After flying out of the Mushroom Forest, the bat-like demons in the sky posed no problem for Deathstroke.
In sheer numbers alone, they were nowhere near the Annihilation Swarm. Their fel fireballs were about as threatening as party poppers, good for little more than adding some light and visual effects. Strangle casually took them out with a gun.
It was Yrel's first time riding a flying carpet. It was clearly much faster than a Void Ray, and she was somewhat nervous. She clutched the edge of the Cloak tightly, as though afraid of falling off.
Yet when she saw the Orc and demon armies attacking the Temple of Karabor, she still earnestly began telling Jaina about the Draenei's history of blood and tears.
Although Hermione protested vehemently, her protest was ineffective. Deathstroke, who did not want to be an interpreter, still had Strangle upload a Draenor language package into the minds of the trio of apprentices, until all three rolled their eyes, felt half-dead with bliss, and wept profusely.
This made Miss Granger resolve that once this journey was over, she would go study the Comprehend Languages spell under Master Elminster.
Jaina, however, proved unexpectedly resilient. Though she had rolled around with a headache just moments ago, she adapted quickly and was now listening to Yrel's story.
"This won't do. We still need to go to the Temple of Karabor and help you hold the line for a while. If all your people die, there's no point in killing all the enemies afterward."
Looking down from the sky at the dense Orc army in Shadowmoon Valley below, Su Ming felt it would be better to preserve more of the Draenei's fighting strength.
It seemed that at the harbor docks behind the temple, Velen was organizing civilians to evacuate into Tempest