A chill ran down Angus's spine.
Horn Solar. Even within the Draenei Brotherhood, his name was infamous. The man was powerful, and his methods were bizarre and cruel. He was especially skilled in various curses and wicked sacrificial rituals.
'To think the commander of the Blue Scarves besieging Red Ridge Castle is actually him!'
While lost in thought, Angus led his troops toward the outer picket line. They were soon stopped by an elite squad of Blue Scarves in polished armor.
"Halt! What unit are you with? State your name!"
"Angus Fisher, commander of the Rock Fortress garrison, here to rendezvous with the main force," Angus replied in a low voice, presenting his identification token and seal.
The captain who stopped them examined the items, then looked over the troops behind Angus. Though they were exhausted, their formation was intact and their numbers were considerable. The captain's expression softened slightly.
"Wait here. I will report to Lord Solar."
