A small boat flying the emblem of Stormwind City sped through the depths of the Great Sea.
Four Death Knights stood aboard the boat, gazing out over the ocean.
Three days earlier, they had seized this boat in Stormwind City's harbor. Then, drawing on the power of Fel, Gul'dan had sent it racing out into the ocean at its greatest possible speed.
Although Stormwind City's navy and Gryphon Riders had immediately given chase... they still could not keep up with the boat, and ultimately let them escape with their lives.
Yet for these three days, the boat had continued toward the deepest reaches of the ocean, showing no intention of returning.
"Lord Gul'dan, our destination this time is..." Jazba Soulrender asked quietly on the deck.
Gul'dan did not answer. He still held his head high, gazing into the distance.
"Not much farther. We're almost there!" he said quietly.
"There's nothing here!" Several human helmsmen raised their heads and said, trembling a little.
Held captive by these Death Knights, they had been forced to steer day and night. Under their captors' terrifying pressure, they had not the slightest thought of resisting.
"Nothing here?" Gul'dan murmured. "Just as I thought... this is the place!"
He could sense it, sense it with perfect clarity... there was a pungent scent in the air like fresh blood, so strong, so delectable...
"Stop the boat!" Gul'dan shouted.
The human helmsmen hurriedly stopped what they were doing.
"But-but there really is nothing here!" the Death Knight Drak'Sool asked Gul'dan in confusion.
Drak'Sool was also one of the four surviving Death Knights.
"There's nothing here only on the surface..." A contemptuous smile appeared on Gul'dan's lips as he explained:
"This is the place we need to search. Right beneath us, deep underwater, there is an ancient temple."