Tyrande's Predicament

Ashenvale, Night Elf camp.

When Tyrande saw the Orc army displaying several Elf corpses on various weapons, her rage immediately flared.

"Form up and prepare for battle. Let those beasts taste the wrath of the Moon Goddess's children!" she ordered furiously.

"Mother, please quell your anger for now. We must face this war calmly. Leaving our camp to engage the Orcs in open battle is not a wise decision." Her adopted daughter, Shandris, hurriedly stopped her.

"Then are we supposed to watch those beasts insult the bodies of our warriors?" Tyrande's eyes were bloodshot, her teeth grinding audibly.

"The Orcs are trying to provoke us and lure us out for a field battle. My mother! Do not fall for their trick. Every sacrifice now is for victory. Let the enemy's corpses and blood comfort our fallen warriors." Shandris remained fairly calm.

"Fine!" Tyrande also knew she had acted on impulse. This was not merely about her own feelings; it concerned the safety of countless Elves.

"Has Malfurion not arrived yet?" She turned and asked another question.

"The Druids said he is on the way. He needs to awaken more Feral Druids," Shandris said respectfully.

"Those lazy fools are always sleeping. The only time he appeared quickly was when I went looking for Illidan last time." Tyrande spoke angrily, then suddenly remembered something. "Any news from Theramore? What about Illidan and Maiev? Only those Holy Light Students have returned."

Shandris sighed again. "Lord Illidan and Lady Maiev are both away on missions. Last night, the Holy Light Students successfully raided the Orc camp aboard Gryphons. They used those bombs to destroy many siege engines. They are still attacking the Orcs' logistical nodes behind the lines. Hopefully, they can stop the Orc offensive. As long as we hold this place, the Orcs'