(I'm back. I was away on business these past few days.)
After a bloody battle, the Silver Hand had won an unprecedented victory, not only destroying the invading Scourge, but also defeating the haughty Lich King head-on.
Thanks to the eruption of Holy Light, most of the soldiers who should have died under the Scourge's siege answered the heroic spirits' call and returned to life.
What had begun as a bloody battle against the Scourge had now become a complete victory for the Silver Hand.
"Sir Tirion." Seeing Tirion Fordring after the battle, Hawkspear made the rare gesture of setting aside his so-called pride and paying his respects.
"Sir Tirion." Nathanos the Blightcaller had also just arrived and paid his respects to Tirion Fordring. The Blightcaller had originally been a minor noble of Lordaeron, with his own fief and farm. Situated along an important transport route between Miredal Province and Dalaran Province, the Marris family had been fairly wealthy, and he naturally knew Tirion Fordring, the Highlord of Hearthglen.
But everything had changed now. Marris had become the Blightcaller, and speaking of the past would only be awkward. Nathanos merely paid Tirion his respects.
"At dusk, I sensed powerful fluctuations of death energy in Quelrins, almost identical to those during the Scourge's last siege here, so I immediately decided to send reinforcements," Hawkspear explained his reason for coming.
To claim that such a major Scourge operation had gone unnoticed would have been an outright lie. Besides, Quel'Thalas was renowned for magic, and Elves were more sensitive to all forms of energy than humans.
When the Scourge first besieged Light's Hope Chapel, Hawkspear had paid it no mind and sent no reinforcements. But after Patrick returned to Azeroth, he immediately ordered Hawkspear to send reinforcements whenever Light's Hope Chapel was threatened