On Darkshore, Tyrande established a new camp. They no longer needed to worry about the Orc positions.
"Shandris, I'm leaving these troops to you." The Night Elves' last main force was busy at work as Tyrande called over her adopted daughter to arrange matters for after she left.
"Mother, are you really going to sea?" Shandris did not understand her plan. "The Nightborne of Suramar City have been separated from us for over ten thousand years. Will they still live peacefully alongside us now?"
She paused and glanced at Azshara, who was sitting idly nearby. Lowering her voice, she said, "The Nightborne hate the Queen most of all. They're like this because of Azshara."
Tyrande reassured her, "Don't worry. I won't be the only one going to Suramar with Azshara. There will also be reinforcements from Theramore. I hired them with money, and they're powerful helpers. We'll persuade them."
"And what is the ultimate goal? Make them submit, or open up the city?" Shandris asked.
"Show strength and promote communication. They've been sealed away for ten thousand years, and plenty of problems have emerged within. Azshara's banner, however, will be useful. I don't believe their people are completely united. Just look at our own Night Elves—we're a complete mess too." Tyrande explained, "My voyage is also a signal to the Orcs that they can give it everything they have. Do you understand?"
Shandris was greatly startled, then immediately understood Tyrande's intentions. "Mother, you mean that by going to sea, you'll make the Orcs feel there's an opportunity to exploit? So the Archdruid's pacifism is bound to fail?"
Tyrande nodded. "If they really can reach a peace agreement over there, we'd be happy to see it. Letting the elves recuperate for a few years would be good as well. But if