The Demon's blood spilled across the ground and the thing crashed down in its pooling blood.

"G- go to the M- Meeting of Lords. There y- your immortality c- can be restored," the Demon choked. It lost conciousness and parished.

"This is not good, my sword was my immortality." Reo looked absolutley struck.

"What is bad about it?" I did not see the problem. We would go to this meeting and everything would be fine.

"I have not been to the Meeting of Lords in eons. When I chose to stay among the mortals, I was shunned and now I must return." I could tell Reo was genuinly worried about this. His face, nor words, nor body showed it, but I sensed it.

"And why did he call you the Conquerer?" I inquired further.

"I did many bad things to the orcs when I was with the Burning Legion," he muttered. He regretted his past, and that was enough. "We must go to Icecrown in Northrend. The Demons are attracted to Ner'zhul's powers."

Ner'zhul was the power that fed the Lich King. Not long ago, Ner'zhul was lured to Kil'Jaeden, who's only intent was to destroy the Draenei. When Ner'zhul discovered his plot, he rebelled unsuccesfully. Now he is trapoed in the Lich King's armor. It draws Demons and Undead alike.

"We must not fly. We wil have to ride. It is best to stay hidden," Reo continued.

"Whatever it takes," I nodded. Flying would make everything faster but I understoid Reo's intentions. Re grabbed me by the arm and we were transported to outside a small cave in the icy mountains of Nortrend. A small scuffling came from the cave and I sniffed the air. Nothing smelled strange. Reo and I catiously entered the cave.