Parallel world of Draenor.
Those imperialists of the Night Empire had finally begun to make their move. Having carved up the Draenei with the Southern Alliance, they had barely settled down before becoming restless again. Looking around, they had set their sights, just as they wished, on the High Arakkoa of the neighboring Arakkoa Peaks.
Ah, those Arakkoa and their land were fat sheep as well. Although their crystal-utilization techniques were extremely primitive, they still possessed many unique insights and technical approaches. They could be considered a vast treasure trove.
Back in the world of Draenor from the wrong timeline, the entire world had been on the verge of destruction, leaving little time for a thorough, scorched-earth plundering. They had merely breached Skyreach Peak, slaughtered and looted for a while, then hurriedly departed.
But things were different now. There was no rush at all. The parallel world of Draenor was stable enough, and that rotten old man Gul'dan was probably still in Hellfire Citadel complaining to the big shots of the Burning Legion. Fel Energy's corruption of the world of Draenor was negligible; aside from the regions surrounding Hellfire Citadel, which had suffered Fel Energy contamination, every other area remained unchanged.
So they acted as soon as the idea arose. After receiving the Titan old hooligan's highest directive, the Night Elves immediately pulled a fully staffed Border Guard legion over from their homeland. The Crusaders' Chosen Zealot units would provide support as they prepared to launch a lightning-fast sweeping campaign through the Arakkoa Peaks.
On the other hand, in order to bolster the confidence of the Talador Draenei who had just joined Turalyon's faction—or perhaps to cultivate their spirit as imperialist lackeys—the Night Empire had invited them to join the offensive as well.
Of course, that was merely a nicer