A great war was about to begin.
The armies stationed along the borders of Draenor World knew this, as did the demon scouts secretly observing Draenor World from the void.
The information the Ethereals provided was extremely accurate. After the Illidari vanguard piloted the thoroughly refitted Fel Hammer across nearly fifty thousand light-years in two days, they saw the life-bearing planet, already completely shrouded in dark green.
It was a planet whose name was unknown even to Azeroth's civilization. Its civilization was also very primitive, much like Azeroth, but its most powerful creature was merely a fully grown Dragon-well, something much like Azeroth's Black Dragons.
It was worth mentioning that this was probably the nearest planet with a civilization to the shattered world of Draenor.
The demons had easily conquered this unremarkable world, but instead of slaughtering its inhabitants on a massive scale, they drove the natives who had survived the Demon War to build enormous World Portals for them, much like the Dark Portal. They had built as many as four at once.
The vanguard commander responsible for reconnaissance was one of Illidan's most trusted lieutenants, the Night Elf master Demon Hunter Oritus. He always faced everything with an ascetic's attitude and firmly believed that his self-mortification would save more people, earning him the name "the Sufferer." He was a warrior who carried out orders to the letter, and an outstanding infiltrator.
He had personally spent three days scouting this nameless world and brought back invaluable firsthand information.
Now that information lay before Dick and Illidan. With their permission, it would be on the desks of the rulers of every faction, great and small, across Azeroth and Draenor World within a day.
"Good grief... two hundred thousand demons. Kil'jaeden really does think highly of us."
Dick turned the thick