If they truly wanted a unified command, it would probably take Elune or the Titans descending in person. The forces present included almost every race on Azeroth. Even setting aside the opposition between factions, the hatred between races alone made unified command an illusory dream.
"This is actually the best outcome," Bolvar said softly.
"At least the initiative is still in our hands." Rhonin understood what Bolvar meant. "If we really handed over command of our armies, the consequences would be unthinkable."
The relationship between Quel'Thalas and Dalaran was known throughout the world. Would Rhonin dare hand command of Dalaran's army to Patrick? Or rather, could Patrick even command those troops from Dalaran?
Those who had come here to fight were all regular armies of their respective factions. Unclear discipline and unfamiliarity with orders were things they had never experienced. Generally, such things happened only among bandits and brigands. Now, everyone understood one thing: given the hatred between Azeroth's races, without a powerful external enemy, civil war could erupt at any moment...
But one thing still had to be said: at least everyone had coordinated their movements, and that was the best possible start. There would be no stalling or fleeing on the eve of battle, leaving the remaining troops to face several enemy armies alone. The specific details were best worked out within each faction.
"Prepare for battle. This will mark the Alliance's true rise. Let everyone see the strength of the Alliance." Bolvar raised the Grand Marshal's sword in his hand, and Holy Light energy began radiating outward.
Halv Vem Bane, supreme commander of the Seventh Legion, stopped the messenger who was about to leave. He looked hesitant and a little worried, but finally spoke. "Grand Duke, let me take the field in this battle."
"No, I must