"It seems you haven't changed." Kael'thas's voice came from behind him. "Do you miss them?"
As a member of the Royal Family, Kael'thas had been aware of Patrick since the young elf first began to distinguish himself and caught the Royalists' attention.
Later, as Patrick continued to rise, Kael'thas had made a single comment on the intelligence concerning him.
In Kael'thas's eyes, Patrick was an extremely rational leader with a long-term perspective who did not confine himself to his own interests. Such figures were rare among Silvermoon City's leadership, or at least among the Silvermoon Council.
"The battle at the Black Temple was brutal," Patrick said without turning his head. "These were all brave warriors who gave their lives for us."
"Yes, it was more than brutal. Back then, we had no way back. Every day, I feared the coming of the end." Kael'thas strolled up, deliberately standing beside Patrick. "It wasn't just the Black Temple. Outland was like hell itself. Demons had taken complete control of it. I lost count of how many of our people fell there. All I could do was bring their souls home whenever possible and hope they would rest in peace."
In the distance, Salorian Dawnseeker walked up to a stone monument and stood silently before it.
This heroic High Elf also often came here to visit his old friends. He merely gazed silently at the names on the memorial, mourning his old friends from afar.
Patrick had not taken part in the fighting in Outland, but with those memories from his previous life, he knew that it had taken countless bloody battles for Kael'thas to gain a foothold there.
The battle at the Black Temple had undoubtedly been the most brutal, because until Illidan successfully raided the Black Temple, defeated Magtheridon, and put