There had been no news of Nathanos for quite some time. Every now and then, Sylvanas asked adventurers from Arakkoa Peaks about him, and the answer she received was that he was helping the Arakkoa fight Sethe's curse. Sylvanas wanted to help the Witherer.
Please stop following me... Go stop the Iron Horde with the others. That is what you should be doing.
Nathanos's tone had been stiff at the time, carrying an air that kept others at a distance.
He always wanted to solve everything alone. Sylvanas could not help growing anxious. Even though she had obtained it, she still felt Nathanos was so far away from her, as though she would never be able to catch up to him.
Nathanos wanted to protect those he cared about. That was not wrong. Sylvanas tried to convince herself of that. Yet another voice told her that Nathanos should not face every challenge alone. At the very least, someone could stand firmly behind him and help him guard against threats he could not see.
There was no use brainstorming here. Sylvanas shook her head, driving away her chaotic thoughts. Perhaps focusing on what was before her would make her feel a little better.
A Draenei and a Dark Ranger were arguing in the camp, apparently disputing how to deal with the Warsong Clan's wolf riders.
It had been nearly a week since the advance into Nagrand began. Ever since the Iron Horde had been driven back in Talador, the war had turned around. The Alliance and Horde had begun taking the offensive. Their first objective was to uproot the Iron Horde's largest military base in Nagrand. Reliable intelligence said Garrosh was hiding within Grommash's Hold. The plan to attack the former Horde Warchief had long been decided, and it would begin