Durotar, Orgrimmar.
The blazing sun scorched the land of Durotar, baking the dry earth like a red pie. Searing heat lingered over the red land.
At that moment, Thrall, Warchief of the Horde, felt even more agitated than the weather outside. "Is the news true?"
Cairne Bloodhoof, standing nearby, glanced at Hamuul Runetotem and said, "According to the Cenarion Circle, the seal on the Ahn'Qiraj Empire is incomplete. We need to stockpile supplies for a fierce war ahead."
It seemed this war could no longer be avoided. Thrall sighed. "What about the Alliance? Do they know about the Ahn'Qiraj Empire?"
"The news came from the Dwarven Great Explorer Brann Bronzebeard and the Night Elf Priestess Shiroma. As a Night Elf Priestess, she fought in the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago. According to the historical records they provided, the Night Elf army, led by Fandral Staghelm, joined the offspring of three Dragon Aspects in a decisive battle against the Qiraji in the great desert of Silithus."
"At the end of the war, the three Dragon Aspects' offspring and their Dragonflight forces charged into the vast sea of insects, hoping their sacrifice would offer a chance of victory, while Fandral and his Druids began channeling energy to Anachronos as he summoned a magical barrier. Eventually, the barrier began to spread and take shape. The Moon Priestess Shiroma gathered all her energy and called upon Elune's blessing. Finally, the earth began to tremble. Rocks, great crags, and roots surged continuously from beneath the shifting sands, intertwining to form an impenetrable wall. Even the winged insects were stopped at the highest altitudes by a magical barrier they could not see."
Thrall still felt a headache coming on. The Night Elves were the strongest race on Azeroth. Before the Battle of