While Garrod begins his search for Malfurion, events in Ashenvale are in full swing. Tyrande worked a miracle under Elune's guidance, and the moon-influenced currents allowed the fleet to reach Ashenvale faster than expected. Santis immediately sent heralds to inform the outposts of their arrival and to find out where the incident had occurred. During this period, this new force did not waste any time and immediately set out for the battle. During the march, Tyrande explained to the priestesses around him the role they would play in the army and the risks they would face.

The next day, however, Hadrisha and her sentries were overjoyed and relieved to see reinforcements arrive. They quickly joined up with the defenders already deployed by the river, while Hadrisha took Daini and the rest of his officers and rode leopards to greet the arrival of the high-ranking priestess and sentinel generals.

The appearance of the Tyrande style attracts attention. Instead of the soft, shiny temple robes, she wore a suit of warrior armor of the Moon Goddess, covering her neck to her feet. The fitted armor was crafted from layers of metal blades that didn't hinder her movement in the slightest. She wore a moonlight cloak as thin as a veil over her shoulders, fluttering with the breeze. The High Priestess also wore a winged helmet that covered the upper part of her head and face.

"Hats off to you, Commander Hadrisha," Tyrande said straight to the point. "Thank you to the Lady of the Moon, I'm glad you're still here. ”

"Since the fall of the Silverwing Outpost, the Horde has shown no signs of action. ”

This answer made their expressions even more gloomy. Tyrande and Santis had just arrived when they learned of the destruction of the outpost, but it was still difficult to accept. The Silverwing Outpost has long been hailed as a role model for the Night Elves. It shows their determination in the face of terrible adversity.

"Damn orcs will pay. Santis commented with interest. "It doesn't matter what tricks they've played. All to no avail now. ”

"We'll need to take revenge on the valiant defenders of the Silver Wing Outpost and the rest of Ashenvale for the time being, knowing that the Horde is now commanded by Garrosh Hellroar and not Thrall. Tyrande said. "This tribe is very different in every way, Santis. We have to think more and be careful. ”

"Oh, we will. Let's think more about how we destroy the orcs, and be careful not to spill blood in our eyes when we slash them. ”

The high-ranking priestess raised her eyebrows when she heard this. Hadrisha didn't say anything, but Dani and most of the sentries present nodded in agreement with the general's words.

"We need to know everything you've discovered. Tyrande told the commander, "and where do you think the most likely weakness is on the front." ”

Hadrisha immediately told her everything she knew. When the commander hesitated, Dani boldly offered her own suggestion, believing that an attack now would force the tribe back and even reach the Silver Wing outpost. Hadrisha didn't interrupt her lieutenant, and she wondered if Daini could see better than she could at the moment. The young sentinel didn't pause as uncertainly as Hadrisha did, and she herself thought that Dani's suggestion sounded reasonable.

Santis and the High Priestess listened carefully to all the words, but did not say anything before the two of them had finished speaking. Finally, Tyrande looked at her general. "What do you think?"

"It sounds like the line of defense has been consolidated. It may be wise to strike forward; We can't stay on the defensive forever in front of the Horde. As we spread out along the line established by Commander Hadrisha, we were to immediately send out scouts to reconnoitre. If for some reason we are forced to retreat. The river is a good line of defense. We will leave a squad of archers in order to provide covering fire in this case. ”

"Goblin smoke. Hadrisha reminded her.

"No smoke can block our view right now, natural or man-made. The High Priestess assured. "Elune will solve this problem. ”

Hadrisha let out a visibly sigh of relief, and suddenly felt completely exhausted.

Tyrande looked at her sympathetically, especially at the blindfold for a moment. "You've served me for thousands of years, Hadrisha...... There is also a lot of sacrifice for this. Now I want you to go and rest in peace. ”

"I know everything the Commander has planned," said Dani before Hadrisha could refuse the gracious offer. "Once she knew everything was in order, she could rest in peace. ”

"Everything was arranged. The High Priestess and the Commander made eye contact. In her eyes, Hadrisha saw nothing but respect and sympathy. Tyrande really believed that Hadrisha needed sleep, and what was she, and how could she defy all the Night Elf rulers?

"As you wish. ”

Tyrande corrected her words. "As you need, Hadrisha. We need your experience very badly. You know Ash Valley better than most. ”

"Thank you, High Priestess. If the same words had come out of someone else's mouth, the seasoned veteran might have thought it was just a consolation to her. But the commander knew that Tyrande meant it. This made her feel better, so she said goodbye to the group and turned to walk towards where she had camped.

When she went to bed, Hadrisha placed her moonblade beside her. It was a relief to have a high-ranking priestess and sentinel general to preside over the situation, but it was true that Hadrisha had been stationed in Ashenvale much longer than almost everyone present. She felt more at home in the forest than she had been back in Darnassus. She coexists in harmony with the Gray Valley, and when it is in trouble, she feels the same way.

And when she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but feel that despite the presence of the High Priestess, Hadrisha's beloved Grey Valley would suffer more terrible disasters......

Tyrande almost immediately remembered the time when Hadrisha was there, but she remained silent. With the exception of Santis, the other officers were much younger than her. Some people only know that the War of the Ancients is a legendary story that their fathers experienced. They know the obvious repercussions of this war. It's also understandable why most people hate the upper elves. But they didn't know how strong the high priestess's sense of déjà vu was. Now she needs to defend a world turned upside down by evil. And that evil creature sees itself as the ultimate judge of the world. It was Queen Aishara back then. And now it's Deathwing, the Destroyer. And because of these two men, the Night Elves have encountered a formidable obstacle to their survival.

But even though she was now facing a tribe rather than a demon, Tyrande was not relieved. The blood is still there, and the death is still there.

I was starting to get older, she thought to herself, and then quickly dismissed the thought, turning to deep reflection on her heart, soothing herself with Elune's blessings. Although Tyrande didn't pay attention. The soft white halo that had often shone on her when she sought guidance from the Lady of the Moon reappeared. She didn't realize this until several sentries got down on one knee.

"Please get up. "Tyrande didn't want to be seen as an apostle to Elune, causing a new upheaval. Usually she tries not to let others bow down, but now occasions like this have discouraged her. Neither she nor the Moon Goddess liked flattery...... Although it is undeniable that even she herself willingly worships Elune. Tyrande simply didn't think he deserved the same adoration; She is nothing more than a waiter of the Lady of the Moon.

Santis, assisted by the young and ambitious Dinney, went to reorganize the army, accompanied by several other officers, both from Ashenvale and from Darnassus. Now the Sentinel's line of defense has been consolidated.

For the large army assembled to defend Ashenvale, a mixed force brought in by a battleship was a welcome aid. This was the unexpected surprise that Tyrande had before he left. At Theramore's suggestion, all of the representatives of the Guard were given the opportunity to volunteer. There were so many fighters in the expeditionary force that the whole ship was stuffed to the brim. Except for the people of Gianna Plaudermore. All three dwarven clans - including the Hammer Dwarves and their flock of griffons - the Gnomes, the Draenei. There are other kingdoms where humans are ready to fight alongside the Night Elves.

Her gaze crossed the river and the edge of the forest on the other side. The fog condensed in the distance. Almost as soon as her army arrived, the fog began to spread, as if the tribe was waiting for her arrival.

Elune, please guide us, she prayed. The High Priestess looked around at the warriors on the front line. Their faces were solemn and cautious, expressions that Tyrande knew all too well, and she remembered the countless wars she had experienced.

A warning horn sounded.

Tyrande searched for the source of the sound, only to see Santis riding a leopard running towards her. The High Priestess's own mount, Ashala, also rushed over.

"Get on the mount!" Santis stopped and shouted to her. "Hurry up and get on the mount!"

"What's going on?"

Santis pointed to the east. The goblin fog rushed like a silent but raging stream of rage. The huge trees disappeared under the cover of the thick fog. In the short time that Tyrande was watching, the fog had almost reached the river.

As she jumped onto her Nightblade Leopard, another horn sounded in the southeast. The mist came from there, too, but neither of them was surprised.

There was a shouting from ahead, which meant that the fog had spread there as well. Tyrande was amazed at the machines the goblins had to assemble in order to create this fog. As the wind changed slightly, she could smell the same foul smell that the Ashdale defenders had reported. The fog was closer to a large cloud of smoke, as if there was a fire somewhere in the forest.

"You'd better go back a little further," Santis admonished.

"I'm not here to hide behind the crowd. I'm here because I'm needed, Santis...... Especially at times like this. ”

Tyrande raised his hands to the sky. Even though there was no moon in the sky now, the silver pillars of light shone brightly on her.

Tyrande was engrossed in her prayers. She demanded a lot from Elune, but believed that the goddess would anticipate her plans and gladly compliment.

Santis gasped, then came to her senses. The other sentinels also looked at Tyrande, but the general waved angrily for them to continue looking ahead.

A ray of moonlight shone on Tyrande's body. The High Priestess radiated a brighter light than the sun. The growing light spread first behind her, then to the left and right.

Elune's light overshadowed the Alliance's positions, confronting the ever-spreading goblin smoke from all directions. The foul-smelling smoke spread to the river. Crossed the middle line again. But next. Moonlight meets with it.

Tyrande stared straight ahead. When Elune's power approached the smoke. She sensed that the other priestesses who had participated in the expedition had finally joined in. With the help of their prayers, Tyrande's plan progressed greatly.

Just as she did when she fought against the Nightmare King's evil forces, the High Priestess used the light of the Moon Madonna to incinerate the goblins' creations. Compared to the miasma of the nightmare and its terrifying shadows, the smoke of the horde is only a weak enemy. The moonlight easily swallowed it, and in an instant the air above the river was purified.

The defenders cheered. The cheers grew louder as the distant forest reappeared under Elune's divine power. The goblin smoke dissipated as if nothing had been there.

But that doesn't mean its creators will sit still. In front of the light curtain, the smoke suddenly thickened. However, even then it could not compete with the soft light of the Lady of the Moon. The light curtain continues to advance. There was not a vestiges of the fog in sight.

Even though she couldn't see what was happening so far away, Tyrande felt the goblin smoke suddenly stop. If it was useless, why bother?, she should have felt confident in this obvious first victory, but the High Priestess could not dispel the thought that something was wrong.

Santis let out an incomprehensible scream beside her. Then the world around Tyrande cracked. There was a roaring bang in the middle of the outburst, and her first thought was, Deathwing!

Deathwing has come to fight for the Horde!

Even though she fell to the ground, she knew in her heart that it was a stupid idea. The dragon didn't bother to take part in such a small scene. Deathwing hates all "inferior" life, and prefers to destroy the entire region, wiping out both warring sides and everything around them.

Her focused prayer was interrupted. The light curtain also dissipated. She felt pain in her left hand and foot. As Tyrande tried to see what was happening, she saw only more smoke for a moment.

No...... Not smoke. Dust. The air was filled with dust. There were even large chunks of earth and rocks that fell on her and everyone nearby. Tyrande found at least three sentries lying down beside him, either dead or unconscious.

A huge, damp nose sniffed at her. Tyrande's Nightblade Leopard licked her legs, and it was only then that the High Priestess realized for the first time that a sharp stone shard had pierced her thigh. With some wincing, she grabbed the stone shard and pulled it out, then quickly recited a prayer to the wound. The wound healed, and only a trail of blood remained.

Tyrande stroked his arm, but found only a small amount of blood. So instead of worrying about herself, she began to look for Shantis.

Tyrande's first sight made her shiver in agony. Santis' Nightblade Leopard collapsed to the ground, its head shattered by a massive rock.

"Santis!" Tyrande desperately walked past his mount and crawled to the other side of the big dead cat.

"Santis!"

There are two people in her life who are more important than everything. Malfurion and the orphan who later became her daughter. Tyrande never let Santis know how worried she was about the young Night Elf's role as head of the military. Many of the high priestess's private prayers were for Shantis' safety.

And now...... There was no sign of Santis on the other side. Tyrande looked further afield, fearing that her daughter had been left far behind. She saw another corpse—it was a sentry, undoubtedly dead from the point of view she was lying on the ground—but it wasn't Shantis. Despite her shame, the High Priestess thanked Elune for this moment of relief.

Then a ** came from the dead Nightblade Leopard, causing her to turn around. Tyrande rushed closer to the Nightblade Leopard's tail, having paid no attention to the place before. She saw that a large part of the big cat's body was buried under the blasted rubble.

Santis's arm was pressed under one of the cat's hind legs, and it looked little different from the surrounding ground due to the dust. As Tyrande approached, her hand flickered, and the High Priestess thanked Elune once again for the gift she had received.

She didn't wait for her to kneel down to take a closer look. Several other sentries had already rushed to help. They clearly saw what was happening. But just had time to get to the two of them. They carefully and quickly lifted the dead Nightblade Leopard away from the general.

Tyrande placed a hand on Santis' back. Then begin to recite the prayer. She didn't know what kind of injury had been done to Santis, and she didn't care. All she wanted was Elune to heal her daughter's pain.

Santis snorted again, but this time with more anger. When Tyrande finished praying, her body shone with Elune's light. It wasn't until the High Priestess removed her hand that the light faded. To Tyrande's relief, Santis's breathing became powerful and regular.

The High Priestess stepped back, as if the whole world had suddenly descended into a chaotic rage. Shouts rang out in all directions, arrows flying with the familiar screech to spread death. She wished the voice behind it was coming from the sentinels and not from the tribe's crossbows. But I know it's more likely to be a mix of the two. Sentinels ran past her, some of them on mounts, all with nervous expressions on their faces.

A roar resounded like thunder throughout the place, and she couldn't help but think of Deathwing. It took a moment for Tyrande to realize that it was not a roar, but the resonance of many shouts.

She looked towards the river...... The forest on the other side was infested with orcs, minotaurs with giant totem poles, trolls - including more than one witch doctor - and many more enemy soldiers. The tribe swept towards them like a floodgate that opened the floodgates.

"They...... Their goal is you," Shantis gasped as two sentinels helped her up. "They know you're here. So use that damn fog to force you to act. ”

Tyrande looked around. The boulders that fell among them were almost all aimed at the same place, where she was. The High Priestess guessed that her survival was half luck and half the protection of the Patron Saint.

As a matter of fact. She should be more thankful for another person. "You pounced and saved me. ”

"With all due respect, you are more important to our people than I am," Santis replied, standing up straight. "As for my mount falling to the ground next time, I didn't expect that!"

The trumpet sounded again. Another rain of arrows shot from the Alliance's positions to the opposite bank. The tribal army held up shields and connected them into a wall. Most of the arrows were embedded in the shield or bounced off them, but a few still hit their original targets. Some of the warriors fell to the ground with arrows, while others were forced back by stray arrows.

"They didn't try to wade across the river," Tyrande said.

"The riverbed is deep and the current is fast, but it's not a big problem for them. They are testing us; I know so!"

Dani rode over. "General, they did the same when they attacked our main outpost!

"It's possible! It's useless. We have only a small fraction of the archers we use. They think they know what we're doing, but the extra archers will surprise them greatly!"

The Alliance archers continued to shoot - and the orcs occasionally returned fire - and more sentries mounted on the leopards were ready throughout the line. Tyrande and Santis arrived in Ashenvale with a battle plan in mind, and no matter what attack the tribe intended, they would not rush to respond.

Four teams of huntress with spears in their hands waited for the signal to attack. Beside them stood twice as many infantry, armed with moonblades and swords. The dwarves of the Black Iron and Copperbeard clans fought alongside them, while the Hammer Dwarves waited in the rear for the order to lift their griffons into the air. Humans, draenei, and gnomes, the latter of whom are equipped with some particularly dangerous engineering equipment, mingle with the dwarves of the first two clans. A number of mages also took part in the battle, mostly from Theramore, concentrating on preparing to confront their dark adversaries.

Tyrande's priestesses split into two teams. One team was busy treating the wounded, while the other was watching Tyrande expectantly. They were going to assist her in her attack.

The defenders from Ashenvale form a new core. Dani volunteered to take over from Hadrisha in command of them, and Santis agreed. The general gave the young sentry some final instructions and then asked her to go and command his own soldiers.

Santis turned to Tyrande Road. "Are you ready, can you continue?"

The High Priestess was still fresh in her mind about the destruction around her—especially those who had perished by her presence—and Tyrande replied dryly, "Ready." ”

Santis smiled wickedly. Pick up a new mount from the other sentries. And then left. Tyrande drove his big cat back behind. Although she longs to fight alongside Santis. But now she has to stay in a safer place. Only after completing the mission can she join the battle at risk.

This apparent impasse continues. Tyrande made sure the priestesses around him were all ready, and then waited for the right moment.

From Santis's command office came the sound of a trumpet.

The allied archers stopped shooting.

The orcs who formed the first line roared and rushed to the river, the minotaurs and trolls following them. The Necromancers and Troll Witch Doctors of the Forsaken begin to cast spells in the rear, and Tyrande wants his own casters to fight back with minimal loss. Arrows flew into the front lines of the Alliance, forcing spear-armed huntress to bend behind shields and fences.

With the other priestesses in hand, Tyrande began to pray to Elune.

The moonlight shone on her and her followers, and then. The curtain of light crossed the line of defenders and stretched to the other side of the river. However, despite the previous glow simply shining through everything to dispel the goblin smoke, the moonlight was now focused like a ray, as if it had been transmitted by diamonds.

And even moonshine can blind people.

The front army of the Horde was stopped halfway. The burly warriors faltered. Whether it's orcs, minotaurs, or other powerful warriors, there's nothing they can do. The dazzling light caught them off guard. Several orcs collided with each other, and to make matters worse, they had waded into the river.

Now, Shantis! Tyrande shouted silently. Now is the time!

She was cheered by another trumpet, along with the shouts of the sentries as they charged and the deadly screams of the archers as they covered their fire. The spearmen rushed into the river. Neither the current of water nor the enemies in front of them could stop the Nightblade Leopard beneath them. Santis had learned from the Ashdale defenders about the distribution of the shallows in the river, which made the cavalry charge even more powerful.

There was also a horn whimper from the opposite side. The warriors of the tribe were still blind, though. But he still staggered back as far as he could.

They will be slaughtered, Tyrande thought with some guilt. She knew she was doing something impeccable, but she still hoped that the enemy would continue to flee or surrender wisely.

The first wave of spearmen reached the opposite bank, just a few yards away from the crumbling orcs and their allies. Sentinel archers shot with precision and took out several barbarian warriors who were reluctant to retreat with the crowd. The orcs had always been the main force of the Garrosh Expeditionary Force, and now they lay on the ground, their fanged and terrible faces tinged with deathly anger. Some orcs had more than half a dozen arrows stuck in their thick flesh, and more embedded in their armor and shields. They had done everything they could to protect themselves, but with such a dense rain of arrows, even the best armor would not help.

Yet some orcs survived the deadly rain - despite the arrows stuck deep in their legs, feet, arms, and bodies - and tried to drag their more seriously injured comrades to safety. The two orcs took the flag from their dead comrades and defiantly waved the flag of the tribe at the oncoming sentinels.

Despite the bravery of the surviving orcs, it seems that the Night Elves will soon be able to avenge the destruction of the Silverwing Outpost. More significant, however, is that there seems to be hope for the liberation of the Grey Valley...... If only Garrosh's ambitions could be extinguished.

The enemy's horn sounded again...... But this time it sounded even more terrifying and provocative. Tyrande could only guess that Garrosh wanted to resist the Alliance's counterattack in a safer place. The only problem was that Moonlight was always following the Horde's army, even when the spearmen were in range, they couldn't see them. Warlocks and other casters couldn't even provide effective cover, as they themselves couldn't face the moonlight. This, in turn, gave the Alliance's spellcasters an added advantage, as they were eager to put an end to the magical threat from the Horde. Terrible spell blasts fell on the warlocks who were close to the front line.

The Horde's horn sounded again, but it didn't sound like it was about to retreat. On the contrary, there is an encouragement of offense in its tone. Victory was promised.

But the remnants of the orcs and other warriors at the front did not turn to face their enemy again. Instead, they did a strange thing. They stepped aside. Scattered and fled into the woods. She didn't understand why the enemy thought she would be able to escape the Nightblade Panther. Night elves are better suited to living in the woods than orcs, minotaurs and even trolls. Their war leopards are equally nimble and swift in such environments, and the riders know how to use spears in the woods.

Santis must have been a little suspicious, as the trumpets sounded from the Alliance's position, signaling a regrouping rather than going deep into the jungle to continue the pursuit. Seeing so many enemies fleeing the battlefield, the High Priestess finally decided to stop her prayers.

As the moonlight faded, she drove her mount forward. If her people, her Santis, were in danger, Tyrande had to be by their side.

The first group of infantry had already followed the spear cavalry to the opposite bank. Some threw moonblades at their fleeing targets. But most of the soldiers have begun to regroup. Tyrande looked at them with a sigh of relief. Garrosh would find this advancing front strong enough to hold back his army.

A terrible roar resounded across the battlefield.

A boulder fell from the sky and landed heavily in a group of spearmen who were about to join their compatriots. The helpless riders simply don't realize that their end is coming. The boulders overwhelmed some of the warriors, others died under the splatters of rubble.

More boulders swept through the air. The defenders of Ashenvale had warned of a catapult attack, but Tyrande had never seen anything like it. Something is wrong. She remembered that she had survived, and that the attack was not as simple as it seemed.

The first rock caused the most casualties. The Alliance forces are now alert and are better able to avoid the area where the boulders have fallen.

In the forest ahead, the trees in the distance began to shake. Another thunderous roar...... More roars followed, all coming from the same direction.

The roar was mixed with another sound, which at first sounded like a series of rhythmic explosions. Tyrande frowned. Not an explosion. It's more like the sound of hooves - but if so, these animals must be huge......

A row of trees was knocked into the air. The whole oak tree was thrown out as if it were nothing. A large body appeared before the stunned defenders, its outline somewhat resembling that of a centaur. But it's much bigger.

"Elune, bless us!" The High Priestess blurted out.

The troll single-handedly grabbed a spearman and his mount and threw it casually behind him. The Night Elves and the Big Cat screamed and fell to their deaths. The troll stomped at the nearby sentry's footmen, and the powerful elephant's hooves trampled one of the soldiers to death.

Indeed, the monster's lower body resembles an elephant—or rather, more like its larger, deadlier cousin in Northrend, the mammoth. However, in the original position of the head and shoulders, the upper body of another monster is connected, which looks somewhat similar to that of a human. The troll was tall and burly, with two curved fangs sticking out of the corners of its mouth. It patrolled the ground in front of it, anxious to find more victims.

And as the behemoth trampled through the scattered defenders, another giant rushed out of the forest. The trees he knocked down slammed towards the warriors, and the monster's four-fingered hand grabbed at the other victims. When the second troll pinched its prey to death, the trees elsewhere burst open, and the same monster rushed towards the victorious people. These legendary trolls pounce on the tiny Night Elves, and the battle turns into a one-sided disaster.

They're using mammoths against us!, the High Priestess was shocked and angry. How dare they unleash the Mammoth in the Ashendale!

Garrosh clearly understood that this was a threat to the Horde as well, but he was willing to take the risk, and so far so far. Bringing these murderous trolls from the wasteland of Northrend to Ashdale was a tough test in itself. Tyrande couldn't imagine how they could be transported here, even at the cost of a certain sacrifice.

Mammoths' hooves thundered, and they could wreak terrible havoc just by running. Tyrande counted eight mammoths—all male—and though there weren't many of them, it was surprising to see them together. Mammoths are so ferocious that the males tend to stay away from each other, otherwise conflict often erupts.

The behemoths trampled and tossed among their victims, and the mighty Coalition army was like ants in front of them. A nightbladed leopard that has lost its rider tries to bite at the mammoth's pillar-heavy legs. So the heroic big cat was grabbed with one hand and torn in two. The mammoth then threw pieces of the corpse into the blood-stained river.

Tyrande knew that Santis was somewhere doing everything she could to save her army. The High Priestess longed to rush forward herself, but she knew she had to try to stop the mammoth first.

She reined in and stopped her mount, calling for Elune's help. The light of the Lady of the Moon fell on her as always. Tyrande prayed for guidance—

However, another boulder flew from above. Too late, Tyrande now realizes that the Mammoths are "catapults", and Garrosh has apparently made them remember a particular target. Elune's brilliance reveals her place. The mammoth, as savage and ferocious as he was, was wise enough to know what he had to do. Garrosh wants to destroy the glittering target. If it was another priestess, at least one less person to help Tyrande.

And if you kill the High Priestess...... They knew it would be a devastating blow to the Night Elves and the Alliance.

The shadow of the boulder appeared in front of her. The High Priestess slammed the reins and steered her mount away from the oncoming impact and the deadly rubble that followed.

However, at this moment, a sharp pain came from near her shoulder blades. Then there's the position of the lower back.

Two sharp arrows struck the High Priestess.

Tyrande knew he had been tricked. Garrosh wanted to kill the Night Elf ruler, and it didn't matter if it was the mammoths or the two brave archers. Therefore, the boulder led her into the trap of the archers.

The monsters from Northrend were slaughtering her people when Tyrande collapsed to the ground. (To be continued......)