This time, the Scourge's response had been far too subdued. The resistance they encountered was sparse, and the Blood Elf troops on the outskirts were practically sweeping through unopposed.
As they spoke, a surge of Holy Light energy shot into the sky northeast of Andorhal. Unlike the Blood Knights' Holy Light, this Holy Light energy was exceptionally pure. The Blood Knights' Holy Light was more like Arcane magic, as though they were driving Arcane magic by using a form of magical energy.
"Those are the Paladin troops of the Scarlet Crusade from Hearthglen. They've also launched an attack on Andorhal." Nathanos the Blightcaller had been following the fighting in the Western Plaguelands all along. The Paladins holding Hearthglen had grown increasingly belligerent. Calling themselves the Scarlet Crusade, they had become more and more fanatical, attacking any undead.
"Hearthglen? Do you know who's commanding their attack this time?" Patrick asked.
The Scarlet Crusade had now begun to grow extremely fanatical. They turned their blades on any intelligent beings outside their ranks, whether Horde or Alliance, at even the slightest questioning of their beliefs. Anyone who encountered them by accident was treated as a Scourge spy and executed unless they were human and willing to join them.
As an undead, Nathanos could not possibly have had any dealings with them, much less know their news.
"There is absolutely no possibility of communication." The Blightcaller looked somewhat dejected.
"We must break into Andorhal before the humans do." They quickened their advance, and everyone immediately attacked the town.
All the Blood Knights had deployed, blessing their tower shields and other defensive equipment with Holy Light to hold off the undead on the perimeter. The Farstriders used abilities such as Arcane Shot to pick off the Abominations preparing to charge the Blood Knights on the