities. The war you mean may come from that." Alexstrasza followed behind Nathanos. She knew only a little of Orc history and remembered only the most crucial parts.

There was also one possibility that could overturn her conclusion. In the past, the Orcs had drunk Demon Blood and been deceived into attacking the Draenei. Neither had happened now. Could history have changed?

"The Draenei cities are concentrated in Terokkar Forest and Shadowmoon Valley to the east, but my intuition points west."

"So we're approaching a battlefield now?" Alexstrasza let out a soft sigh. Her thoughts raced, and her heartbeat echoed the horns in the wind.

"The enemy of our enemy may be our friend. We need to make as many allies as possible." By saying that, Nathanos had already revealed what was on his mind. War was inevitable. Sooner or later, they would have to face the threat posed by this world's Orc Horde.

"Maybe we can contact the Draenei," Alexstrasza said. "This world has Prophet Velen too, doesn't it? He surely..."

"Shh!" Nathanos raised a finger to stop her. More precisely, it was a faint rumbling that interrupted their conversation. The Witherer crouched down on one knee, staring at the pebbles trembling across the ground.

Something was approaching, and it was some sort of large wagon. Nathanos wanted to investigate. He glanced at Alexstrasza and found the same curious gleam in