As one of the core members of the Cult of the Damned, Gandling remained very confident in Scholomance. No one in all of Lordaeron had ever suspected that this was the Cult of the Damned's headquarters, as well as the cradle of the Scourge.
Although he had been transferred back to Scholomance to serve as headmaster because of his poor command, Gandling felt that he had to regain the Lich King's recognition.
Gandling had once been a mage of Dalaran. Because of dark powers, he had betrayed the Alliance of Lordaeron, and now took pride in possessing an undead body, teaching his students how to resurrect the dead in the Lich King's name.
The sky over the Western Plaguelands remained as gloomy as ever, with a ghoul's roar occasionally sounding in the distance. Patrick led his troops, fighting their way to the Wailing Haunt. The once-abundant Lake Darrowmere had also been contaminated by the Scourge's plague, and its fisheries had all but vanished. Its once-clear, transparent waters were gone, replaced by nauseating lake water that reeked of rotting corpses.
"Is everyone ready? In the battle ahead, we'll be facing the Scourge's main forces." Patrick stood at the ship's bow, looking at the ruined castle on the island. Beneath the castle's tranquil surface lay a vicious, bloodthirsty underground world.
"Lord Regent, we are always ready to take revenge on the Scourge, now and in the future." Blood Knights Commander Aeldara Morningwalker had long been itching for action. The Morningwalkers, once one of Quel'Thalas's foremost families, had nearly been wiped out during the Scourge invasion. So few members of the Council's five families remained that they could all be assigned to the Dawn's Edge Burning Legion. Even demons would not believe anyone who claimed the Morningwalkers did not hate the Scourge.
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