The atmosphere became exceedingly awkward. Tyrande and the other two stared at Aethelred, who was striking poses in front of them, their expressions strained.
"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Krasus asked, glaring at Aethelred darkly.
"Because I was waiting for you to ask! Being eager to learn and full of curiosity is the noble quality an elf should possess. We Highborne have passed down countless years of courtly—"
Bang!
A massive phantom dragon claw swept through the air. The next moment, Aethelred was sent flying skyward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
"Once the battle here is over, I'm definitely going to complain to the Divine Lord and demand a replacement. Letting a bastard like this lead Suramar and the Eye of Truth Council is a disgrace to the Titans."
Krasus spoke with a grim face, instantly earning the wholehearted agreement of everyone present.
"Archmage Elisande is much more reliable. Let her work a little harder and take back control of Suramar and the Eye of Truth," Tyrande said in full agreement.
Jokes aside, and as irritating as he was... Aethelred's efficiency was still quite reliable.
Very soon, a huge Arcane portal appeared in the open ground at the center of Cenarion Hold. Highborne mages formed a circle around it, reinforcing and stabilizing the portal.
A colossal figure over a dozen meters tall strode out, the bloody tentacles and barbs all over its body thrashing wildly.
Did they think Boss Hu's side had no answer to the mad whispers of the Old Gods?
More than a dozen normally sized Faceless Ones followed the towering Faceless One general out in single file. They stood silently in the clearing before beginning a joint spell.
These Faceless Ones shared the same origin as the Old God C'Thun. The difference