Paying no heed to Kel'Thuzad, who had proved so easily defeated, the group entered the upper reaches of Icecrown Citadel. After the battle at Light's Hope Chapel, Tirion Fordring had received the blessing of an enormous number of souls, becoming like an avatar of the Holy Light.
Kel'Thuzad's strength was now far below what it had once been, while Tirion Fordring was at his peak. With one diminished and the other strengthened, Kel'Thuzad had failed in his task of guarding the gate.
"Let's go." Patrick calmly walked into the upper reaches of Icecrown Citadel.
Tirion Fordring crushed a bone beside his foot under his boot and led the others inside after him. The Holy Light surged violently from the Ashbringer in his hand. Everyone knew how fiercely his heart was churning. In this battle, he would face the former prince of Lordaeron.
Patrick could be said to have visited Icecrown Citadel countless times. Its appearance remained unchanged: blue-gray floors, bluestone sculptures, and dragon skeletons and wall panels forged from Saronite.
Almost every Scourge structure was built around Saronite. Walking through Icecrown Citadel, Patrick could even feel the metal stirring and breathing, beating with the pulse of death's black blood.
Saronite-its very name made its connection to the Old God Yogg-Saron clear. The miners enslaved by the vrykul in Ymirheim had been unable to withstand the Old God's corruption and had ultimately lost their minds. Craftsmen in Howling Fjord, Icecrown Glacier, and elsewhere who had come into contact with Saronite had also gone insane. Saronite was the cause of it all.
This metal had formed from Yogg-Saron's cursed black blood. In Kaskala, the tuskarr capital, Saronite was called the black blood of Yogg-Saron.
As a top-tier spellcaster who had ranged across Draenor and Azeroth, how could Ner'zhul not have known that