The sky gradually darkened. Night was about to fall.
A small party lay hidden in the dense forest.
"What are we still waiting for, Karin?" Kurdran Wildhammer shouted somewhat anxiously. "It's almost dark. If we set off now, no one will discover us. I guarantee it!"
The party had arrived at the Wildhammer Trail a day earlier, then rested again until nightfall.
This journey had left Kurdran very, very unhappy. Every day, they traveled stealthily under cover of darkness for barely half a day, spending the rest of their time cowering in hiding, avoiding who knew what.
In Kurdran's words, he had never endured such a stifling journey in his life.
Karin, however, remained utterly unmoved.
"Wait, look up!" Khadgar suddenly called out quietly from beside them.
Everyone hurriedly raised their heads to look at the sky.
One dark shape after another drifted across the sky... dragons, black dragons.
"Damn it, why are there black dragons here?" Kurdran whispered in surprise.
The party was hidden among the trees and protected by Kel'Thuzad's concealment magic. The black dragons were flying high and did not notice them.
"It looks like the plan worked!" Watching the black dragons flying urgently southward, Karin's lips curled into a slight smile. Then he ordered:
"Everyone, get ready to move. Once these black dragons are completely gone... our objective this time is to strike straight at Grim Batol!"
"I can't wait!" Kurdran said excitedly:
"Those damned orcs dared to occupy our Wildhammer homeland and commit such monstrous crimes... we'll make them pay this time!"
The bodies of the two black dragons, Firemaw and Ebonroc, lay on the ground.
They were too young. Even with Nefarian's enhancements, they were no match at all for the red dragons before them.
And they had merely been left behind by