After receiving Patrick and Rotande Gili's advice, Nathanos the Blightcaller also gave his tacit consent. If their rear was unstable, Andorhal fell to the Scarlet Crusade, and he was unable to maintain contact with Undercity from the Eastern Plaguelands, with reinforcements also cut off by the Scarlet Crusade, how would that be any different from marching to his death?
For the Forsaken, securing peace with the Scarlet Crusade, however brief, was a rare chance to catch their breath. The Forsaken as a whole, and even the New Horde, were still very weak compared with the powerful, well-established Alliance. If the gap in strength grew too wide, war between the factions would only be a matter of time.
North of Andorhal, Taelan met with Patrick on behalf of the Scarlet Crusade.
"You agreed to peace talks with us so quickly?" Patrick looked at the wary Taelan and the adjutant beside him, whose face was full of hostility.
"Your proposal is a good option for the Scarlet Crusade." Taelan's attitude toward Patrick was quite friendly, because this elven Regent had helped him rediscover himself rather than remain blinded by the Holy Light.
"Have you considered my last suggestion? We'll use this road as the boundary between our jurisdictions, then cease all hostilities."
"We agree with your proposal, but there is still one point that needs to be confirmed: we still cannot accept the Forsaken polluting the surrounding environment." Taelan's tone was cordial, showing little hostility.
"What a joke!" Nathanos the Blightcaller roared from the side. "Polluting the land? Is it our fault the Western Plaguelands ended up like this? Can't you see this is the Scourge's doing? Besides, even if we did pollute the land, that would still be far better than your indiscriminate slaughter of innocents. How many elves, dwarves, gnomes,