This battle had surprised the Forsaken. They had never expected fighting alongside Patrick to be so easy. With well-trained troops and a powerful Regent, the Scourge forces in Andorhal were a piece of cake, unable to withstand a single blow.
"Next, once we have cleared out the remnants of the Scourge in Andorhal, we will establish a temporary base." Patrick glanced at Rotande Gili. "Speed up the establishment of a supply line from Undercity to the Western Plaguelands, and bring the Western Plaguelands under Forsaken control."
"A very sound suggestion." The Plague Mage watched the Forsaken soldiers clearing out the Scourge nearby and said with a relaxed expression, "That was our original plan as well."
"Once that is taken care of, we will prepare ships to head to the Barov Family's castle in the center of Lake Darrowmere."
"The Barov Family? That place seems to have been abandoned long ago. Do you need to establish a Blood Elf camp there, Lord Regent?" Rotande Gili did not know that it had already become the source of the Scourge.
"Establishing a camp can wait. What we need to do is cut off the source of the Scourge." As Patrick spoke, he took out a report compiled from intelligence gathered by mercenaries and adventurers. "The Barov Family sold their entire family to Kel'Thuzad, the leader of the Cult of the Damned, and their castle has already become a haven for Necromancers."
"This..." Rotande Gili's eyes flickered. The news was far too shocking. When the plague first appeared in Andorhal, no one had imagined that its source lay in the center of Lake Darrowmere, much less that Kel'Thuzad would establish his secret base in a place everyone had forgotten.
"Do not blame the Barov Family. There is no definitive judgment on who was right