Later, he joined the Draenei Brotherhood. Step by step, he climbed to the position of Grand Commander, his hands stained with blood, yet he remained convinced he was fighting for a better future...
"Was I... wrong..."
Frost Throat Hosen's eyes lost focus as he muttered to himself.
As his blood drained away, the last trace of life within him vanished.
THUD!
And so, the legendary Grand Commander of the Blue Scarf Rebel Army, the Tier Seven Peak Frost Warrior who had once been a constant headache for the Imperial Navy, had fallen.
His eyes remained wide open, unable to rest in peace.
'He's dead. Finally, he's dead!'
Shivana Windrunner stood panting, dual blades in hand, her expression a mixture of excitement and complexity.
She looked down at Frost Throat Hosen's gradually stiffening corpse, her heart in turmoil.
