The Night Elves now held nearly half of the Kalimdor Continent.
From the godforsaken Barrens in the east to Feralas in the west, the Night Elf Great Wall stretched across the continent, dividing it north to south. The entire northern region had fallen under Night Elf control, while the Southern Continent remained a barren land awaiting development.
Defensive installations crisscrossed the elven interior as well, working in tandem with the endless dense forests to vastly deepen their strategic defenses. So although the Night Elves' territory was immense, its defenses remained impregnable.
Whenever Boss Hu thought of the Night Elves in the original established history, he could only shake his head.
After the War of the Ancients ended, they had holed up atop the World Tree and ignored worldly affairs. At most, their sphere of influence had extended only to Darkshore, Ashenvale, and the core region of Mount Hyjal.
As for Feathermoon Stronghold in Feralas, it had been little more than an outpost, with no real influence or control to speak of.
Now, under his influence, the Night Elves had not remained shut away in their little corner of the world as fate had ordained. Instead, they had shown great pioneering spirit, constantly expanding the territory under their control.
Of course, this was also because the Kalimdor Continent itself had no worthy enemies. The only somewhat formidable force, the Tauren, maintained an excellent relationship with the Night Elves, and neither side interfered with the other.
Oh, speaking of the Tauren, that had to be mentioned.
Their life-or-death struggle with the centaurs had temporarily come to an end. The Tauren accepted the Night Elves' proposal and relocated their entire race, leaving that cruel land steeped in war for the Mulgore Plains.
The Mulgore Plains had no enemies. The only threats worth mentioning,