The Charge

The Trolls were making their move, and the Silver Dawn wasn't idle either. Although the Silver Dawn was a neutral organization and shouldn't have gotten involved in the war between the Scarlet Crusade and the Forsaken, things were different now that the Horde had entered the fray. Their involvement could provoke an overreaction from the Alliance, and if the Alliance and Horde—two titans—went to war, the conflict would spread far and wide. It would also give the schemers plotting against Azeroth an opportunity to strike. So Fordring decided to march west out of the Alterac Mountains and force the Horde to withdraw.

In the past, the Scarlet Crusade and Varimathras's rebels had attacked every day as soon as the first light appeared. But today, the sun was already high in the sky, and neither side had shown up—not even a single soldier.

Garithos, who had been watching from the sidelines, polished his sword while pondering what was going on.

Taelan and Varimathras had both been waiting for yesterday's Dragon Riders. By making them wait all morning, they figured that even the gryphons would need water after spending so long under the blazing sun. Then the two sides would attack together and wipe out Sylvanas's remaining forces in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, their plans fell through. Leiluo had already sent word to Rexxar, telling the Dragon Riders to act on his signal.

Meanwhile, after resting for a full day and night and recovering their strength, the Worg Riders had set out from the Undercity before dawn and were waiting for the right moment at the site of the three-way battle.

This was where the advantages of Leiluo's lightning-fast capture of the Undercity became clear. None of the three sides knew he had taken the city by storm, and the scouts