It was a skirmish that was destined not to fit into any elven narrative poem.

Small scale and short time.

After the war, no one cheered.

The once peaceful and harmonious land of the Ashenvale Forest is now covered with corpses and wreckage from both orcs and night elves, stretching from elven outposts to the depths of the forest.

Occasionally, the wounded who were not dead for a while let out a long cry.

What awaits them may be the rescue of the fawn dryad, or the mending knife of the elven female warrior.

Despite the fact that the Sentinels are all female warriors, the Night Elves, under the command of Santis Hazuki, an iron-blooded commander, have never shown mercy to the invaders of Ashenvale.

Leave no room for life - this is a taboo word in the internal and external propaganda of the League and the Horde leadership, but it is the norm on some battlefields.

Cold-faced Scout Vina was struck by the Orc Warlock's Shadow Arrow during the battle, and a corrosive scar appeared on the right side of her face, and she is now sweeping deep into the forest with the Nightblade Panther in pursuit of the remnants of the enemy.

Scout Suss who lost his sister - was wrenched to pieces by a mid-tier warrior using [Whirlwind Slash] during a previous frontal defense battle, and his bones are gone. The dryad was left with a pile of flesh and blood and buried under the tree where her sister Seuss rested.

More than half of Shogun Hazuki's elite guards were killed or wounded by enemy strikes, and most of them were killed by the magical attacks of the enemy's magical-type transcendents.

……

"General! Admiral Ronmore was sweeping deeper into Ashen Vale, and she sent back a message that the fleeing orcs were not approaching the Horde's southern camp in Ashen Vale, but were heading towards the Azhara region. Due to Lord Deerhelm's ban, she's chased to the edge of the Grey Valley—though she's confident she'll be able to wipe them out before she leaves the forest. ”

"General! The well water in the Moon Well has dried up...... We are rushing to the injured sisters, but ...... Without the help of the druids, those seriously injured sisters would have been more than lucky......"

"General! The ground forces led by Monier will be there soon......"

"General, we have piled up the corpses of all the enemies we can search for to the edge of the clearing, and we will ignite them in a moment......"

……

Santis Hazuki looked at the Gray Valley Forest that she had guarded for thousands of years, listening to the constant reports of her subordinates, and did not say a word.

The shadow of the moon stood quietly behind General Hazuki, looking blankly at the land full of beacon smoke, and for a moment could not tell if this forest full of death was the same forest as the morning mist shrouded ash valley forest where she appeared in the morning.

At this time, the sky was overcast and gray clouds were rolling.

The faint sound of wind and thunder was already coming from the direction of the seaside of Aishara.

There was a soft click.

A tiny raindrop smashed into the Shadow of the Moon's face.

The shadow of the moon reached out and wiped it, dipping the drop of rain in her mouth

- Well, the rain of the real world of Azeroth is sweet......

"Let them wait...... Wait and deal with the remains of those orcs......"

General Santis Hazuki suddenly remembered something, turned around and glanced at the [Tears of the Moon God] hanging from the chest of the Shadow of the Moon, and continued,

"It's going to rain soon...... Elune was crying. Let the tears of the moon god wash away their sins......"

At this time, the guard guard of the sentry came over with an orc banner and bowed his head to General Hazuki.

"General, the enemy's banner is not any of the tribal army styles we have mastered before, and judging from the equipment of the corpses, we can't tell which orc clan it belongs to."

Santis Hazuki thought silently and said to Garrison Freya Nightwing,

"You're most familiar with the orcs of Ashenvale, and I need you to take a few people on a trip to Theramore. Talk to the human intelligence service. If necessary, I authorize you to make an application on my behalf to Gianna Proudmoor, Queen of Theramore, asking them to send a formal note to Thrall that if something like this happens again - regardless of Theramore's attitude, the Night Elves will be at war with the Horde! ”

Out of disdain for foreigners, the Night Elves do not have any diplomatic ties with the tribe at all, and at the same time, the Night Elves also lack an intelligence agency like the human "MI7", so they can only rely on Theramore to encounter these things.

"Yes! Checkmate. ”

“…… Of course, before that, we must double-check whether this force is from Orgrimmar or not. Theramore is home to the headquarters of the Human MI7 in Kalimdor. ”

"Yes! Checkmate...... However, the Druidmond Starshower, who is fluent in the lingua franca of humanity at our outpost, has been recalled to Darnassus......"

Freya had barely finished her sentence when her words were interrupted by the general's anger.

"Damn!! Vandal Deer Helm! If it weren't for that ridiculous order from him, we wouldn't have lost so many sisters at all! ”

General Hazuki's anger had been building up for a long time, and at this time it was finally released.

Hearing her speak to the Night Elves as the de facto supreme leader (the Moon Priestess Tyrande Yufeng is the spiritual leader of the Night Elves), her men were relatively speechless.

Privately, though, they all thought that their general was right, and that some of the blame for the recent series of emergencies in Ashvalley and Firas must be on Vandal Deerhelm.

Just as the general was angry that he didn't have an interpreter, the shadow of the moon stepped forward.

"General Hazuki, I am fluent in orc and human languages, and I have asked to accompany the Nightwing Commander to the island of Theramore."

Santis Hazuki thought quietly for a long time, agreed to her request, and finally said to her,

"Wait until you get back...... I'm going to take you to the Temple of the Moon God to see High Priest Tyrande Whisper. ”

At this time, rolling thunderclouds were already hanging over the battlefield, and thunder and lightning tumbling in the clouds rumbled.

The bean-sized raindrops began to drip incessantly, washing away the cruelty of this battlefield.

Accustomed to the dense forest, the Night Elf warriors didn't care about getting wet in the rain at all, and they all stood tall in the rain.

General Santis Hazuki saw that the bleak battlefield was lit white by thunder and lightning from time to time, and she stretched out her hand to the garrison officer Freya,

"Give me the horn!"

Freya Nightwing pulled out a bronze conch-shaped snail from her backpack and handed it to the General.

"No druids, just let me do it......"

The general blew the old horn with all his might

Toot ~ Toot ~ ~ The loud sound of the horn echoed throughout the battlefield.

As the elven horn resounded in all directions, countless faint blue rays of light appeared on the bleak battlefield shrouded in black clouds.

These rays of light slowly wandered across the earth, and finally condensed into a light blue light cluster that seemed to have life, ignoring the wind and rain and slowly gathering into a starlight-like cluster of light less than a yard above the ground, as if dancing slightly with the sound of the horn.

These are elves, elves formed by the condensation of the soul of the Night Elves.

General Santis Hazuki blew the horn and stared at the many elves on the plain in the distance with his long elven eyebrows, and was speechless for a long time.

Finally, she said softly, "Sisters, may Elune, the god of the moon, be with you!" ”

After a while, those pale blue elves slowly swam into the depths of the Ash Valley Forest and disappeared from everyone's sight.

……

The shadow of the moon watched all this silently, and suddenly felt that someone was pulling her finger, and she looked down to see that it was Lulu, the tree demon, and this fawn did not know when it stood beside her.

"Hey! Golden-eyed ......"

Lulu took her fingers and whispered to her,

"Are you really going to Theramore? Be careful, don't get taken away by those humans again! Remember, you're already a true Night Elf......"

The shadow of the moon leaned down, wiped the water marks on Lulu's face, which I didn't know if it was rain or tears, and smiled at her,

"Don't worry! I will always be a true Night Elf. ”