Illidan had spoken, and Saya could hardly refuse him. After seeing Maiev beside Illidan nod as well, Saya headed straight for the Night Elf camp, preparing to contact Darnassus. After all, both Illidan and Maiev were senior figures who had survived since ancient times. Although Illidan was at odds with Malfurion, and Maiev with Tyrande, Saya trusted them on matters like this.
In truth, Pasareen's letter only represented the High Elves. Stormwind City, which had the largest population, had far more people who had fallen asleep and would not wake. Naturally, however, Bolvar would not readily announce this news to the entire continent, a way of preventing enemies from taking advantage of their plight.
The War of the Nightmare was no small matter. Xavius had once been the chief adviser to Queen Azshara of the Kaldorei, as well as the head of the Highborne's Royal Magical Research Society. They could not afford to take him lightly.
The dual threat of the Scourge and the Lord of the Nightmare was indeed bewildering. Tirion Fordring and the others looked somewhat grave, the joy of their earlier great victory gone.
"Perhaps the situation is worse now than it has ever been."
"Is there something else?" Alleria had lived with Patrick for so many years that she knew her husband's habits inside out. Patrick's political maneuvering was unquestionably the best in Quel'Thalas. Thinking of what he had said earlier, Alleria sensed something bad.
Illidan, Vashj, Tirion Fordring, and the others all turned at her words.
"Do you remember what happened before we entered Zul'Drak?"
"Is something wrong with Ursoc, the Bear God?" Alleria thought for a moment. "Has he been corrupted again?"
"No, there is nothing wrong with Ursoc. The problem lies with the being that tried to corrupt him back then."
"The Old