The high-ranking arakkoa of Skyreach Peak regretted it now. Their blind, shallow arrogance had pushed them into the abyss of despair.
You thought you were the strongest. You thought your civilization was incomparably advanced. You thought your race stood above all living things.
But the truth was, you were worthless.
The invaders from the World of Azeroth were far too powerful. The way those long-eared elves operated was utterly at odds with their beautiful, tranquil, gentle appearances.
As the old saying went, the face reflected the heart. So how had these war-crazed elves grown faces like that? Where had things gone wrong? Shouldn't they have been like the Primal Gronn and Dryads of Gorgrond, clinging to their precious forests all day long and refusing to let go?
But now, the elven invaders were like those crude ogre thugs, burning, killing, looting, and sweeping clean every place they reached.
Guided by arakkoa exile collaborators, numerous strongholds of the high-ranking arakkoa were breached. Entire towns were burned to the ground. Every valuable crystal and construct was packed up and taken away, while anything worthless was destroyed on the spot. Everywhere they passed was left barren.
As for the prisoners, their fates were even more miserable.
Among the long-eared elves' forces were special officers dressed in black uniforms, apparently called the Gestapo.
They dragged the arakkoa prisoners into open ground and, before all the Night Elf Border Guard soldiers, drew their rapid-fire assault pistols and quickly executed the prisoners row by row.
Ever since the Crusaders and the Night Elf Border Guard had been completely separated and ceased interfering with one another, these Gestapo officers had become the most fanatical and loyal high-ranking officers within the Night Elf Border Guard.
All of them had studied under Gul'dan, while some elites had even received