Repair

The greatest gain from the Draenei was a map. They would no longer have to explore the road ahead by instinct alone.

When they bade Velen farewell, Ranger Naliri specifically warned them that to reach Frostfire Ridge, they had to pass through Gorgrond—a land fraught with danger. It was home to the Blackrock Orcs!

All the descriptions were just hearsay. Only by going there in person could they uncover the truth. Nathanos believed Gorgrond was even worse than Naliri had described. Had they not noticed the change in vegetation, they might not even have realized they had entered Gorgrond. The enormous thorns reminded Nathanos of Razor Ridge. They also spotted a primitive behemoth built like a mammoth. Nathanos decided to keep his distance from such ancient species. Here, even the seemingly tranquil plants appeared full of malice.

Before long, they entered a Gobi desert. Gobi and woodland—these two terrains were both displayed to their fullest in Gorgrond, occupying the north and south respectively.

The deeper they went into the desert, the more the air filled with a discordant shriek. It sounded like gears grinding against rails.

A train! Nathanos remembered Heklar proposing a means of transportation that could cross the land. With his approval, the Forsaken had already begun laying railways in the Wailing Caverns. He had never expected Garrosh to bring that technology to Draenor.

"Can I get a little closer to you?"

"What?" Nathanos looked at Alexstrasza in confusion and found beads of sweat already forming on the Queen of Dragons' forehead. She seemed poorly suited to such a harsh environment.

"Fine." The Witherer nodded. His body was exceedingly cold, making it a fairly effective cooling tool.

Traveling through the desert was unpleasant. There was nothing to shield the land from the sun's poisonous rays. The windblown sand