In this battle, the forces of the entire continent of Azeroth had turned out in full strength. Whether in the skies or on the ground, every unit had done its duty, and no one had resorted to underhanded attacks to get their allies killed.
Ultimately, the main reason was the Scourge's terrible reputation. Their practice of killing the living and enslaving souls terrified everyone. To ensure their own safety, everyone agreed that the Scourge had to be destroyed.
After the battle, tasks naturally still needed to be assigned, and preparations had to be made for an all-out assault on the Scourge. The Paladins of the Silver Hand were already eager to act. They had seen hope for revenge, and they longed to declare war on the undead who had taken their children and loved ones.
When Patrick arrived at the command tent, almost everyone was already there. Only the representatives of the two undead factions were absent; the leadership of both the Alliance and the Horde had all arrived.
In another row sat Sulestraz, representing the red dragons, Dreamwalker Valithria, representing the Green Dragonflight, and neutral representatives from Dalaran, Lordaeron, and elsewhere.
The Covenant's representatives naturally formed a group of their own: Patrick Cabrolon, Illidan Stormrage, Vashj, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Saragoss, Kurdran Wildhammer, and Danath Trollbane.
"After this battle, it seems everyone's confidence has grown considerably." The great battle had been thoroughly satisfying. Although they had not taken down the Lich King outright, their military achievements had been outstanding.
"Of course. Our victory is within reach." Taelan was the first to speak. He had a very favorable impression of Patrick, from Patrick finding his father to Quel'Thalas's continued selfless aid to the Silver Hand, and now this. Without realizing it, Taelan had developed a sense of affinity with Patrick.
Of course,