"They're Undead, but they seem different from the Scourge." Patrick had sensed them long ago, but because he had trouble telling members of other races apart by their faces, he really could not identify them. "Come out, all of you. Since you're not Scourge troops, why hide?"
"As expected of the Elves' leader. I wonder how you distinguished us from the Scourge." The Undead Stealth Rogue leading them appeared before everyone.
The moment the Undead appeared, all the Elf troops braced themselves for a formidable enemy. After all, the Undead had destroyed Silvermoon City and the Isle of Quel'Danas. None of the Elves could muster any friendliness toward them.
Patrick steadied his subordinates and told the Undead leader, "You lack something like a shackle. In other words, compared to the Scourge, you seem free, while the Undead Scourge are slaves in chains."
"This freedom was hard-won," Marlen said with some feeling. "You're right. I am an Undead who has escaped the Lich King's control. All of us have sworn to avenge ourselves on the Lich King, even though our bodies are already Undead."
"Then you presumably haven't come to Quel'Thalas just to swear an oath. State your purpose."
"We are now the Forsaken, under the command of the Banshee Queen Sylvanas. We built the Undercity beneath what was once Lordaeron City."
"Sylvanas?" Lor'themar Theron could scarcely believe the name he had heard. "Ranger-General Sylvanas?"
"No, our Banshee Queen. We only know that she was a High Elf ranger in life and died at Arthas's hands during his invasion. She was also the one who discovered the movements of the Undead Scourge. Some Undead are secretly marching toward Quel'Thalas, and she sent us to reinforce Quel'Thalas and ascertain the Scourge's exact movements."
Marlen's words silenced all the Elves. So Sylvanas had