In this siege of Stormwind, it was naturally impossible for the Horde to consist of Orcs alone. Every race of the Horde answered the war call of Warchief Rend Blackhand.
A massive floating city flew from the Burning Steppes to Elwynn Forest. After arriving, it descended directly onto an island in the middle of the Stone Cairn Lake River in Elwynn Forest. It was Eldre'Thalas, the floating city of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the Horde's ally.
After all, most of Elwynn Forest was covered by dense woodland. If Eldre'Thalas landed elsewhere, it would mean destroying vast stretches of forest. While the Blood Elves were not as excessively devoted to and protective of trees as the Night Elves, they still revered all things in nature.
"You're here, Sun King." The arrival of Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider undoubtedly lifted Rend's spirits. Since the end of the Northrend campaign, Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider had largely remained in Silvermoon City, handling the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas's countless postwar affairs.
A few years were but an instant to elves accustomed to long lives, yet to a short-lived race like Rend's, they were incomparably long.
Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider's face brimmed with hope and pride. The moment he saw Rend, he too broke into a sincere smile. "How could the Sin'dorei and Nightborne possibly be absent from something like this? We will never forget the Horde's kindness. Warchief, whenever and wherever you need me, I am willing to answer your call."
The two friends, who had not seen each other for a long time, did not immediately discuss attacking Bolvar's blockade. Instead, they sat together and spoke at length about Orcs and elves.
"Rommath has already led the Magisters' Legion to Azora's Tower. I believe we'll receive good news soon." Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider suddenly sensed something