Reinforcements from Maranor Harbor and Dal Island streamed into Sunlight City, and even Spellbreaker Captain Nochong arrived in person.
"Everyone, faced with this challenge, our will to fight has been ignited! We have all kinds of top-tier equipment, inseparable comrades, closely coordinated large teams, and an unbreakable resolve." Kael'thas rallied his subordinates, his bold words awakening their fighting spirit as they faced the coming fierce battle. "Here, we will be tempered into steel. Here, we will emerge from our cocoons as butterflies, carrying on the past and forging the future. Fight for Quel'Thalas!"
"Fight for Quel'Thalas!" "Fight for Quel'Thalas!"
"Fight for Quel'Thalas!"
Patrick did not personally step forward for this sort of thing. Some things worked better when certain people did them.
Vashj was preparing the defenses with her two lackeys, Naj'entus and Kalithresh. Patrick had already briefed Vashj: the battle at the Wrathgate would be no ordinary battle, and the Naga had no advantage fighting on land. Their primary task was to hold the army's positions and prevent surprise attacks from the rear. Meanwhile, Vashj would personally lead all the water warlocks and Sea Silk, mustering them into ground-to-air and air-to-air forces to ease the pressure from the gargoyles and frost wyrms.
"This..." Naj'entus was very unhappy with what he heard. As a top-tier lackey and enforcer, he craved battle and the pleasure of slaughtering every enemy. Yet from Patrick's words, the water warlocks and Sea Serpents would essentially be the main force, while they would remain behind to hold their positions. That was something he found deeply displeasing.
Patrick said, "The rear isn't completely safe. I believe you should understand the Scourge's strength. When Illidan attacked the Frozen Throne, you already fought their main force head-on. I believe you all know exactly how strong they are..."
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