When Illidan was kicked out of the room by Tyrande, Shandris was gathering a group of frontline commanders for a meeting elsewhere, laying out the High Priestess's strategy.
"In short, the front line is returning to full combat readiness. Any Orc approaching the front line will be treated as hostile. Hit them hard," Shandris said murderously.
"But the peace agreement—" a Druid said.
"There is no peace agreement anymore." Shandris spoke disdainfully. "If we don't recognize it, it's just a piece of scrap paper. Only fighting with everything we have can bring peace. Any concession or compromise will bring nothing but humiliation."
"Good!" The will of the entire army was now unified. Pacifism could exist, but only after they defeated the Orcs and reclaimed Ashenvale.
Shandris looked over the eager gazes of those yearning for battle. She pressed a hand down slightly, then said to the Sindra Elf representative, "The frontline arcane support will be entrusted to you. Some Nightborne will also join your forces. Make sure the Orcs can't get near our positions."
"Fine! We know what to do. We've been fighting Orcs all this time." Naturally, the Sindra Elves had no objections. They only needed to have the elven mages cast spells from afar. They had long grown familiar with all kinds of tactics.
The most vicious spell traps came from the cooperation between elven Arcane Masters and Druids. At the front, the Druids would spur the growth of shrublands as tall as a person, perfect for hiding people. Whenever Orc raiders arrived and saw these small thickets suitable for concealment, squads of more than a dozen would often all hide inside.
Then the Druids would launch their ambush, using roots to bind the Orcs first. The elven Arcane Masters would then cast fire, followed by wind. With