Tirion dared not bear the consequences of indiscriminate purges. Even Calia and Alonsus could not bear them.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron had already fallen into decline. Calia and Alonsus had stayed in Fayalon City primarily to rebuild the kingdom's prestige and, with Quel'Thalas at their backs, bring its displaced people home.
Calia and the others had a clear goal: the Alliance's Seventh Legion and the civilians who had fled to Stormwind City. All of Lordaeron awaited their return.
Many in the Alliance's Seventh Legion were people of Lordaeron. The elves, dwarves, and humans in its ranks were all refugees who had fled with Jaina.
Once word of such indiscriminate purges spread, would those people who had left their homeland ever return?
"I know what you're thinking, but some traitors still need to be purged. Otherwise, you won't know what hidden schemes they have," Patrick told Tirion Fordring casually.
"Please give us your instructions, Chairman Cabrolon." Tirion Fordring seemed to have sensed something too. Patrick was very likely not talking about Father Inigo. Perhaps there were other traitors hidden among them.
"Who was that general who gave such an impassioned speech just now?"
"Your Excellency, this is Bali Westwind, our fleet commander. It was his superb seamanship that brought us to Northrend." Taelan stepped forward to smooth things over and introduced him to Patrick.
"Bali Westwind?" Patrick turned his piercing gaze on the white-haired man with a bald crown and gave him a long look. "You cannot reclaim what you have lost..."
"Impossible!" Bali Westwind interrupted Patrick with an angry shout. Disregarding the slight frowns on Tirion Fordring's, Taelan's, and Abbendis's faces, Bali Westwind bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "The Holy Light will grant us limitless power! Arthas will fall!"
"Perhaps Bali Westwind himself could, but