The meeting had ended, and Patrick and his party returned directly from Desolace to Feralas.
Patrick had not said a word since the meeting ended. Most of the elves thought it was because the Regent had not secured overall command of the allied forces.
"Lord Regent, do you not mind who the Commander-in-Chief of the allied forces is this time?" Huili Sandeguer, who was beside him, asked tentatively.
"Whether the Horde or the Alliance holds the advantage, the Commander-in-Chief of these allied forces could never be one of us. So Varok Saurfang becoming Commander-in-Chief was within my expectations."
"Aren't you worried about this War of the Shifting Sands?" Kyrissa, who had noticed nothing all this time, could not help asking. "The horrors of the original War of the Shifting Sands haunted Fandral Staghelm for the rest of his life. Even when our allied Dragonflight joined the battle, we could do nothing to help the situation."
Then Kyrissa added, "Oh, poor Arygos."
The Night Elves had indeed fought a brutal war during the first War of the Shifting Sands. The souls of the Night Elves in Southwind Village, clinging to their obsessions, had lingered for a long time without dispersing. Even the final Scarab Wall had been bought with the lives of the Dragonflight.
"I don't think the Ahn'Qiraj Empire will do much damage to the continent this time." Patrick looked at the young female dragon, who was still reminiscing about Arygos. "Only the Night Elves and dragons took part in the War of the Shifting Sands back then. This time, the entire continent is joining hands. Their strength is on a completely different level, so I don't think the whole continent will fall to the Ahn'Qiraj Empire. Even if the war is brutal and causes heavy casualties, it won't leave