The Kaldorei of ten thousand years ago had now split into three races: Night Elves, High Elves, and Naga. The three had become completely different in physique, appearance, habits, and a whole range of other respects. This gap was nothing like the difference between the Night Elves of Darnassus and those of Eldre'Thalas. They could be called three entirely different races, each with its own political system.
In Patrick's eyes, the present Azshara was merely the Queen of the Naga, not the former Queen of the Kaldorei. Besides, even in terms of strength, did Patrick have any reason to fear her?
"What an interesting little fellow." Azshara did not mind. She smiled calmly. "In the New World you are about to travel to, I need a territory, a territory where the Naga can live. In exchange, all Naga will fight for you, rather than merely offering Vashj's assistance."
Patrick raised an eyebrow. Azshara's condition was not particularly demanding. This Elf Queen, who had lived since ancient times, had come in person only to offer a deal that was practically a gift. That surprised Patrick somewhat.
This amounted to having all the Naga formally join the Arcane Pact. Patrick already allowed individual Naga to establish their own Tidal Temples along the shore. Moreover, every location with a port had a Naga settlement, providing security for the Pact while bringing the Naga closer to the other races and dispelling the stereotypes the Pact's other factions held about them.
Besides, the Naga's usefulness went without saying. They were virtually invincible in naval warfare, and their race also had Spellcasters versed in all kinds of ocean magic. Especially in clashes fought with cold steel, the Naga were kings of the water.
Once any race became an enemy of the Arcane Pact, the Naga could