Back in Quelrins City, the battle had taken a considerable toll. Patrick had depleted seventy to eighty percent of his own mana, and continuing preparations for the resurrection ritual was already impossible.
Moreover, Deathwing had taken action in person, and the Twilight Father had not been defeated and killed either. This affair might prove serious.
In truth, Patrick's outlook on life was somewhat simple-extremely simple, in fact: good wine for friends who came calling, and cumin for beasts.
The only pity was that Deathwing could not be eaten.
"We're calling off this resurrection ritual." Although he knew many Avengers were still waiting, Patrick told everyone in a tone that brooked no argument.
"Did Deathwing suddenly appear to stop us?" Sylvanas asked bitterly.
"How could that be? Disasters have been striking Azeroth constantly lately. His goal is to destroy the world." Patrick's face was filled with a cold sneer. "I'm afraid his sudden appearance this time was meant to declare war on the entire world."
Everyone sucked in a breath. Declaring war on the entire world outright-this legendary Aspect of the Black certainly lived up to his reputation.
"All resurrection rituals will be canceled for the time being, until we've dealt with Deathwing. Then we'll start again. Sir Tirion, I hope you can notify the others on my behalf."
Darion was still a death knight. Although his face showed little expression at the interruption of the resurrection ritual, inwardly he was already seething. As the Highlord of the Ebon Blade, he could only be resurrected after all the Ebon Blade knights had been resurrected. With Deathwing suddenly charging into the fray, his own resurrection was probably just around the corner.
"The Knights of the Ebon Blade will not stand idly by in the face of a mortal enemy who threatens Azeroth's