Nagrand, Sunspring Watchpost.
After seizing the fel cannons from the demons, the entire force slowed its advance. Patrick led the army back to Sunspring Watchpost, while Lady Hui Li led a contingent of Dark Curse Burning Legion warlocks, enslaving demons and parking the fel cannons some distance away.
These cannons were demonic creations, after all, reeking of a pungent stench and the smell of fel energy. Naturally, they could not be allowed into the allied forces' living quarters.
"Congratulations on your opening victory." Prophet Kaurhuk and Garrosh remained by the river with the Mag'har Orc army, guarding the suspension bridge against an attack from the other forge camp. Yet while Patrick was attacking, the demons in that other camp had made no move at all.
"Soon, the other forge camp will be reduced to ashes too." Patrick turned to Altruis, his meaning clear: I'm about to fulfill my promise. Next, it will be your turn to fulfill yours.
Altruis likewise turned to look at Patrick, as though his black blindfold did not exist. "Although I left the Black Temple alone, I will still honor my promise and introduce you to Lord Illidan. A demon hunter's promise is beyond question."
Loramus walked slowly over. "I would also like to meet Lord Illidan. After all, if not for him, I would never have set out on the path of a demon hunter ten thousand years ago. After all these years, it would be an honor to see Lord Illidan again."
Illidan's influence on the night elves could not be put into words. From the War of the Ancients to the Dark Portal, the knowledge, experience, and wisdom the night elves had accumulated over their ten-thousand-year lifespans were quite formidable.
"In the future, you will see those demons die to their own cannons."