Number Zero delivered the news of the Scourge's invasion of Kul Tiras to Tranquillien at once.
When Rowan heard that the Scourge had abruptly changed targets and attacked Kul Tiras, he felt a chill in his crotch and went to change his trousers.
Don't get the wrong idea. He had simply lost his footing and fallen into a puddle.
"What the fuck? Since when did the undead have brains?" Rowan's brows knitted tightly. Though his expression remained composed, his thoughts were a tangled mess.
Rowan had previously considered how to respond if the Scourge changed targets and attacked Kul Tiras. But from every angle, abandoning the entire Alliance continent to attack an island nation seemed like an utterly idiotic decision for the Lich King. That was why he had let his guard down.
Clearly, however, the Undead Scourge's scouts had done thorough reconnaissance. From the Scourge's perspective, Lich King Ner'zhul's last-minute change of plans and choice of a new target was the best possible decision.
The title of the Alliance's strongest kingdom had already changed hands. An Undead Scourge invasion of the Eastern Kingdoms would instead give Kul Tiras's complete industrial system room to develop.
Now, the undead army only needed to pin Kul Tiras down and consume it piece by piece, crushing the rising nation in its cradle and conquering this maritime kingdom outright. The remaining Alliance nations would then be worthless rabble. Wiping out humanity would only be a matter of time.
When Jaina heard that those undead monsters had already established a foothold on the coast around the Old Drust Road, she anxiously grabbed Rowan's wrist. "What do we do? Master Rhonin said the undead army has at least ten times as many soldiers as the Kul Tiras Army."
Talanji stood nearby, adding fuel to the fire.