Patrick had not quite expected the Alliance of Lordaeron's army to move faster than the Silvermoon Council. Upon detecting the Horde's movements, they had come straight to Quel'Thalas's aid.
One thing could hardly be denied: compared with the Silvermoon Council, Lothar was indeed someone worthy of trust. Gengzhi was magnanimous, treated all races equally, and possessed every quality needed to make a good king. Yet Lothar had instead given his support and helped his childhood friend Llane Wrynn become king of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
It was precisely because of Lothar's outstanding personal abilities, too, that his speeches radiated such powerful strength and conviction. Every word brimmed with hope for the future and a desire for his people to live better lives. In Lordaeron, Lothar had secured Emperor Terenas's aid and raised an allied army to resist the orcs.
Patrick said, "Sir Lothar, as far as I know, creatures called orcs did not exist on Azeroth. The Kingdom of Stormwind was the first nation to come into contact with them. Do you know where they came from?"
Lothar deeply hated the orcs. Those green-skinned creatures had destroyed all the homes in the Kingdom of Stormwind. "The orcs appeared in the Black Morass through an astral portal. But these bloodthirsty creatures did not come to Azeroth in peace. They slaughtered our people at will. Now the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Black Morass have been reduced to ruins."
This was not what he wanted to know. Patrick shook his head. He had other information about the orcs. "I've already fought their main force. Their army has spellcasters as well as very powerful warriors, but I sensed something strange in their energy fluctuations."
Lothar asked, "What might you be referring to, my lord?"
"Demonic energy," Patrick said seriously. "The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas