Frostwolf

The Life-Binder's flames could bring rebirth, but they could also bring destruction. At that moment, Alexstrasza's lips pressed into a hard line. Her appearance had clearly made the Tigerfolk wary. As the shadow behind the Queen of Dragons stretched out, it gradually formed the silhouette of some gigantic creature. They understood that the person before them was someone they could never defeat.

These predators were destined to come away empty-handed today, and they had lost quite a few companions as well. Fortunately, they were intelligent creatures who understood the wisdom of retreat. Before Alexstrasza could launch another attack, they vanished into the jungle one after another.

Nathanos shoved aside the corpse blocking his way and said irritably, "I told you to wait for me."

"I never agreed to do as you said." The Queen of Dragons walked over and brushed the blood from his face. "Besides, I think you needed my help."

The Witherer turned away. "Perhaps, but I was about to finish it, and I had everything under control." He still had not given up complaining inwardly.

"You know who I am. Why are you unwilling to let me join the fight?"

At those words, Nathanos almost ground his teeth as he turned his back on her. Alexstrasza barely suppressed a laugh and stepped forward to check on the Draenei.

Among the hunting party, the first member to be ambushed lay in the arms of a Draenei woman. Blood dripped from the hands covering his arm. His life force was fading. His skin had already taken on an unnatural pale-blue hue. His chest barely rose and fell. Before long, he might breathe his last. The woman closest to him was probably family. She cradled his head in both hands, pleading through tears for him to hold on.

"The fading