"Are you really going to face Deathwing alone?" Back on the Corona-class carrier, Kael'thas asked again.

"It's all trifles." Patrick nodded, "And I do need to reassess the strength of the dragon clan, especially the red dragon." ”

"You want to attack the Red Dragon?" Illidan looked up suddenly.

"Nope." Patrick's gaze looked into the distance: "It's just a simple assessment to prevent the red dragon from turning against us in the future." ”

Patrick can spend more than ten years in Dalaran to arrange internal response, let Zeendaritzer turn against Dalaran, and finally destroy the entire Kenrito in one fell swoop. He was even able to unite several forces and make the entire continent act for his scheme, leading to the failure of Kil'Gardan's invasion and the defeat of the Sunwell.

In Patrick's style, to say that Patrick has no idea about the Red Dragon, not to mention that Kael'thas doesn't believe it, even Aurelia doesn't believe it.

"Actually, I really don't have any problem with the Red Dragon, if they don't get too close to Dalaran, I don't bother to care about them."

"It's precisely because they're so close to Dalaran, and Crassus himself was once one of the members of Kenrito, so it's normal for them to be hostile to me."

"And what are you going to do with Deathwing?" Illidan asked with interest. In fact, Illidan has always been curious about where Patrick's strength bottom line is.

"I don't know." Patrick shook his head: "I don't know what Deathwing's abilities are, and I don't know what hole cards he has, so I can only see the actual situation." ”

Kael'thas also knew that this was not a good thing, and instead ordered Celewall: "Inform Verlin-Hengri and let all the fleets prepare to attack." ”

Regarding the pit buried by Crassus, Patrick said: As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more ways to die than to live.

"Also, send a message to Sylvanas." Patrick called out to Celewall: "Tilt the Scourge attack to the southeast. ”

At this time, Kael'thas was suddenly relieved, and was pitted by Crassus, so naturally he had to find a way back, and the red dragon had a good relationship with the alliance humans? That's fine.

If, at the time of the siege, the Scourge Legion's forces are biased towards the Alliance, then the Twilight Cultists' forces will be placed in the center of gravity, and it will naturally be on the Alliance side.

The top brass of the Scourge Legion were basically either killed by the coalition forces or taken away by Patrick, but those skeletons were cannon fodder that could be given up at any time, Sylvanas didn't care, and Patrick didn't care. But the alliance side is different, they will be with the old skeletons and rotten zombies of the Scourge Legion, and they will welcome the baptism of the Twilight cultists, and those warriors are all alive.

As soon as Patrick's words came out, everyone present had a look of sudden realization, and it turned out that Patrick still had a back-up arrangement.

The alliance landed in New Hearth Valley, although it is nominally the territory of the Lordaeron Kingdom, but Alonsos, Tyran and other warriors of Lordaeron are all on aircraft carriers, and it is not impossible for New Hearthvale to be lent to the Alliance temporarily.

The tribal side landed in the Borean Tundra, and then directly passed through the glacier and entered the Drifting Snow Woodland, overlooking the entire Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Blue Holy Land.

"It's almost time." Kael'thas sighed, "Prepare to grab the beach." ”

The west of the Dragon's Sleep Temple is close to the coast, and if you want to land on the beach in the west, then the warriors of the entire Arcane Convention will face a fierce battle, possibly facing the main forces of the Colorful Dragons and Twilight Dragons, and may even be directly attacked by Deathwing.

"Nope." Patrick spoke out against Kael'thas decision: "We're not going to land on the beach, we're going to wait for the Deathwing troops to give us the beach." Also, Astalo, let Onexia come and see me on the Corona. ”

The second command, Kael'thas was able to understand, but not to land on the beach and let the Twilight Cultists get out of the beach, none of the elves present could understand Patrick's thoughts.

"No one will storm the Temple of Dragon's Sleep until they have enough advantages, and believe me, neither the Alliance nor the Horde will be stupid enough to face the first round of counterattack by Deathwing and his men alone."

"Compared to the assault, I believe they will all be covered with long-range artillery fire, and after Deathwing attacks the other factions, or after gaining a strategic advantage, they will use a large force to storm the Temple of Dragon's Sleep."

"So, instead of rushing to the beach, we will use long-range artillery to suppress me, a wide range of magic attacks, and launch arcane bombs to blow up that coastline."

"That's exactly what I want." The Enchantress of the Deep emerged from the bottom of the water and rode on a giant dragon tortoise: "Those incompetent wastes, the proximity to the sea is the cause of their deaths. ”

Patrick looked at Vaschi with interest, "Ma'am, do you have any good ideas?" ”

"I'm going to unleash a tsunami on the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and bury them all at the bottom of the sea." Vasqi spat out the snake letter, and all the snake methods on his head looked at Patrick with wide eyes.

Patrick said casually, "Whatever you want, but Naga is not allowed to land." ”

"Can I think you're questioning our strength?" Vasqui's face was not good, and even the high-ranking Overseers and Hydromancers on the side were not worried.

"No, I just need you to hide underwater, this is the last guarantee of the Arcane Convention, if the registered troops are attacked fiercely, the soldiers who fall into the water will all rely on the Naga to rescue, let them get into the submarine, and return to the aircraft carrier."

"What if an enemy falls into the water? Are we going to keep them as prisoners of war and put them in the care of the mothership? The trident in Caliserys' hand slammed into the sea, making a splash.

"There were no prisoners. Enemies, especially those who want to destroy the world, are at your disposal. Patrick remained indifferent.

Twilight's hammer are all followers of the ancient gods, what's the use of saving them, and continue to let them out to destroy the world for a while?

A hairy prisoner of war.

Hearing this, Naga's faces became a little better, and they slowly dived to the bottom of the sea as Vaski.

It didn't take long for Patrick to notice that there were violent fluctuations in sea elemental energy at the bottom of the sea, and after a mental investigation, Vasqi and many water warlocks stood in a huge purple magic array.

The sea was already rough on the sea, and in front of all the aircraft carrier battle groups, it was as if they were in two worlds with the mother ship, and the sea area where the convention fleet was located was calm, and the waves were churning under the noses of all the convention soldiers, and finally after merging with each other, they turned into huge waves thirty or forty meters high and rushed to the shore.

"This ...... What is it? ”

"Running ......"

"Run......

The cries and cries for help of the Twilight cultists came and went, and they frantically fled towards the Temple of Dragon's Sleep.

But how could they have a tsunami rushing fast.

In just an instant, countless Twilight cultists were swept away by the tsunami.

The tide receded, and the surviving Twilight cultists let out a gleeful scream despite the biting cold.

Soon, however, they let out a cry of panic again, for they saw a great wave rushing towards them.

The morale of the Twilight cultists collapsed in an instant, and they were submerged in the sea.