At those words, Patrick smiled too. Things were getting more and more interesting. He had originally planned to use these scattered Undead to draw Dar'Khan out, but now it seemed there was no need.
That was also why Patrick had not killed Nacreloet and Luzlan outright at the start of the battle. After all, Dar'Khan had personally created these two Abominations, so they were bound to bear the Scourge's spiritual power marks. The Scourge's higher ranks used such marks to maintain an iron grip on their subordinates.
If Dar'Khan sensed that his prized creations were in danger, he might come out to rescue them himself. Patrick could then wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
But things were different now. This Yurien had successfully drawn the hatred of every Blood Elf present.
"Aren't the others coming out too? Such a clumsy disguise really is a nuisance," Patrick said again.
Masophit the Black, Baulgus the Bloodletter, and Mirduran the Fallen emerged from the shadows one after another. In the distant Dead Scar, large numbers of Undead were also heading their way. Clearly, the Undead had prepared in advance, using Nacreloet and Luzlan as bait to draw the Blood Elves' first assault while wearing down Patrick's troops.
Indeed, Deatholme had once been cleared only through cooperation between the Blood Elves and the Forsaken. Dar'Khan, who controlled all the Undead in the Ghostlands, and his four adjutants had considerable tactical expertise. But this time was different. The troops Patrick led were composed entirely of Silvermoon City's former top combatants. If one had to name their shortcomings, perhaps this force's weaknesses were its hasty assembly, its lack of thorough coordination, and its tactical cooperation.
But expecting the low- and mid-tier Undead troops in the Ghostlands to defeat Patrick's elite force was truly far