"Thank you very much for your care, General Arlos. On behalf of all the good lives in the Northern Wind Tundra, I thank you for your generosity!"
"Mana, how many years has it been since we last met?" They stepped out from the general's office and began greeting each other like old friends.
"Four years, I think. Ever since you joined the Cenarion Expedition and set off to Draenor, it's been a full four years..."
"Yeah! It's been four years since Silithus. You're now an excellent officer, completely different from that female knight who used to hide behind us and bless us with the Holy Light!"
"Hehe, Sky, don't laugh at me. If it weren't for you desperately carrying me back to the fortress back then, I might already be a pile of bones in the sands. I owe you!"
"We are comrades and friends, don't say that... it was the right thing to do!"
"How about we set out at dawn tomorrow? I will lead the warriors under my command to deal with those Scourge... First Officer Figrad has already prepared the cabins; you can get some sleep there."
"Of course! It's decided then!"
All the warriors were ready to depart. The druid was already waiting at the fortress gate early, serving as a guide to lead Mana and her troops to the Whip裂 Coast... The deputy, Xilai, pointed to the Battle Song Fortress not far off: "Captain, look, the Horde actually has the Forsaken guarding it. Seems like they're really short-handed!"
Indeed, having the Forsaken as guards is very rare in an orc-led Horde, but Mana still found it a bit strange... Everyone knew what kind of orc Garrosh was. His eyes could not tolerate even a speck of dust. Moreover, the Scourge had set their plague cauldron right in front of his fortress. Could he stay calm???
"Look! Those Scourge are on that cliff!" Sky pointed ahead.
"Everyone, we need to prepare for battle!" Mana gave the order, and everyone drew their weapons...