Varian's intentions were of no concern to Duanmu Huai.
Because he had already passed through the portal and arrived in Silithus—the cursed wilderness.
Looking around, all of Silithus was devoid of green, the sky dim, and the earth just a ruinous soil with nausea-inducing corrosion marks. The cold wind hit him, as if even the soul was trembling amidst this rotten chill. This oppressive, madness-inducing atmosphere… Well, it's quite nostalgic.
"Wow, it looks like this place is badly corrupted."
Duanmu Huai folded his hands behind his back, scanning the surroundings. Since it was a special case, the mages from Stormwind teleported them to the Cenarion Hold in Silithus. It's an elven-style fortress; calling it a fortress is generous, really just a pile of broken houses—well, Duanmu Huai didn't plan on establishing good relations with those long-eared fellows anyway.
