Rhode turned to his fellow members of the Cult of the Damned, raised his arm, and shouted, "It's been a pleasure fighting alongside you all! For the Cult of the Damned, for Lord Kel'Thuzad, for the Lich King, we will never fear any enemy!"
With that speech, Rhode was clearly declaring that he would fight the Syndicate to the bitter end!
At a moment like this, with the final battle upon them, boosting morale was crucial.
Sure enough, despite their dwindling numbers, the last four Cult of the Damned members still joined him in shouting slogans:
"Yes, we'll fight to the end!"
"For Lord Kel'Thuzad!"
"For the Lich King!"
The chants whipped the Cult of the Damned members into a frenzy. The Syndicate, meanwhile, wasted no words. Led by Duke Falconcrest, they launched their final charge against the Cult of the Damned.
The Cult of the Damned members placed their few remaining undead in front of them and prepared to fight back with spells.
Just then, they suddenly heard a clang!
Rhode had blinked away!
But he hadn't blinked toward the Syndicate. He had gone in the opposite direction!
He had fled!
The fellow shouted his slogans louder than anyone, but he was also the fastest to run away!
The others no longer had any choice. The Syndicate had already reached them, and the two sides clashed once more.
Well, whoever wins this last fight has nothing to do with me anymore. Good luck!
Time to head back to Stromgarde and rescue my Lilia.
With that thought, Rhode chuckled and took off running.
As he passed Nagaz's corpse, Rhode caught sight of something seemingly clutched tightly in the orc's hand.
Rhode stopped and pried open the orc's green palm.
It was a stone that gave off a green glow.
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