Before any army attacked, it would inevitably send spies to gather intelligence. Especially in a war against another kingdom, the scouts dispatched into enemy territory could number in the thousands.
The situation in Gilneas, which had barely remained manageable, deteriorated completely in almost a single day. The war unfolded so quickly that even the most experienced generals were dumbfounded. Perhaps they had underestimated how quickly creatures like the worgen could gather, or perhaps they were waiting for certain planned events.
But accidents were called accidents precisely because of their uncertainty.
War between the Bloodfang and Moonrage was inevitable, but no one had expected everything to converge within a single day, so quickly that even the finest agents barely had time to send word back.
This was a small village near Volcano Mine, the Greymane Wall, and Lake Neel. Since it had previously been Moonrage Worgen territory, a small number of humans still lived here. The Moonrage Worgen would not hurt them, nor would they allow the Bloodfang Worgen to harm these refugees. But now, war had destroyed everything!
Blood and flames engulfed the entire village. There were very few Moonrage Worgen here, nowhere near enough to fight the overwhelmingly numerous Bloodfang, while the humans had almost no means of resisting the worgen charging madly at them.
"Get back!"
Little Timmy roared and swung the two blades in his hands. One struck the worgen's descending claws. He rolled aside, sprang up, and swung again, slicing clean through its throat.
It had lasted only a few seconds, but the danger left Timmy's back cold. The newly appointed royal agent even felt as though he were suffocating. Yet he had not forgotten his comrades. After barely managing to cut down one worgen, he turned and darted into the alley behind him. At its