The remaining elven rangers converged on Fairbreeze Village.
Morningwind Hold, south of Fairbreeze Village, was the rallying point they had long since agreed upon with the mages of the Silvermoon Council.
The front in the Ghostlands was too long... for the Quel'dorei, whose numbers were already far smaller than the Horde's, it was difficult to hold!
Abandoning the Ghostlands and falling back to the high ground at Morningwind Hold was the suggestion Lord Kane of the Sunfury family had offered, and King Anasterian and the other members of the Silvermoon Council had approved it.
However, according to Sylvanas's plan, even as she prepared to withdraw from the Ghostlands, she wanted to use its many outposts and fortresses to teach the Horde a harsh lesson!
Unfortunately, she had underestimated how terrifying the Horde was.
In less than three hours, the ranger force she took such pride in had almost been scattered by the orc army, suffering over a thousand casualties; had they not planned their retreat routes and made preparations in advance, their losses would likely have been even worse.
On the heights of Morningwind Hold, rangers had already prepared defensive fortifications. This was destined to be their last line of defense; if they retreated any farther, the heartland of Quel'Thalas would be exposed to the Horde in its entirety!
Sylvanas climbed to the high ground and gazed into the distance.
A small black speck was approaching the hold...
It was a group of high elf civilians, escorted by several rangers and mages... their faces were tense, because something was pursuing them...
"Quick, open the gates!" Sylvanas hurriedly ordered.
She had spotted her younger sister Vereesa among them.
The gates opened, and Sylvanas also caught sight of the creature pursuing them...
A towering Ogres. Sylvanas remembered that these monsters were