The Surprise Attack on Icecrown Glacier

Illidan accepted Leiluo's suggestion without a second thought. This had been his reason for coming to Northrend in the first place. Otherwise, who would willingly come suffer in a frozen wasteland like this? He'd have to be out of his mind.

But although they had decided to launch a surprise attack on Icecrown Glacier, how to do it and who to send were still difficult questions. The distance from Howling Fjord to Icecrown Glacier was another problem. They would have to pass through Grizzly Hills and Crystalsong Forest at the very least, and if an emergency forced them to take a detour, that would complicate things further. The more Leiluo thought about all these details, the more he realized how easy his earlier surprise attack on Karazhan had been. He might have been dragged along in a daze as a prisoner, but he hadn't needed to worry about a thing on the way—and he had gained a great deal from the battle at Karazhan.

"Why make it so complicated? The three of us—you, me, and Vashj—are enough!"

That was Illidan for you. He might usually seem deep and inscrutable, but the real Illidan was the kind of person who would start fighting at the slightest disagreement. Otherwise, why would he have fallen out with his own brother, Malfurion? And do you think the Warglaives of Azzinoth in his hands had simply fallen into his lap? The real Illidan had always been straightforward, even a little too reckless. Once he had decided what was right, he would pursue it without hesitation.

Ten thousand years ago, he had dared to confront Queen Azshara in open court because he knew she was wrong. If Vashj hadn't helped him afterward, Illidan might have died long ago. Ten thousand years ago, he had dared to