The Floating City, Sunfury Spire.
"We've received the latest news. The Horde army did not attack Tranquillien." Yanida was speaking. As Chief Information Officer these past few days, Yanida had been responsible for all communications sent and received throughout the Floating City.
Alleria remained fairly composed. "Tranquillien stands on high ground, backed by Sunscar Peak. It's easy to defend and hard to attack. Those Orcs made the right choice by not attacking it. Where have they gone now?"
Yanida took out a report and handed it to Patrick. "According to Tranquillien's scouts, they headed straight for Windrunner Village along a small road."
"Windrunner Village?" Patrick turned his gaze to Alleria. It was the Windrunner family's territory. "Has the Council sent any instructions on how to handle these invading troops?"
Yanida shook their head. "We haven't received any word from the Council."
After Yanida finished, Alleria added furiously, "The kingdom probably hasn't taken these Orc armies seriously at all."
Angry as she was, the kingdom's leaders had made no response, which everyone had expected. Alleria's chief concern was how many of the Windrunner kin were still in the Floating City. Upon returning to the Floating City after the great battle with the Horde, Alleria had immediately asked Galind Shalong to have a count taken of every member of the Windrunner family. Apart from those away on official business, all of them were in the Floating City.
Some Ranger squads remained on guard at Windrunner Spire, and few Rangers or elders had returned to Windrunner Village after the wedding. After all, the Ghostlands could not compare with Silvermoon City. Such a grand occasion was rare, and all the Elves wanted to spend a few more days enjoying themselves in the Floating City.
Alleria had also personally commanded that battle. Though their losses