A piece of bad news reached Rex's ears.
After listening to the report, Rex could only sigh.
He was still one step too late.
Had he arrived a little earlier, those three Heroic fighters would never have escaped. They would certainly have been surrounded and killed in Lordaeron City, making this operation a resounding victory.
But after carefully working through the timing, Rex realized that arriving earlier had hardly been possible. The three Heroic fighters had fled swiftly, decisively retreating the moment they received the signal. There was no way he could have reached them in time.
Unless Rex could have used a Portal to appear directly in Lordaeron City, right in front of those three Heroic fighters. Unfortunately, that was impossible. The use of Portals had already been prohibited within Lordaeron City, so what Rex envisioned could never have happened. In the end, the three Heroic fighters' escape had been inevitable.
Gazing at the destruction in Lordaeron City, Rex stepped forward and touched a damaged streetlamp. It had snapped in half at the middle, and he could only sigh. Kel'Thuzad had schemed well, and his plan had a high chance of success. He must have spent a very, very long time preparing to wreak havoc in Lordaeron City.
Without lengthy, meticulous preparations, his plan could never have succeeded so thoroughly this time.
Years of preparation had been unleashed in a single stroke, each step linking seamlessly to the next. He had even prepared several contingencies, decisively switching to another whenever one appeared unlikely to work.
Of the three Heroic fighters and all the others wreaking destruction in Lordaeron City, everyone except those three was an expendable pawn, someone who could be discarded. Only the undead could manage something like this. These fanatics had no fear of death whatsoever. Other