"We must resolve this!"
"Easy for you to say!"
"We must have the Dwarven smiths forge more weapons."
"You treat us worse than dogs! We simply cannot produce that much!"
"Enough!"
Inside a meeting chamber in Stormwind City, the major powers of Azeroth were all present.
They were arguing over how to resolve the current crisis.
The meeting had already dragged on for days, yet no suitable conclusion had been reached.
The core issue was simple.
They could not unite.
The endless bickering and quarreling gave Llane Wrynn a splitting headache.
This was not how a crisis was solved.
Although much remained unclear, Stormwind was the one standing directly in front of the orc threat.
Llane Wrynn was the only one who truly felt the pressure.
Looking at the humans, elves, and dwarves before him, he spoke in a heavy voice.
"You have all come to Stormwind seeking aid-whether soldiers or arbitration. If we cannot stand united against this enemy, the consequences will be dire. Stormwind needs soldiers, horses, and weapons. Now."
"Ha! Our own kingdoms need those as well! What the hell is-"
The representative from Lordaeron didn't get to finish.
A pale golden shimmer suddenly appeared in the air.
It expanded rapidly, forming a perfect circle.
A scene from the other side was revealed.
A forest.
And standing there was a familiar figure.
Anduin Lothar.
The young Commander of Stormwind.
The room fell silent.
Why was there a portal here?
And why did this portal feel so... wrong?
Everyone present was stunned.
If they hadn't recognized Lothar, the guards would have been summoned immediately-though they were already rushing in regardless.
Outside the ring, Lothar himself was equally stunned.
So was Khadgar.
Portal magic wasn't rare.
But this?
They had never seen anything like it.
No magic circle.
No materials.
No incantation.
The method was entirely different from anything they knew.
It was as if the spell had been cast at will.
Effortlessly.
The implication was staggering.
Swallowing hard, Lothar studied the figures inside the portal, then turned back to Noah.
"How did you do that? Did you set a teleportation anchor in the palace?"
"Why would I need an anchor?" Noah tilted his head.
"Actually, the destination's a little off, but close enough. My teleportation magic is special. As long as I remember the location, I can go there."
"Just like that?"
"Yes. Just like that."
Noah spread his hands.
To him, it really wasn't difficult.
For other mages-even those of Kamar-Taj-reaching this level would be extremely hard.
But there was no need to explain that.
His greatest advantage lay elsewhere.
He had a rough understanding of the spell systems and capabilities of several key figures in this universe.
They, on the other hand, knew almost nothing about him.
Only that he used space and ice magic.
Nothing more.
That asymmetry was a powerful advantage.
In a mage duel, raw mana and control mattered in the end.
But when the opponent didn't know what you could do, sneak attacks were devastating.
Faced with Noah's casual "this is obvious" attitude, Lothar and Khadgar were left speechless.
In the end, Lothar stopped pressing the issue.
There were more urgent matters.
He needed to report to the King immediately.
The situation had deteriorated to the brink of disaster.
The orcs were preparing to reopen the Dark Portal.
Another army was coming.
If they failed to stop it now, there might not be a second chance.
Unfortunately, the representatives present showed little interest.
Some even looked at Noah with suspicion as he followed Lothar inside.
His magic was too strange.
Too unsettling.
They couldn't ignore the implications.
If an army could pass through a spell like that...
A capital could be struck directly.
Everyone in that room was sharp.
They instantly grasped the potential applications.
And because of that, the discussion about the orcs quietly dissolved.
They hadn't seen the threat firsthand.
They weren't willing to trust Stormwind's warnings alone.
One question was left behind as they departed.
"Where is the Guardian of Azeroth?"
Llane Wrynn felt a headache coming on.
As if things weren't bad enough, another report arrived soon after.
Another fortress had fallen.
This time, Callan-Lothar's son-was listed among the casualties.
Fortunately, he wasn't dead.
That alone gave Lothar some relief.
After finishing his time with his son-being comforted more than comforting-Lothar went to discuss Durotan's proposal with Llane.
Noah didn't participate.
Nor was he qualified to.
No matter how much he helped, he didn't belong to this universe.
They had no intention of dragging him into internal affairs.
Noah didn't mind.
Bored, he wandered through Stormwind aimlessly.
He wasn't sure what to do next.
Lothar had promised him records, but the man was overwhelmed.
Those records also needed sorting.
It wouldn't be quick.
Noah had no intention of rushing him.
In fact, delay suited him.
According to the movie timeline, Medivh wouldn't last much longer.
Once Medivh and Sargeras's souls fell into the abyss, Karazhan would become temporarily masterless.
At that point, Noah could help himself.
The temptation of knowledge was immense.
For a mage, it was nearly irresistible.
Lost in thought, Noah didn't know how long he had walked.
Then his left eye throbbed slightly.
A faint, obscure power brushed against his perception.
It immediately caught his attention.
He stopped.
Looked around.
He had nearly wandered out of the city.
Only a few guards and commoners were nearby.
That made no sense.
What kind of power could irritate his left eye like that?
Closing his eyes, Noah scanned the area.
He locked onto one of the commoners.
The trace was there.
Hidden.
"Wait a moment, sir."
Now that he'd found something unusual, Noah wasn't about to let it go.
The group didn't react at first.
When they realized someone-plainly dressed, yet carrying an undeniable presence-was addressing them, they panicked slightly.
Fortunately, Stormwind under Llane's rule was relatively fair.
A quick-witted commoner bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Master. How may we assist you?"
"No need for that."
Noah got straight to the point.
"Have you encountered anything unusual recently? I sensed a special energy on you. I'd like to know what you've experienced."
"Special energy?" The man froze, then laughed awkwardly.
"I understand, Master! We were attacked recently-by a giant wolf. I swear, it was the biggest wolf I've ever seen!"
"A giant wolf?"
Noah rubbed his chin.
A Warg.
That meant an orc mount.
At that realization, Noah looked at them differently.
These people were absurdly lucky.
They'd encountered a Warg.
No orcs.
And survived.
That kind of luck was legendary.
"Yes, a giant wolf. My companions and I were attacked. Perhaps the gods were watching us. Just as we were about to die, a horn sounded from the forest. The beast abandoned us and ran off."
The man's hands trembled as he recalled it.
The others weren't much better.
"And then?" Noah interrupted, reluctantly.
"Sorry, Master. It's not a pleasant memory." The man forced a smile.
"Those of us who survived made it back, though many were badly injured. When we passed Northshire Abbey, we were saved by a priest."
A priest.
Northshire Abbey.
Noah's eyes lit up.
He wasn't sure when the Holy Light first appeared in Azeroth.
But that didn't stop him from trying his luck.
Northshire Abbey shouldn't be in ruins yet.
In the game, many players considered it the starting point of Azeroth's disasters.
Reaching into his pocket, Noah produced a gold coin.
"How far is Northshire Abbey from here?"
"Master..."
"Tell me, and it's yours."
"But Master," the man said helplessly, "you'll see the road signs the moment you leave the city gate."
"..."
Noah stared at him in silence.
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