At Silvermoon City on the floating island, inside the heavily guarded fortress camp outside the city, a group of high-ranking generals of the Azeroth Empire were gathered around the lifelike magical battle-planning sand table in the command room, loudly and heatedly discussing something.
In the middle of the vast command room, a model of the floating island hovered above the lifelike magical battle-planning sand table. Beneath the little "floating island" lay the terrain around the Rockpeak Valley Mountains. Everything was represented, from villages, mountains, forests, streams, valley floors, fields, and towns, all rendered as scaled-down magical projections. It was far more lifelike and detailed than the map of the continent of El Sallia that the emperor of the Rayguard Empire had carved into a wall.
Those present today included Grand Marshal Garithos of the Kingdom of Lordaeron; Tirion Fordring and Alexandros Mograine of the Knights of the Silver Hand; Ranger General Vereesa and Grand Astromancer Solarian of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas; Warchief Thrall, Garrosh Hellscream, and Cairne Bloodhoof of the Orcish Horde; as well as dozens of other high-ranking figures from the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Goblins, Dwarves, Trolls, Gnomes, Draenei, Night Elves, and several Fire Elementals.
Queen Azshara was also seated on the throne atop the command room's raised platform. However, she wasn't taking part in the generals' chaotic discussion. She simply lounged there, one hand propping up her chin as she reclined, her eyelids drooping slightly. No one knew what she was thinking about.
"Look!"
"Here, here, and here!"
"According to our magical and life-detection instruments, in a very short time the demons have gathered at least two hundred thousand troops here—and perhaps even more?"
"Their ability to mobilize is strong—extremely efficient!"
"Besides that..."
"Here, too!"
"And over here. They've also gathered tens of thousands of elite,