Sending Brann and Lorewalker Cho off to explore the Halls of Stone together might have been a terrible idea. Both belonged to that particular breed of people dogged by misfortune. To exaggerate a little, even a stroll around the block could lead them to one or two hidden ancient ruins.
But Dick had little choice. The forces at his disposal were already spread evenly throughout the Storm Peaks. At least until the Nightwatcher's Burning Legion finished deploying its defenses, he had no good way to spare any manpower. Besides, sending the Mogu and spirits, who excelled only at head-on combat, to explore ancient ruins left behind by the Titans was hardly realistic.
Much of the time, he even had to go in person.
Right now, for instance, at the very moment Brann and Lorewalker Cho entered the Halls of Stone, Dick appeared amid a flash of lightning at the very edge of Dragonblight. On a mountaintop swept by bitter winds, the cold gusts lifted his hair. He narrowed his eyes and looked west of the mountains. Between the Borean Tundra and Icecrown Glacier, a distinctive little plain stood surrounded by peaks.
It was a circular stretch of land, as though an entire mountain range had been cut straight through its middle. Viewed from above, it was blanketed in white snow. That ring of frozen land held lakes, rivers, waterfalls, and even a small patch of volcanic rock that seemed to be burning.
That was the destination of his journey: Wintergrasp.
In the game, Wintergrasp was a battlefield where players fought one another. That certainly could not be the case in the real world. This place could only be reached by flying mount. To ordinary soldiers, it was more like a land out of legend.
In fact, the game had offered