The successful rendezvous between the blood elves and humans lifted the spirits of everyone taking part in the battle. They immediately joined forces and advanced straight toward Slaughter Square farther inside.
The blood elves lacked frontline troops. Generally, they could only rely on rangers and warriors to lead the way, leaving sufficient room for the other ranged troops to operate. Quel'Thalas did have arcane golems, but these creations of the elves' high arcane arts would never be sent into battle. If an arcane golem deployed abroad was damaged, and someone with ulterior motives collected its broken fragments, the arcane secrets Quel'Thalas had kept for thousands of years would be leaked.
On this point, Patrick and the rest of Quel'Thalas's leadership shared the same stance.
The humans, meanwhile, lacked ranged troops such as mages. Most members of the Silver Hand were paladins who specialized in close combat. In large-scale battles, they could do little but charge forward and meet the enemy head-on. The casualties their troops suffered after a battle were easy to imagine.
Now, the union of the two armies compensated perfectly for their respective weaknesses, forming a highly lethal allied force.
As they approached Slaughter Square, rows of giant abominations inside came into view. In the distance, a death knight stood on the steps in gray-purple battle attire, holding a runeblade whose edge gave off wisps of shadow.
"Baron Rivendare." Seeing this former acquaintance, Tirion was filled with emotion.
"He is no longer my father. My father was a paladin who died gloriously in battle for Lordaeron." Oryx placed his Holy Light Warhammer before his chest and pressed his palms together, as though praying to the Holy Light. "Now, I will free you from the demons' grasp, Father."
The warhammer in Oryx's hands erupted with brilliant Holy Light, as