Destroying the Dark Portal meant they could no longer continue their expedition, so the Iron Horde would turn its sights on Draenor. Warsong Clan, Bleeding Hollow Clan, Shattered Hand Clan—the Iron Horde's major clans were all exceptionally warlike. The Blackrock Clan had already developed many powerful weapons and was eagerly spoiling for a fight. The Ogres of The Everbloom had submitted; next would come the Draenei, followed by the Frostwolf Clan. The Iron Horde would wipe out everyone who did not intend to obey. The prerequisite for all this was the destruction of the Dark Portal.
On the way back to Warsong Hold, Durotan kept wondering whether that was even possible. It was said that the Dark Portal built by the Iron Horde was a marvel of craftsmanship, wide enough for nearly a hundred Orcs to pass through at once—even a Gronn could cross it.
Nathanos did not tell him how it would be done, but Durotan studied those hollow eyes carefully and found not the slightest trace of lies or empty boasting. He was very confident. That was what worried Durotan most. The Witherer spoke as though he had already witnessed the Dark Portal's destruction.
To celebrate the hunting party's bountiful return, Warsong Hold held a small, restrained celebration. Before that, Nathanos received some good news—Alexstrasza had awakened.
Durotan still wanted to gather useful information, so he invited Nathanos and his friend to sit by the bonfire and enjoy a hearty dinner. But the other man only wanted to be with his friend now. Even Geya'an said they needed some time alone.
After thanking the Frostwolf grandmother, Nathanos headed toward the tent where Alexstrasza was staying.
"How did it go?" his mother asked.
Durotan's black brows drew together. "He followed the Orc hunting traditions, and he carried himself like