All the officers and soldiers were already lost in bloodlust. Taking advantage of the favorable terrain, the allied forces had spread out their formation perfectly, ensuring as far as possible that the enemy could only engage them from the front.
The officers and soldiers charging at the enemy had only one thought in their minds: kill every last bug. Even if they died, they would take one more down with them.
The arrival of the Dragonflights had inflicted massive casualties on the low-ranking Qiraji, whose only advantage was their numbers, but it had yet to deal the Qiraji a crippling blow.
Amid a commotion among the Qiraji at the gates of Ahn'Qiraj, a Qiraji covered in a pink carapace, with eight spiderlike legs beneath him, appeared under the protection of a large swarm of bugs.
"Prophet Skeram, a high-ranking Qiraji spellcaster of the Ahn'Qiraj Empire." Patrick immediately told the Blood Elf messenger beside him, "Warn the entire army. An enemy high-ranking spellcaster has appeared."
The commanders of the other races beside him looked at Patrick. Elves lived long lives, and surely knew more about the Qiraji than anyone else.
"Does Regent Cabrolon know that Qiraji spellcaster?" Quinnard, the Forsaken potions master, asked curiously.
Patrick smiled and shook his head. "I wouldn't say I know him. I've merely heard a little about him. That Prophet Skeram should be considered a high-ranking spellcaster among the Qiraji. He specializes in spatial magic and illusions. We have to be on our guard."
The last few battles had completely overturned Patrick's preconceived notions about the bosses in this world. Although their abilities resembled those they had in the dungeons, who knew whether they possessed any special attributes or abilities?
"Kurinnaxx and General Rajaxx, those two Qiraji vanguards, must be dealt with immediately, or we'll be