The gryphons landed at the Observatory at the very top of Karazhan. Lothar jumped off his mount, and Khadgar followed suit.
All the brave fighters stood firmly on the Observatory; Kel'Thuzad and Karin jumped down from the flying carpet.
The moment the gryphons were free of their riders, they each let out a piercing cry, then flew into the sky as though fleeing.
Even the bravest warrior would have shuddered at those cries.
"Looks like we can only give it our all!" Lothar encouraged the fighters with a self-deprecating remark. "After all, our only escape route seems to have been cut off!"
The fighters under his command burst into laughter.
"I thought Sargeras would have laid an inescapable trap and waited for us to walk right into it..." Khadgar said quietly.
Kel'Thuzad shot him a fierce glare, and he hurriedly shut his mouth.
Karin scanned their surroundings, then drew Glamdring...
Yet the blade showed no reaction. Had Sargeras left this place?
Karin was somewhat surprised.
Lothar also drew his Holy Sword, Quel'Zaram, and warily scanned their surroundings.
"My lord... there don't seem to be any traps up here!" one of the fighters reported to Lothar.
"Can you determine the chances of surviving here right now?" Karin silently asked the All-Knowing Eye.
"The probability of the host dying in Karazhan within the next half hour is only 4.59%!" The All-Knowing Eye's voice slowly sounded in Karin's mind.
Such a low chance of death... did that mean Sargeras wasn't in Karazhan's Tower right now?
Karin was even more surprised. Where had Sargeras gone... to the Black Morass, to be with his orc servants?
That wasn't very likely either. Although the orcs had drunk Demon Blood, surely they wouldn't accept a human leading them!
Or could it be... Karin remembered the bodies of