The High Elves were satisfied. They had gotten the soul rebirth system for the little sprites as they wished, and now they were wholeheartedly tending to the precious great tree in their home, continuing to ignore worldly affairs. Fight however you liked out there—just do not come bother them.
The focus returned to the parallel world of Draenor. The colonial invasion coalition naturally had no time to concern itself with the local world's High Elves. The occupations across every region had entered the decisive middle-to-late stages, with people beating each other's brains out and everyone busy as hell.
The first major matter concerned the Horde brothers. Their full-scale colonial campaign in Frostfire Ridge had finally reached its decisive conclusion.
Draenor Citadel had finally declared its fall. The parallel world's Frostwolf Clan had lost its last and largest core capital stronghold.
Orcs were a tenacious, single-minded race, and their sense of honor was easily inflamed. As the fighting went on, both sides truly became enraged.
The Frostwolf Clan stubbornly insisted on defending the fortress, clearly determined to fight to the last man and embrace honor.
The New Horde brothers were equally stubborn about breaching the city, clearly determined not to leave until they did, all in the name of honor.
Well... a war of honor against honor. It all came down to who had more honor.
Thus, the Horde brothers brought in massive numbers of large-caliber siege cannons and steam tanks equipped with high-explosive howitzers, using these adorable agents of justice to bombard Draenor Citadel without pause.
It did not matter if they could not blast it open in a few days. This time, they were prepared to grind it out here. Even if they abandoned every other region, they would still take these bastards down!
The Bilgewater Cartel's Goblins naturally