Sylvanas still maintains her eating habits from when she was alive, only now it's much more extravagant than when she was the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City.
On either side of a long table, several Undead servants flitted about like butterflies, constantly bringing Sylvanas fresh flesh and blood.
The powerful heart continued to beat stubbornly even before it was cut into pieces.
Unlike in life, Sylvanas, now Undead, prefers fresh, uncooked flesh and blood.
Bloody chunks of meat dipped in Quel'Thalas' secret sauce; one bite, and blood splatters, the stench overwhelming.
Sylvanas was engrossed in the delicious food. On one side of the long table, a strong Tauren lay slumped to the side, its wide-open bull eyes devoid of any spirit.
Tauren from Thunder Bluff are a favorite ingredient of the Horde nobles, but unfortunately, there's only enough for Sylvanas to eat for two meals.
Because she was extremely picky, she only ate heart, brain, and bone marrow, and occasionally she would have a bite of the finest beef tenderloin.
After a hearty meal, Sylvanas elegantly sipped a cup of hot Tauren blood, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
She was thoroughly annoyed these past few days. The failure in Karazhan had made her keenly aware of the indifference of the Dark Side of the Moon, and her numerous prayers had gone unanswered.
"Fortunately, the result wasn't the worst," Sylvanas comforted herself.
Although no one received Medivh's inheritance, neither did anyone else.
Looking at herself in the mirror—her dry, brittle hair, cracked skin, and rotting flesh— Sylvanas sighed. Even the freshest Tauren flesh couldn't stop the body from decaying, which filled her with profound sorrow.
She particularly envied the Lich King Arthas, Arthas was said to have found a way to stop his subjects from rotting.
Unfortunately, this secret recipe was not found after Icecrown Citadel was breached.
Tyrande urged King Greymane to send troops to Stormwind City. Now, Kingdom of Gilneas only has non- Worgen Corps stationed there, greatly reducing its fighting strength. But Sylvanas knew what to do at this moment.
Politics is complex, full of intrigue and backroom deals.
Since the Alliance and the Horde became enemies, the Forsaken and the Night Elves have maintained a fairly good understanding.
Few people know that Sylvanas and Tyrande exchanged secret letters, sharing information and resources, and would often avoid each other when they met on the Battlefield.
That's politics. Take, for example, the tacit understanding between Varian and Thrall. The difference is that Varian and Thrall's cooperation is unequal and conducted privately, while Tyrande and Sylvanas's is completely equal.
Between the Alliance and the Horde, this is nothing; if you don't do it, someone else will.
Just like the tacit understanding between Goblins and Gnomes, the restraint between Worgen and Blood Elves, and the clandestine trade between Dwarves and Tauren, the difference lies in the depth of their cooperation.
"After the fall of Kingdom of Stormwind, the Night Elves became the strongest race in the Alliance. Tyrande is indeed ambitious, wanting to seize power within the Alliance. This is a good opportunity for me. I can then ask Tyrande for the territory of Kingdom of Gilneas. In return, I will betray Vol'jin's movements to Tyrande. The conflict between Elves and Trolls can never be resolved, and she will certainly be happy to help me eliminate Vol'jin. If I succeed, I can succeed as Warchief; if I fail, she can still help me probe Vol'jin's true intentions."
Gazing at the bright Tauren blood in her cup, Sylvanas smiled smugly and drank it all in one gulp.
"The relationship between the Dark Side of the Moon and the Burning Legion is perplexing. Are they adversaries, allies, or perhaps, like Tyrande and me, temporary allies?"
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly, lost in thought, feeling somewhat weary.
Just then, the voice of the Dark Side of the Moon echoed in her ears:
"Arise, attack the Kingdom of Gilneas! Do not rush to conquer its territory. Force King Greymane to return, and then withdraw once the objective is achieved. If you cannot accomplish this, do not return to see me."
Sylvanas awoke with a start, overjoyed to receive an oracle from the Dark Side of the Moon.
This proved she hadn't been abandoned; she sensed the impatience and irritability in the Dark Side of the Moon, which was unusual. Sylvanas believed her failure in Karazhan had provoked the Dark Side of the Moon's anger.
"I will obey your will."
Sylvanas spoke to herself respectfully, without any doubt about it.
This move was somewhat puzzling, but the Dark Side of the Moon was a deity, and the wisdom of the gods was beyond the comprehension of mortals. Although she sensed the doubts, Sylvanas, who had already incurred the displeasure of the Dark Side of the Moon, naturally dared not ask any further questions.
A massive Undead army marched towards Gilneas.
Watching the slowly advancing Worgen Legion, King Greymane sighed. He was worried about the future of the Kingdom of Gilneas. Who would have thought that the transformation of the people into Worgen was a conspiracy of the Night Elf race?
Elune deity worshipped by the Night Elves, is so mysterious that it's impossible to pray to her. I wonder if there's any way to lift the Worgen's curse.
No, Worgen are powerful enough to help us fend off the Forsaken.
There might be a way to break the Worgen's madness, thus avoiding the threat from Tyrande.
Perhaps I should find an Archmage. I wonder if Arugal is still alive. Since he was able to be resurrected by the Lich King, he shouldn't die so easily.
Forget it, I should think about the Battle of Stormwind City first. It's an urgent problem. Kingdom of Gilneas, and I don't want to suffer heavy losses. I really hope the Humans can stop us from using the Deeprun Tram.
Why not do that? Princess Moira Bronzebeard of Ironforge is not someone to be trifled with. If I show Pride or disrespect, she will surely kick us out of Ironforge.
No, Tyrande isn't stupid at all; she'll definitely find out my weakness. Greymane was in a state of utter confusion.
At this moment, the Worgen Legion was approaching Stromgarde. Looking at this glorious symbol in human history, Greymane couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe.
Just then, a Gryphon descended from the sky, and Gryphon Rider from Gilneas shouted, "King Majesty, it's terrible! Sylvanas is leading the Forsaken Legion towards Silverpine Forest!"
Greymane couldn't believe his ears and grabbed the Gryphon Rider by the collar. "Are you sure?"
"It's true, absolutely true!" The Gryphon Rider was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Greymane suppressed his excitement and calmly relayed the orders. "Reconfirm the Forsaken's movements. The vanguard halts, holds their ground, and awaits further orders. The middle and rear guards turn back to Gilneas."
Although he left behind a third of his Worgen Legion, Greymane believed he could hold Gilneas.
Regardless, he still needs to give Tyrande an explanation, and he needs to be cautious until Tyrande expresses her opinion.
Tyrande rarely leads troops into battle; she prefers to stay in Darnassus, where the weather is spring-like all year round, enjoying the bright sunshine and warm sea breeze, tending to the flowers and plants, and keeping herself in a cheerful mood.
A pure white owl flew over, Tyrande extended her right hand, letting the owl land on her wrist.
Tyrande obtained the latest intelligence from the owl's leg.
The shovel in his hand fell to the ground.
"Sylvanas is attacking the Kingdom of Gilneas! That damned Dark Banshee, has her intellect and brain rotted away?" Tyrande cursed, her usual dignified and elegant demeanor completely vanishing.
Sylvanas's betrayal caught her off guard. After venting her anger with a furious tirade, Tyrande gradually calmed down, her brow furrowed as she fell into deep thought.
Only after Tyrande calmed down did the Night Elves dare to approach.
One of the Sentinels generals said, "High Priestess, I suggest we withdraw our troops."
Tyrande's expression was conflicted. She then took a deep breath, her face grave and serious, and said solemnly:
"No, keep pushing forward, we must take Stormwind City."
In any case, Tyrande could not go against the will of the goddess Elune, and she would not retreat until a new oracle arrived.
The Night Elf fleet continued its journey across the sea, showing no sign of retreat.