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Volume 3: Chapter 11

***Khaz Modan – Mountains of Khaz Modan ***

Some of the oddest things go through a person's head under extreme pressure. For me, as we crept closer to the exit of the tunnel to western Dun Morogh, it was the theme song from a ninja game that I couldn't remember the title of. Shaking my head, I dismissed the errant thought. I had a job to do. Well, me and a thousand people.

My force was made up mostly of Alliance soldiers who were not the same footmen that helped me storm the beach this morning. Those who fought with me earlier deserved a rest, so I had instead brought fresh troops for this mission. By my side, as always, was Alleria Windrunner with her rangers, also freshly rotated in while those who'd fought on the beach rested. And finally, we had a few dozen 'rogues' led by an old war companion of mine, Captain Falconcrest. His presence surprised me—I hadn't even known he'd joined the Alliance Legions, much less that he was actively serving again. It was still a good thing since the coming operation needed competent soldiers like him.

This new plan didn't require all our commanders, so Uther, Turalyon, and Godfrey stayed behind to lead the Bulwark forces and keep up the pressure. Ravenholdt, too, remained with them, both as a spymaster and perhaps because his love of paperwork made him indispensable. Before we left, we all voted to make Uther the overall commander of the Alliance forces, giving him full authority over the Bulwark forces. I had my doubts and wished my father would lead them, but Stormwind needed him more. Besides, while my father was respected in the North, Uther was more widely recognized. Even in a life-or-death struggle with the Horde, optics and politics still mattered.

How were we able to sneak a thousand soldiers through what we were calling the Khaz Modan Tunnel Network without tripping the goblins' alarms? We had the goblins themselves to thank for that, in part. Goblins care only about getting things done quickly and cheaply, with little regard for safety or durability. Their hastily constructed oil pipeline, stretching from the coast to a refinery in Dun Morogh, was a blessing for us; it was loud and noisy, so its rumbling and whirring filled the tunnels as it sucked up oil from the source.

The pipe itself was a towering fifteen feet high and just as wide, and if you were close enough, you could hear a distinct 'sloshing' of the oil being sucked through the pipe. Since the pipeline was built by blasting a path through the mountains, the noise continuously bounced off of the rock walls, amplifying the sound even further. This racket effectively masked the thousand pairs of plated boots advancing through the tunnels, allowing us to eliminate goblin security checkpoints one by one before they even realized they'd lost the beach fortification.

From the captured goblins, we pieced together a clearer picture of the situation in Dun Morogh. The gnomes' capital, Gnomeregan, and the dwarves' Ironforge had not yet fallen. Ironforge, in particular, had sealed off their entryways after the goblins tried to smoke them out by setting fires near all the known entrances. This likely meant any other routes the dwarves might have used to escape were also filled with toxic gas except for the hidden ones. The gnomes, on the other hand, had managed to rig something to blow the smoke back toward the goblins and attacking orcs, foiling their attempts to flush them out.

This failure infuriated the Laughing Skull orcs so much that they abandoned the goblins to hunt down dwarven survivors from frontier villages, leaving Gnomeregan besieged solely by the goblins company. More importantly, we confirmed that the goblins had built a defensive compound at the entrance to Dun Morogh. Thankfully, the compound was constructed from wood rather than stone; had it been stone, we would have been forced to turn back and retrieve our newer siege equipment to break through. That would have slowed our progress significantly and likely tipped off the Horde to our presence.

Suddenly, Falconcrest halted our movement with a raised fist. Immediately, we all dropped low to the ground, using our cloaks to camouflage ourselves against the rocks. Looking up, I could make out the goblin compound itself. The wooden structure appeared to straddle the oil pipeline. On either side of the pipe were cobbled wooden walls, most likely reinforced from the other side. They also had two lookout towers, one on the east and one on the west, to scan for enemies. Fortunately, their spotters were currently facing the other way with their backs toward us, so our quick movements to blend in went unnoticed. At the far end was a large gate—the only entrance to the compound—that was wide open and guarded by two yawning hobgoblin brutes. Their relaxed demeanor confirmed that they clearly did not know we had taken the beach early this morning, an event that felt like a lifetime ago, even though I had led the charge.

However, there was no time to rest. One of the most pivotal pieces of information we had gathered from our goblin interrogations was that this compound was home to a high-ranking goblin overseer named Rekt. The immediate chain of command stopped directly at Overseer Rekt, and as long as the oil was still being pumped without any major issues, the main goblin mercenary forces would be more concerned with trying to break through Gnomeregan's defenses. This meant that Rekt was not in constant communication with their headquarters. If we could take this fort and silence its defenders, the goblins would be none the wiser to our presence.

We held still for a while, breathing softly despite the noise of the oil pipe pumping. I felt Falconcrest's hand on my shoulder, prompting me to look up at my former battle companion. Using hand signals, he motioned for me to stay put as he and his men began their slow crawl forward. Behind him were the finest of Ravenholdt's rogues, though they were technically "agents" now since they all worked for the Alliance Intelligence Agency, or A.I.A. for short. Unlike Alleria, who would be in charge of scouting, their primary role was to infiltrate and sabotage the Horde war effort.

Seeing my acknowledgment, Falconcrest and his dozen agents faded from view. It was still surprising to witness their stealth in action. Perhaps it was a peculiar quirk of Azeroth's life forms, but as I understood it, a rogue's cloaking ability wasn't magic. It was simply an ability. Of course, not everyone could use it; one had to be born with such a talent, but the only way to truly know was through training. Ravenholdt had told me that while the cloaking ability provided a significant edge, a good agent must never rely solely on it. I suppose I could chalk it up to more fantasy nonsense, but I would wager all the gold I possessed that the mixing of titan and old god magic had something to do with it.

I tried to track Falconcrest's movements in the dark cave, but with the poor visibility, I had little luck. All I could do now was wait to see what Falconcrest could discover. My answer came half an hour later when Alleria touched my shoulder, prompting me to turn to her. The Ranger Captain was dressed in the infamous elven ranger cloak, which seemed to possess an unnatural ability to blend into its surroundings. If she hadn't turned to face me directly, I would have mistaken her for a pile of rocks. Her sky-blue eyes looked at me before she motioned toward the goblin fort.

Alleria raised her arm and pointed at a particular spot, but try as I might, I couldn't see what she was trying to show me. That didn't surprise me; elves are known for their keen vision, and even someone like Lirath could see much better than a human with 20/20 vision. I followed the path to where she was pointing at, but it was unfortunately too far for me to really see anything. Even squinting didn't yield results. Before I defeatedly glanced over at Alleria, she exasperatedly grabbed my chin and angled it in a certain direction. It was only then that I finally saw what she wanted me to see. At the top of one of the towers, there was some sort of distortion in the air, like a shimmer, so I really had to be paying attention to notice it. Apparently, that was Falconcrest and his people.

That was good.

Raising my arm, I signaled to the rest of the soldiers pressing low to the ground to prepare for the charge. The sound of hundreds of swords being quietly unsheathed was masked by the loud pumping noise of the massive oil pipeline beside us. While I didn't possess elven vision, I was trained as an archer and was able to make out the goblins on both towers suddenly staggering as knives pierced their throats. Moments later, their bodies were dragged down into the tower box without anyone being the wiser. That was it—the signal.

I raised my sword and glanced at Alleria just as the Ranger Captain completed a hand gesture to her fellow rangers. Making a chopping motion with my hand, we all rose and rushed toward the goblin fort. Before the hobgoblins could turn our way or the goblin guards on the wall could spot us, Alleria and her rangers unleashed their arrows with pinpoint accuracy, striking the throats of the goblins and hobgoblins. Most of the goblins on the wall looked confused, grasping at their throats before tumbling forward over the wall to our side. The hobgoblins likewise looked down at the arrows that had sprouted from their throats and bodies before collapsing.

Unlike a regular battle where we would roar or shout to demoralize the enemy, we opted instead for cold silence. It was a lot to ask of a medieval army accustomed to screaming and shouting to boost their morale. However, one fact that stuck with me from my time on Earth was how sentient beings responded to surprise attacks.

If we charged in screaming, there would be panic before some could manage to sound the alarm and muster a defense. However, if a person walked in nonchalantly and killed the first enemy, the rest would be too stunned in disbelief to respond properly. The goblins didn't realize they were under attack after losing their gate guards and wall defenders as I entered their fort. The compound was large, perhaps a few hundred feet wide, with crates of stockpiled crude oil barrels stacked against the walls. Dozens of goblins were working to secure the barrels while others piloted smaller mechs to lift the heavy crates. At the eastern part of the compound, there was a smithy adjacent to an engineering workshop. Because we didn't yell or scream, most of the goblins in the yard didn't even notice our presence. Those who did look at us did so with disbelieving eyes, as if they were too overworked and thought they were seeing things.

Even the hobgoblin guard just past the gate stared at me in confusion, which was exactly what I had hoped for. I didn't give him time to process. With a powerful swing of my runeblade, I sliced his head clean off. His companion groaned in pain as my footmen pinned him against their shields and stabbed him to death. My soldiers had already swarmed inside, and Alleria was firing her arrows at many of the goblin craftsmen before a goblin finally had the presence of mind to shout a warning.

"We're under attack!" a high-pitched scream cried out. "We—Argh!"

The goblin was cut down a moment later by a well-placed shot from Alleria. Even though the goblin shouted the warning, many of the others were still too slow to react. My soldiers flooded the compound, attacking any and all goblins in sight. A different segment of my forces rushed toward the main exit on the opposite end to secure it and, most importantly, keep the goblins bottled in. Alleria and her rangers cleared the wall defenders to ensure no one could escape.

"What is this? What is going on here?!" A goblin in a walking prototype mech suit rushed out, flanked by a dozen hobgoblin brutes as his personal guards. Upon seeing the chaos unfolding before him, his green face visibly lightened to a paler shade.

By this point, the entire area had descended into pandemonium. Aside from the grunts of my soldiers, the only sounds of combat came from the goblin defenders who had finally begun to put up some resistance. Yet, it was too late; our surprise attack had caught them completely off guard, and many who had been resting or unarmed were cut down mercilessly. One unfortunate goblin was just emerging from the outhouse when an Alliance footman ran him through with his sword, pushing him right back into his own excrement. They might have had hundreds of defenders, but they were too spread out to form a cohesive defense.

I watched as the goblin overseer's face turned to one of fear, his eyes darting to all the blocked exit points. Without waiting for his personal guard, he turned and ran back into the inner sanctum of the compound. His guards, initially ready to fight, were taken by surprise and lumbered after him. Wordlessly, I sprinted after him; I couldn't let him escape and warn the Horde that we were here. The moment I entered the sanctum, I saw his personal guards already engaged in combat with Falconcrest's men, while Falconcrest himself fought against three hobgoblin brutes.

Nice ambush! I inwardly praised the infamous future rogue.

True to his goblin nature, the overseer ignored his men fighting for their lives and continued his frantic dash toward what must have been the main building of the compound. In a surprising act of cowardice, he abandoned his prototype mech suit as he reached the main structure. He clearly wasn't going to try to put up a fight!

I looked to Falconcrest and through eye contact alone the captain of our intelligence force was able to convey that the goblin leader was more important than what was happening. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't offer some support. As I ran for the main building at full speed, I charged up a powerful Divine Star and hurled it at the group of hobgoblins attacking Falconcrest. The powerful Light spell burned the first hobgoblin before ricocheting off him to the next enemy, and then the next. I didn't have time to fully watch it complete its attack before I dashed into the main building of the goblin compound.

Upon entering, I found the entire place resembled an empty office, save for the cowering goblins within. They made no move to attack me; in fact, they seemed intent on getting as far away from me as possible. Many stared at me with wide eyes, trembling in fear, while others cowered under their desks, the papers strewn about in complete disarray. These were paper pushers, I realized—non-combatants. I could have killed them, but the overseer was the more important target. There were multiple hallways and even a couple of staircases. If I pursued the wrong path, he could slip away right under my nose.

"Move and die," I said, my voice surprisingly hoarse. It was the first time I had spoken since leaving the beach, and it sounded deeper than I intended, lending a menacing quality that made the goblin paper pushers shrink further in fear. Might as well use it. "Tell me where he went, and you'll get to live."

Almost in unison, the goblins all pointed toward the stairs. Even the one cowering under his desk had a hand outstretched in that direction.

'Ah, goblin loyalty. Gotta love it,'I thought as I rushed up the stairs.

Upon arriving on the second floor, I was confronted by a long hallway lined with five closed doors—two on the left, two on the right, and one directly across from me. The hallway was surprisingly wide and spacious, though that was probably for the hobgoblins who required the extra room. I questioned why the overseer would run up here in what appeared to be a dead end. Didn't he know he was boxing himself in? Or perhaps, he was waiting to ambush me.

"Shield," I muttered, feeling the familiar holy barrier encase me. The obvious choice would have been the door directly across from me, but if I went there, he could sneak up behind me. There was no way I could take that chance.

With my sword held high in a guarding position, I approached the first door and kicked it in, sending it off its hinges and straight into the room. If there was any explosion waiting for me, I was confident my shield could absorb it. But there was nothing—only the sight of an empty bed. Was this his quarters?

Moving on to the next room, I quickly kicked the door in, only to find two female goblins dressed in what looked like Arabian dancer outfits, hugging each other and staring at me as if death had come for them.

'Ew, his comfort women, I bet.' I shuddered at the sight.

I pointed at the female goblins and put a finger to my lips to signal them to be quiet and stay put. Time was running out, and I needed to act quickly before the overseer escaped. I kicked in the next two doors. One revealed a personal workshop that looked like it had been rummaged through, while the other was filled with clothes and a sizable open chest that appeared to have once been filled with gold and jewelry. That too had been tossed about.

I blinked in disbelief. The goblin was running for his life and he stopped for money? My eyes darted to the final door, and without much preamble, I kicked that one in too, only to find the goblin overseer I had been hunting. He had a contraption strapped to his back and one foot poised on the open window sill and was dressed in what I could only describe as a goblin pimp outfit from Earth. The overseer had gaudy leopard-print patterns on his clothing and a tiger-striped fedora perched atop his head. His heavy woolen shirt was stuffed with valuable jewelry, hastily crammed inside.

"Too late, sucka!" the goblin grinned at me as he jumped out of the window, pulling a string on his contraption. That was when two wooden, stick-like wings extended from his back. I realized exactly what he had—a goblin glider—and realized he had a very good chance of escaping.

I couldn't let him glide beyond the wall.

Without a second thought, I stabbed my runeblade into the ground and sprinted at full speed before leaping out the window after him. The goblin had whipped his head around to taunt me, but his grin faded and became wide-eyed as he saw me closing distance between us.

"You crazy bastard!" he shrieked, just before I crashed into him. The glider, unable to support the weight of both me and my heavy plate armor, plummeted like a rock.

"We're gonna die!"

The speed and momentum of my tackle sent both the goblin and me crashing down to the ground, with the goblin taking the brunt of the impact as he slammed into the ground first. As I rolled off him, I noticed his chest was caved in, and he was spitting out teeth and blood. I couldn't afford to let him die; we needed him for information. Holding out my hand, I called upon the Light, slowly healing his crushed ribs and allowing the wheezing goblin to breathe easier.

"W-what?" The overseer looked at me in a daze. "I'm alive? How am I—urk!"

I cut him off by punching him square in the face, knocking him out cold. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, I dragged him to the front of the main building where the rest of the Alliance forces were finishing off the goblin defenders. I turned to a squad of footmen who were about to enter the main building to secure it. While the safe route would have been to massacre all the inhabitants inside, that didn't sit right with me.

"Sergeant!" I shouted, catching the attention of the highest-ranking officer in charge of the assault team. Upon recognizing me, the man rushed forward and gave me a respectful salute.

"Milord!" a footman with slightly different plate armor stood at attention.

"They're mostly unarmed in there. Take them prisoner," I ordered. "However, if they try anything, show no mercy. Understood?"

"Yes, milord!"

"Also, I left my runeblade on the second floor. Please kindly retrieve that for me," I added, keeping my tone polite.

"Sire!" The sergeant saluted before he ran off, barking orders to his squad.

Hoping the goblins wouldn't do anything foolish, I watched as the soldiers entered, greeted by the high-pitched screams of the goblins inside. What I didn't hear were the sounds of clashing swords or the groans of the dying. It looked like no one was trying to be a hero.

I searched for Falconcrest, who was wiping his blades clean while the other rogues stabbed at the bodies of the dead brutes to ensure they were truly finished. He noticed my gaze, paused what he was doing, and approached my side. As a greeting, I dropped the goblin overseer at his feet.

"He's the overseer. See what you can get from him," I instructed. Falconcrest nodded, his expression serious.

"Yes, Hierarch," he replied respectfully. Turning to two of his rogues, he motioned for them to grab the unfortunate goblin leader and drag him away.

"Send a runner to Saidan and Derek. Tell them we've secured a foothold in Dun Morogh," I ordered. "Also, if you have any spare agents, have them scout the perimeter. I'll send Alleria and her rangers out shortly, but for now, your people will have to make do."

"As you command." Falconcrest inclined his head before retreating.

As I walked out of the heart of the compound, I entered the gate area to see footmen dragging the bodies of the fallen away. From the looks of it, there didn't seem to be any downed Alliance soldiers that I needed to resurrect. It appeared we had achieved a clean sweep victory. Finally, I could exhale as the day's events began to catch up with me. Moments later, I sensed Alleria's presence by my side. We stayed in companionable silence for a moment before she broke it.

"We've taken the walls and found no signs of Horde activity nearby," Alleria reported. She then gave me an appraising look from head to toe, wrinkling her nose at the sight of my armor which was dyed a deep red despite my earlier efforts to scrub it down after the morning battle.

"I had Falconcrest send some of his agents out to do preliminary scouting, but as soon as you secure the walls completely, I need your scouts to relieve his agents and scout further afield," I instructed. "If we're lucky, you might spot some of the dwarven survivors the goblins told us about."

"I will tell them to do so," Alleria nodded.

And just like that, we found ourselves in Dun Morogh. Looking up at the sky, my mind churned over the new plan I had devised: a fast and bold strike against the Horde, specifically targeting the Laughing Skull clan. I was banking on their nature to ensure they wouldn't notify the others of our presence once we were discovered. They were known for their selfishness; the thought of sharing prey would not sit well with them. Although there were likely fifty thousand Laughing Skull warriors, they were spread thin across the dwarven lands.

From what Brann had told us, the Ironforge forces numbered just over thirty thousand. If we could thin out the Laughing Skull ranks through ambushes, our ten thousand Alliance soldiers might just be able to tip the scales and allow us to break the siege. From there, we could shore up Dun Morogh, and once the portal network was operational, we could send over six Stormwind Legions to push into Loch Modan, effectively cutting the Horde in two. Meanwhile, Uther and the Third Alliance Legion would create a diversion at the Bulwark, drawing the Horde's attention away from our main assault.

It was a risky plan, but learning of the dwarven resistance from the goblins on the beach had been a game changer. Brann was convinced we could muster a few thousand dwarven warriors if what we learned was indeed true. I had some ideas about what would happen next, but for now, we had taken the first step. If all went well, Ironforge would be free within the month.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white that drifted before my eyes. It took me a few moments to recognize what I was actually seeing. In my previous life, having lived in the very southern states, our weather tends to be tropical in outside of media images, I never experienced a true winter. When I was reborn in Azeroth, Stormwind's climate was similarly warm and humid and during my twenty years of life there, I never once saw snow.

Holding out my hand I watched as a perfectly shaped snowflake gently landed on my hand before melting. Looking up to the skies, I saw that it was indeed starting to snow. I knew that it was pretty silly, but for a moment, it felt as if Khaz Modan was welcoming her children's liberators.

***Khaz Modan – Bleeding Hollow Stronghold ***

In the center of the Bleeding Hollow encampment lay the chieftain of their clan. From this position, he had waged a relentless war against the tenacious Wildhammer dwarves. The last thing he had expected was visitors in the heart of his stronghold, but considering who the visitors were, it was understandable that no one had warned him beforehand.

"So you've come at last," Kilrogg Deadeye, Chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow, said, studying his visitors. One was a massive orc, even by orcish standards, and the other was the 'spiritual' leader of their people. Kilrogg's gaze lingered on the latter. "I heard you were dead, Gul'dan."

A low, grumbling laugh emanated from the powerful warlock.

"Oh, I'm sure many of my enemies would hope so." Gul'dan's eyes flared green briefly before returning to their familiar red. "They will find out how miserably wrong they were. But you have never been one of them, have you, Kilrogg Deadeye? You've always done what was best for the Horde, haven't you?"

The Bleeding Hollow chieftain gave a noncommittal grunt and poured himself some of the dwarven spirits he had plundered from their villages. While the dwarven spirits lacked the bite of properly fermented elekk milk, they worked over time and were much stronger than the pinkskin spirits.

"Is Kargath dead?" Kilrogg asked simply. "Am I to be next?"

"Not if you stand with me," Orgrim Doomhammer, Chieftain of the Blackrock Horde and potential Warchief of all the Horde, replied. "As for Kargath, he is alive and well. His Shattered Hand will support my claim. Can I expect the same from the Bleeding Hollow?"

"And why should I choose you over Fenris?" Kilrogg asked curiously. "Look at what he's given me."

At this, Kilrogg gestured to the area around him. The Wildhammer Highlands were rich, verdant, and teeming with life. In recent times, with their world dying, such a place was highly sought after. Doomhammer himself had laid claim to the fertile lands to the south, understanding better than anyone how valuable such lands had become.

"Hellscream gave it to you," Doomhammer corrected him. "He's dead now. Do you believe Fenris would honor Hellscream's promises?"

"He has yet to say otherwise after all these months," Kilrogg pointed out.

"You and I both know he is concerned with the humans to the north," Doomhammer countered, eyeing the spirits Kilrogg was partaking in. "Then there are the Warsong, who are actively defying him right now. My spies tell me that Ner'zhul is the only one keeping the two from attacking one another, and we all know how foolhardy that would be for the Horde."

"And would your presence not spur the clans into more infighting?" Kilrogg asked, filling his horned cup to the brim and wordlessly passing it to Doomhammer. The Blackrock chieftain took a cautious sniff of the drink before gulping it down. "It seems either way, the Horde is destined to fight one another. Might as well let the two hungry direwolves fight each other and weaken themselves while I preserve my strength."

"Do that, and the Horde is doomed," Orgrim Doomhammer pointed out. "Once we are done battling one another, the humans in their great numbers would swoop in and slaughter the weakened victor."

Kilrogg raised an eyebrow at that. "Are they truly so numerous?"

"Yes," Doomhammer said darkly. "Before Blackhand's defeat, we outnumbered them combined. Now it is hard to say who has more. However, our greatest advantage is that they have fewer warriors than the Horde."

"Even if I submit to you," Kilrogg began again, "we would still have to fight, and that would weaken us either way."

"It will not come to that," Doomhammer replied firmly. The way he stated it was not an assumption but a fact. "The Horde respects strength, but more importantly, the Horde needs an enemy to fight. The humans are that enemy, and I intend to refocus the Horde on the pinkskins."

"And how would you do that?" Kilrogg asked curiously.

"By giving them victory and conquest," Doomhammer said, beckoning for Kilrogg to go outside.

Curious, the Bleeding Hollow chieftain followed. Once they reached outside, the Blackrock chieftain nodded to the warlock, who fired off a powerful green, fiery energy into the air.

"I have heard of your battle with the flying dwarves and how Grom's goblin allies' flying boats are all that's keeping you from being overwhelmed," Doomhammer said. "Behold, the gifts I bring to break you out of your stalemate!"

Kilrogg followed Doomhammer's arm pointing to the sky and saw several dots emerging. At first, he thought it was a Wildhammer raid, but as they got closer, he made out ugly, blue-skinned, grotesque creatures on their backs. They were flanked by a few dozen goblin zeppelins with a banner different from the Blackfuse goblins he had worked with.

"What are those creatures?" Kilrogg asked.

"They're called bats," Doomhammer replied with a grin. "You see, Grom wasn't the only one to find allies."

"Bats," Kilrogg repeated, tasting the word.

"A grotesque creature, numerous in number but easily tamed by Zuluhed and his clan," Doomhammer explained. "Now, you will have dominance of the skies."

If Doomhammer had this, what else did he have for the other Horde? Still, Kilrogg could sense which way the wind was blowing and made the best choice for his clan.

"Then, Warchief." Kilrogg bowed in subservience to the Blackrock leader. "Tell me how I can serve the Horde."

TBC...

AN:

First of all thanks to Icura for helping me edit this, you are da man!

Secondly thank you to all the patron supporter, you continue help and generosity continue to humble and make me blush! Thank you!

You know when I wrote this I picture getting a debriefing from a narrator guy like in WC 2:

Having secure a victory and foothold against the foul orcish Horde off the coast of Khaz Modan, you must now gather your force and strike the production stronghold of the goblin before they can know that you are here. Alleria Windrunner, Ranger Captain of the mysterious elves of Silvermoon has volunteer her rangers to your cause. Etc etc etc"

XD Ya'll get what I mean right? Anyway, for those that have a problem with rogues disappearing, it really do happen like that in WoW. For reference, please watch WoW Battle for Azeroth "Safe Haven" Cinematic to see two rogues trying to jump Thrall and Saurfang. No magic, just whatever natural abilities. Its B.S Fantasy, roll with it :P Thank you all for reading hope you like this chapter!

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