With its hands temporarily freed, the Night Empire could finally begin dealing with some domestic matters within its own territory.
God Queen Elisande led the Highborne forces to Feralas, where they joined the Ranger Corps from Moonpetal Fortress and the Night Elf Border Guard waiting there.
They were about to attack Dire Maul. This ancient elven city was now nothing but ruins. Prince Tosedrin remained stubbornly unyielding; the Night Elves had sent people to negotiate with him several times, all to no avail. This obstinate Prince and his Syndra Elves refused to acknowledge the Night Empire, much less recognize His Majesty the Divine Emperor as a true god. The elves accepted only Queen Azshara's rule. Since the Queen was gone, they would believe only in the Well of Eternity.
As for that so-called Divine Emperor, he was nothing but a fraud deceiving the world!
The Highborne of Suramar had long hated Prince Tosedrin and his Syndra with a burning passion. These Blasphemers should have been wiped out long ago. There had simply been too many matters to handle before, leaving them no time. Now that they finally had time, the first ones to be dealt with would be this pack of bastards!
Apart from the central district occupied by the Syndra Elves, Dire Maul's western district was occupied by a group of Ogres, while the eastern district concealed a remnant force of Satyr demons.
"Leave Tosedrin to us. The Border Guard will focus on the Satyr demons in the eastern district, while the Moonpetal Rangers will handle the Ogres in the west. Any objections?" Inside a small Moonpetal watch fortress nearby, Elisande assigned the targets for each force. She then looked at Vareesa, who was curiously studying the Night Elf ranger-style architecture beside her.
"Vareesa, you'll follow me this time.