A man and a woman waited not far from the Dark Portal for the Black Dragon King to return.
The man was powerfully built, with a neatly trimmed beard and quite handsome features.
The woman was petite, with fair skin and a delicate face... she seemed to possess a peculiar charm.
Both had sleek black hair and appearances resembling Deathwing's human form.
"Father, how did it go?" the woman asked. Her voice was gentle and quite pleasant to hear.
"They agreed, Onyxia!" Deathwing lowered his voice and spoke tenderly. He reached out to stroke her cheek, and Onyxia nestled her face into her father's embrace.
Deathwing lightly kissed his daughter's forehead and said with a smile, "Soon, that world beyond the Dark Portal will be ours to do with as we please... then we will return to Azeroth and reclaim everything here that belongs to us!"
"Then I wish you victory from the outset, Father!" Nefarian said from beside them, somewhat excited.
"No." Deathwing shook his head. "Victory for us..."
Onyxia and Nefarian both froze.
"I have two tasks I need you to help me complete now..."
In the Redridge Mountains, Marshal Meralas Turalyon led the Alliance army from Lordaeron south as quickly as possible.
The latest news from the South was that the Horde had crossed the Dark Portal and nearly taken Nethergarde Keep...
"Who goes there!" a guard up ahead shouted.
Then a figure emerged from the forest.
A guard went over, asked a few questions, and brought the man over.
"What's going on?" Turalyon frowned and rode over to ask.
"Marshal Turalyon!" the guard replied. "This gentleman says he is Lord Victor Nefarius of Blackrock Mountain. He has an important matter to discuss with you!"
"The lord of Blackrock Mountain?" Turalyon frowned. It seemed the man