In truth, Taran Zhu did not particularly like Demon Hunters or Warlocks. The power they radiated was far too dangerous, quite comparable to that of demons.
But Illidan and the many Warlock troops had all come to destroy the Old Gods, so Taran Zhu could hardly turn them away.
"What should we do?" Illidan hovered in midair. The Gate of the August Celestials had already been sealed off. Tentacles now sprouted from the gate that symbolized the power of the four celestials, and Faceless Ones and Lesser Sha prowled inside. Illidan could not help frowning. Mantid and Faceless Ones stretched beyond the horizon, already filling the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. This posed no small challenge for the Coalition Forces.
Taran Zhu still spoke earnestly. "Mantid kept flying over earlier, but we joined forces to drive them back. The situation inside the Vale of Eternal Blossoms is far from promising."
"Are there any energy signatures from Patrick? Or have you detected any clear Arcane activity within the Vale of Eternal Blossoms?" Kael'thas rode his Phoenix, his golden eyes fixed on the interior of the vale, his expression grave.
Since the Sunwell had been rebuilt, its effects combined with those of the Sunlight Prism had completely changed the energy it supplied to Quel'Thalas. As the Spellcasters accumulated Arcane energy, the eyes of the High Elves gradually turned the color of sunlight. The more accomplished the Spellcaster, the closer their eye color came to that of the Sunwell. Kael'thas, for instance, no longer had green eyes, but golden ones.
"No. The entire Vale of Eternal Blossoms is filled with Sha energy." Taran Zhu looked grim. After Patrick had been captured earlier, he had teleported Taran Zhu back to camp. Then the Mantid had crossed the mountains. Taran Zhu could almost say with certainty