The Terror of the Scourge

At Darion's warning, Tirion, Bolvar, and Zul'ra Jin all felt their heads ache. The Scourge's terror lay not only in its vast numbers and utter lack of emotional or moral restraint, but also in how thoroughly the Lich King's will was carried out.

The Scourge would not simply stay put and wait for the Judgment Army to purge and pursue them. On the contrary, once they began moving, they would advance without obstruction. All it took was one careless moment for them to overrun the world once again, slaughtering it and growing stronger on the lives they took.

"It seems our strategic shift may not have been very appropriate." Hearing Darion's warning, Bolvar calmly looked toward Zul'ra Jin. Under these circumstances, it was hardly possible to delay the fight against the Scourge.

"No, quite the opposite. I believe the Scourge's current situation calls for a strategic shift. But before we put a sustainable plan for combating the Scourge into practice, we still need to strike them, divide them, and suppress them until they crumble away." Zul'ra Jin shook his head.

"How do we strike them? Can we handle both attacking and production at the same time?" Tirion frowned slightly. Their old strategic thinking was completely different from that of this troll.

"We can. Suppressing the Scourge does not require large forces; an aerial fleet will suffice. Our objective is to destroy their bases and prevent them from building new floating fortresses and other weapons of war." Zul'ra Jin nodded as he offered his proposal, then paused briefly before continuing.

"As for dividing them, that will be handled by us and the Knights of the Ebon Blade. Besides, the Scourge is not our only enemy. The dragons are our allies, and the minions of the Old Gods in Ulduar are their