Ten days later, the road from the Ruins Battlefield into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj had been completely cleared. After several sorties, the Alliance Forces had finally sealed the Aqir inside the temple with the Anubisath's assistance. A great battle could erupt at any moment.
When Velinde, Das, and Demitier, who had been stationed in Theramore, arrived in Silithus with the remaining Argent Dawn Paladins, the Ruins Battlefield was already teeming with people. A conservative estimate put the number gathered there, including regular soldiers, at no fewer than thirty thousand.
The first soldiers rotated out of the front brought news of victory, and rejoicing swept through Theramore. Princess Caliea's brow, however, remained furrowed. She was among those who knew the true situation. Fortunately, the mundane war had ended. Whatever the outcome on the battlefield against the Old God, Theramore could at least enjoy a period of stability.
The same held true for the other nations. Much like Princess Caliea, after their veterans returned, they secretly dispatched enough powerful individuals to the front. Dick also recruited through various channels in the dark world, even drawing on official resources to build portals to Silithus. In short, there were now far fewer ordinary soldiers on the Ruins Battlefield, their places taken by genuine combat professionals.
The Temple of Ahn'Qiraj was not somewhere just anyone could enter.
Although C'Thun's power had been weakened to its absolute limit by his efforts to escape, it was still more than enough to deal with ordinary people. Even in the temple's outer reaches, only those of elite rank or higher could resist the Old God's whispers. Deeper inside lay the place where the true experts would fight desperate battles and make their fortunes.
Given the Qiraji Empire's peculiar circumstances, even the conservative Druids had simply relaxed their restrictions this