All the armies mobilized. Orgrim's Hammer, the Skybreaker, Dragonhawk Riders, Gryphon Riders, Blue Dragons, and Red Dragons circled Icecrown Citadel. The connecting bridges around it, which led in every direction, were also blockaded by the armies of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Covenant. At a single command, everyone would storm Icecrown Citadel from all sides.
The battle of Icecrown Citadel in his memories had been nowhere near this grand in scale. Only the Forsaken and the Ashen Judgement Army had taken part in that battle; the Alliance and the Horde had not paid as much attention to it as they did now.
The emergence of the Arcane Pact had given both the Alliance and the Horde a sense of crisis. Azeroth had once been a world of black and white. Even the nominally neutral organizations had political leanings. The Alliance and the Horde had increased their assistance to other powers, but fundamentally, this had been an effort to gain more support from those powers that wanted to remain neutral.
But now, the world order was no longer limited to the Alliance and the Horde. For powers that did not want to join opposing camps, the Arcane Pact was a good choice.
Even Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and the others clinging to their last breath had seen hope for the future in the Arcane Pact-a chance to recuperate and preserve their nations.
As they looked at the combined armies ready to march, Patrick, Alonsus, Illidan, and Kael'thas stood silently beside Tirion Fordring. Lordaeron had initiated this war. For the future of Azeroth, for everyone across Azeroth, a speech was needed before battle began.
Tirion Fordring looked at Archbishop Alonsus Faol. "Teacher, for a war of such significance, you should make the address yourself."
Tirion felt nothing but respect for Alonsus Faol. Even