Genn Greymane and Uther had both already set out with their troops.
The main Alliance army, led by Anduin Lothar, remained stationed in Lordaeron, waiting for the supply line to be completed, ready to march into the Arathi Highlands at any moment.
"Lord Lothar!" Gavinrad Doom burst into Lothar's command post and shouted, "They're here!"
"Who's here, Gavinrad?" Lothar could not help frowning. He saw delighted surprise in the Paladin's eyes.
"The Elves, High Elves from Quel'Thalas, my lord!" Gavinrad drew a breath. "I've never seen so many Elves. They're outside the camp right now, and countless soldiers have run out to gawk at them. I couldn't stop them!"
"Elves!" Lothar froze for a moment. When he had first landed at Southshore, he had indeed sent a messenger to Quel'Thalas to ask for help in the name of the Arathor bloodline.
But there had been no word for so long that Lothar had not held out much hope... The High Elves of Quel'Thalas had always been known for their pride and isolation. Those like Prince Kael'thas and Karin in Dalaran were, after all, a minority.
He had not expected the Elven reinforcements to actually arrive. Lothar quickly asked, "How many are there?"
"About... a few hundred?" Gavinrad estimated. "They're all wearing emerald-green leather armor and carrying longbows. They should be Quel'Thalas's famed Ranger troops."
"A few hundred!" Lothar was a little disappointed... That was not a large number, especially against the vast Horde they would soon face. They would make almost no difference.
"Of course, they might be the vanguard, with the main force following behind," Gavinrad added.
"Take me to see them!" Lothar ordered.
"According to the Elves' leader, they came by sea and landed on the west coast of Tirisfal last night!" Gavinrad explained to Lothar along