The fighting once again pushed toward the gates of Ahn'Qiraj City. The Qiraji had broken free of the seal's shackles and sought to spread outward, but mountains surrounded the entire Silithus Great Desert, leaving them to wander aimlessly through the sands. After answering the calls for aid from the rear, the allied forces once again closed in on Ahn'Qiraj.
No one knew how many Qiraji there were, but their numbers were certainly not infinite. Judging by the previous War of the Shifting Sands, they were numerous, several times more numerous even than the Continental Allied Forces. Yet ordinary insects posed a negligible threat to the allied forces; it took those enormous insects to pose a threat.
After losing Vek'lor the Unyielding and Ayamiss the Hunter, Qiraji activity in the Silithus Great Desert fell to its lowest point. If the Qiraji simply held the walls of Ahn'Qiraj City, that would indeed present a problem for the allied forces.
Everyone knew the Qiraji had reached the end of the road. The reason they dared not charge rashly through the gates of Ahn'Qiraj City was to guard against a desperate Qiraji counterattack. With the allied forces winning one great victory after another, minimizing losses and preserving their strength was the best course.
After all, the Qiraji were merely a common enemy. Did Azeroth lack common enemies? Even without any, there was still plenty of hatred between the Alliance and the Horde, and between the various races. You guarded against me, and I guarded against you-that was the soundest political thinking.
The war had already begun. Here in this great desert, battles large and small had continued ever since the gates of Ahn'Qiraj City opened. Soldiers died fighting the Qiraji at every moment. There was no longer any need for the leaders and chieftains