The black raven spread his wings and swept over Eversong Woods.
The raven's eyes scanned the land below him...
The forest was just as it had been when he left... Beneath the dim glow of the Sunwell, dense vegetation flourished, and now and then he could make out traces of small animals such as lynxes.
Unfortunately, the raven had no time for nostalgia. Even when he had passed Quel'lithien Fortress and Stratholme earlier, he had not stopped for a moment...
Instead, he had flown straight toward distant Tranquillien!
Tranquillien was a small town in the central Ghostlands, situated on a hillside west of Sunsail Peak. Its terrain made it highly defensible!
It was also the only commanding height in all the Ghostlands, overlooking the whole of Zul'Aman and monitoring the Amani Trolls' every move... The High Elf rangers' headquarters had been established here.
The raven's wingbeats gradually slowed... For three full days and nights, he had been flying toward Quel'Thalas as hard as he could with Atiesh's help.
Although flying with Atiesh did not consume physical stamina, such a long journey was truly agonizing... Still, he could guarantee that the Horde would be slower than he was!
A few minutes later...
The raven landed before Tranquillien's sentry post and, under the ranger scouts' astonished gazes, transformed into an elf.
"General Sylvanas, an archmage wishes to see you. He says he brings extremely important information!" A ranger scout stood outside the tent and respectfully reported to the ranger-general within.
"An archmage?" Sylvanas Windrunner could not help frowning.
In Quel'Thalas, rangers and mages had always looked down on one another, and they had little contact... For an archmage to come in person, claiming to have extremely important information, something major must have happened.
"Quick, take me to him!" Sylvanas hurriedly rose