The Alliance soldiers cleared away the Orc corpses strewn haphazardly across the cellar.
Over the past few hours, they had wiped out every Orc in the tomb.
"Lord Khadgar, Lord Trollbane, we found no sign of the Orc chieftain Ner'zhul!" A lieutenant jogged over and reported to the two leaders.
"What?" Khadgar could not help frowning.
Their troops had followed the Horde's trail, pursuing them all the way and annihilating the vast majority of the Orcs.
Yet in the end, they still had not found Ner'zhul.
They could tell that Ner'zhul had been avoiding them all along.
He had used his most loyal followers as his last living shields while he himself fled in panic.
What good would running like this do? No matter how far he fled, wouldn't the Alliance catch up eventually... this continent was only so big, after all.
Yet for some reason, Khadgar had a very bad feeling.
Ner'zhul seemed to have some plan, one that posed a great danger to the Alliance.
"The spirits of the ancestors told me..." After finishing his conversation with the ghosts, Nimreyan said, "Our earlier guess was right. That Orc chieftain took his warlocks and shamans toward the Black Temple!"
"I see." Khadgar nodded.
"Danath, I don't think we have time to rest. March through the night and pursue the last remnants of the Horde!"
"All right, Khadgar!"
With only warlocks and shamans remaining, the Horde's last contingent marched swiftly. They managed to put some distance between themselves and the Alliance army, reaching the Black Temple first.
The Orcs of the Shadowmoon Clan Tribe had occupied the temple several days earlier, and they had long since made ample preparations there.
Ner'zhul, too, had successfully taken control of the temple a day earlier.
At that moment, atop the temple.
Ner'zhul