With their ties to the Horde, they passed through Camp Mojache without difficulty and headed straight for Dire Maul. The happiest and most excited of them along the way was Lina, the fire mage. She kept talking about what she had seen and heard of Dire Maul, until Liadrin and Huili Sandeguer were thoroughly sick of it.
After the continent of Kalimdor split apart, what was now Feralas had survived the world-ending catastrophe, but had not escaped the fate of abandonment. When Patrick and his party arrived, the place was almost deserted, apart from some ogres and the Satyrs and Naga seeking to reclaim and occupy this land.
"We're here. These are the ancient Night Elf ruins, Eldre'Thalas." In the end, it was Lina who told everyone they had arrived.
The ruined walls in the distance marked the decline of a civilization. The ancient Shen'dralar mage force, a unit dedicated to serving Queen Azshara, had fallen into decline.
Patrick surveyed the place and spread out his Spiritual Power to sense his surroundings. Just as he remembered, Demons were active inside.
Deprived of magical energy, the Shen'dralar had grown listless. Even ogres had occupied part of this ancient city.
Lina said, "Our first step is to enter the Dire Maul Library, and then we'll reach eastern Dire Maul. This was the commoners' district in ancient times. Now it's been corrupted by demonic power and occupied by many imps."
"Let's go." Just as he remembered, connecting corridors ran along the perimeter.
They crossed the River Verdantis outside the Dire Maul Library and headed straight into Dire Maul.
"Hmm, Lord Regent, I suggest you head to the eastern district first. Alzzin the Wildshaper, a Satyr, has taken control of the Warpwood Quarter there. His demonic power has caused the worst corruption of the