Floating Island.
On this beautifully moonlit night, Queen Azshara's small and exquisite garden palace, nestled against one corner of Annie's palace, suddenly received the Horde's warchief Thrall, the Tauren chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, and the warrior Garrosh Hellscream—the Horde's three highest-ranking leaders.
"Queen Azshara!"
"We have news!"
"Our Orc Shaman detected unusual activity by demons and some demon beasts within dozens of miles of the surrounding Rockpeak Valley Mountains beneath our floating island. There are many such locations!"
"By now, we Orcs have sufficient reason to believe that they're gathering—and that they're coming for our floating island!"
The moment they entered the main hall and saw Queen Azshara reclining sideways in a crescent chair, eating pastries while curiously lifting her eyelids to look at them, Garrosh Hellscream spoke impatiently and excitedly.
"So!"
"We feel that we can't wait any longer. We must take action!!"
Waving his massive fist, Garrosh Hellscream completely ignored Azshara's mood and bellowed in his deep voice.
"Take action?"
"What action?"
"What kind of action do you want to take?"
At this, Azshara basically understood why the Orc and Tauren had come. She set down the delicious pastry she had just bitten into, lightly wiped her mouth with the wet towel a maid handed her, then licked her alluring lips with interest as she asked:
"Of course, send troops!"
"It doesn't have to be many. As long as my elite Orc guards, the Kor'kron, take the field, I guarantee they can crush those rats before they finish gathering!"
"With your order, we Orcs can deploy tens of thousands of elite Kor'kron wolf riders and Kor'kron Wind Riders within half a day!"
Garrosh Hellscream spoke excitedly, gazing hopefully at the reclining Queen Azshara, wanting to hear the order he most desired from her lips.
"Send troops?"
"No..."
"You were