Lordaeron City had long since lost its former prosperity, its bustling crowds and endless streams of wagons. Now, all that remained were large numbers of Undercity Abominations wandering the ruins of Lordaeron, with countless plague bats and gargoyles circling nearby.
An initial agreement to cooperate had already been reached with Sylvanas, and subsequent cooperation on multiple fronts was gradually getting underway. Ever since Patrick had restored order to life in Silvermoon City, he had mobilized all the elves to produce weapons, military equipment, food, and medicine. Now both Silvermoon City and Sunlight City were turning into military supply factories.
With Patrick's help, Sylvanas could at least raise the fighting strength of the Forsaken army another notch. Patrick had also agreed to prepare some weapons for the orcs to make up for their disadvantage in military equipment when fighting the Alliance.
Patrick came to the Queen's Hall again. The big bat, Varimathras, stood behind Sylvanas. Although the gaze Varimathras directed at Patrick was filled with hatred, he was simply not strong enough to defeat Patrick and could only glare at him resentfully.
"Big bat, you really are a loyal subordinate," Patrick mocked.
Sylvanas did not even glance at Varimathras, merely saying indifferently, "Perhaps. At least he's still loyal for now."
Varimathras immediately dropped to one knee to profess his loyalty. "My queen, serving you is the honor I have always dreamed of."
Patrick was speechless. Demons really have no shame.
"I've already made the arrangements in Silvermoon City. What we need to do now is stabilize the teleportation magic circles to make travel between our two sides easier."
The green arcane mercury around them gave off a soft glow. It was an important facility the Forsaken used to prevent decay.
Sylvanas remained as icy as ever, blood-red light flickering in her