"You actually did it," Kael'thas marveled. He had never thought of attacking an enemy from within.
"After the dark Medivh purged the Council of Tirisfal, I began to worry about this. Dalaran had fallen under the control of a new political faction, and that faction was not following the same path as us." A regretful expression crossed Patrick's face. "Unfortunately, my fears came true."
Kael'thas fell silent. After so many years of development, the Council of Tirisfal had long since slipped beyond the High Elves' control. Even Kael'thas had only hovered around its inner circle back then, unable to reach the decision-making ranks.
After the Kirin Tor took power, they nominally reserved a seat for the High Elves forever, but in reality, it was merely a symbolic position.
High Elves kept teleporting aboard the Aircraft Carrier. Besides them, some humans and Dwarves also came after hearing the news. After all, no one wanted to die, did they? The High Elf, Highborne, Naga, and other guards responsible for security singled out the arriving High Elves to keep watch over them separately, while everyone else was gathered in one place.
"Prince Kael'thas, Lord Patrick, Tandred requests an audience." Rommath looked displeased. "Jaina is with him."
It seemed Theramore would not sit back and watch Dalaran's destruction. Patrick had stationed Tandred's fleet on the perimeter precisely to see whether Theramore would attack its own people when it came to the rescue. If fierce fighting broke out between Tandred and Jaina, Patrick believed their bond as blood relatives would probably be finished. Even if Patrick subsequently bombed Theramore flat, Tandred probably would not say anything.
"Let them come." If Tandred had come with Jaina, Patrick would have to observe their words and actions carefully.
"Lord Kabolon." Tandred treated Patrick with great respect, while Jaina