Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of clashing steel rang out from Ulduar's Training Grounds from time to time, like some rhythmic piece of music. But its perfect synchronization made it clear that this did not seem to be a sound any single machine could produce.
And indeed, it was not.
The Iron Burning Legion had long since been dispatched to Outland. The force preparing to depart now was the last army within Ulduar-yes, a very special army.
Das the drakonid wore an exquisite suit of plate armor, his lightning spear crackling freely over his shoulder. Humming some peculiar slang-filled tune, he paced before the main entrance to the Training Grounds. This was the unique way the drakonid, who had followed Dick for a long time, relaxed.
Whenever he felt pressure, he would unconsciously hum those strange tunes. His good buddy, the green dragon Demitier, stood on the other side. Strengthened by Thunder Empowerment, this green dragon had long since become famous within the Green Dragonflight for his rapid growth and great mystery.
Of course, after following Dick to Ulduar, that secrecy had become a rule he had to observe. Everything here was a secret from the mortal world. In fact, even the Dragon Aspects had been strictly ordered by the dragon kings not to approach Ulduar.
This seemed a rather heavy-handed demand, but it actually protected those intensely curious dragons. Ulduar's defenses had been fully repaired and remained active around the clock. With an ordinary dragon's clearance, merely approaching the Storm Peaks would result in capture by the Iron Burning Legion, which had resumed its patrols.
Frankly, although Dick was easy to talk to, the dragon kings did not want to invite needless trouble, especially now that Dick was their direct superior.
Of course, this also ensured that Ulduar's secrets