"How much longer pitiful acolyte?" Said Arthas, last of the Death

Nights, "Not Much Longer Lord Arthas, the summoning is almost

Complete, But the ghouls need to harvest more lumber." replied the terrified acolyte. "Very Well, go summon a crypt and train more ghouls." replied a very annoyed Arthas. "Yes my Lord." Said the Acolyte as he stumbled away. "We can only last so long in Azjol-Nerub," thought Arthas.

The next few months went by with out any incident. Arthas decided it was time to check up on Anu-barak and Kel-thuzad bases. But when Arthas was getting ready, Kel-thuzad used his telepathy to contact Arthas. "Everything is fine here, you do not need to come", said Kel-thuzad. "Well then that will make it all the easier" said Arthas now in a better mood. "I best be off then."

On the shores of Kalimdor, Thrall, orc war chief and far seer stood upon the shore. "What is taking them so long", he wondered, as he gazed across the Great Sea. "Grunt" he said. "Yes war chief?" replied the young orc. "Send for the Wyverns Riders," "Yes war chief" said the orc as he ran off. In a few minutes later Thrall heard the sound of the Wyverns cry. "We are here war chief." "Good Lok-Narosh my brothers, I need you to check the Great Sea for Carines ship." Said the forlorn war chief. "As you wish war chief," said the leader. "Where are you Carine?" Thought Thrall as he made his way to the Spirit Lodge.