"Commander Trollbane... Lord Khadgar..."
A young cavalryman wearing Stormwind City robes arrived at Nethergarde Keep.
His face was pale, and he was covered in blood. Both he and his horse were utterly exhausted.
Several guards from Nethergarde Keep hurried to support him, then heard him say weakly, "I am a knight from Stormwind City... I bring Marshal Reginald Windsor's plea for aid..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he passed out.
The guards hurriedly carried him to Nethergarde Keep's meeting room.
They also found a letter on him.
"Stormwind City's reinforcements were attacked by a group of black dragons?" Danath Trollbane looked grave as he set down the bloodstained letter in his hand.
The writing was very scrawled, but judging by the handwriting, it was indeed the work of the paladin Windsor.
"What happened? Black dragons?" Khadgar instinctively raised his voice.
During the Second War, there had been rumors that some black dragons had also begun serving the Horde, though the later course of the war suggested that this was not true... But why were black dragons now attacking the Alliance's army?
"Black dragons..." Karin frowned.
He had a vague inkling of something... There had indeed been a slight disturbance in history's timeline.
The long delay in Stormwind City and Lordaeron's reinforcements joining the battle seemed to be connected to Deathwing and his Black Dragonflight!
But a faint smile appeared on his lips... Despite the changes, things had not gone beyond the plan.
"Windsor's letter says they were attacked by large numbers of black dragons and dragonkin, along with some orcs!" Danath continued, "They put up fierce resistance, but their losses were also devastating..."
"Looks like we'll have to go help them?" Brann Bronzebeard said loudly. "How strange... We're supposed to be the ones on the front line