The Farstrider Encampment's defensive line had opted for a passive defense due to Galen's influence. Since the Horde wasn't attacking the encampment, and Sylvanas was being tactful, she wouldn't proactively dispatch Alodi and Mubar to attack.
In contrast to the Farstrider Encampment's impregnability, things were much more exciting at the Sunstrider's Sanctum.
Silvermoon City had conscripted two legions, mostly composed of mid-tier mages, with a small number of warriors and civilian rangers. There were also some high-level retired professionals among them.
As the Warhammer saying goes: Political infighting is a characteristic of High Elves. This statement also applies to Azeroth. How could the Council faction let go of such a huge piece of cake? To distribute the benefits, they planted their family's confidants in the two new legions, agreeing to the Sun King's proposal to increase troops at the front.
The Flameweaver Legion and the Flamehawk Legion, two legions controlled by the Council, set out. The Flamehawk Legion reinforced the Farstrider Encampment, while the Flameweaver Legion headed to the Sunstrider's Sanctum.
These two legion commanders were well-known nobles in Quel'Thalas. Arrogant, they watched Prince Kael'thas's battles on the front lines. Regarding the Sunfury Legion's losses, they unanimously felt it was due to the Prince's incompetence and poor command. They believed they could achieve a great victory if they were in charge.
The commander of the Flamehawk Legion wanted to launch a proactive attack, but that very night, he was beaten black and blue by our Banshee Queen. At least until the injuries on his face healed and he regained his elegance, he wouldn't clamor for an attack.
Kael'thas didn't have Sylvanas's boldness to dare to beat up the Flameweaver Legion commander, and such behavior was also inconsistent with his elegant demeanor.
So, our Flameweaver Legion walked out of the Sunstrider's Sanctum's magical barrier and fought a pitched battle with the Blackrock Orcs.
We advocate for the Flameweaver Legion's confidence. After all, our High Elves have been strong for over six thousand years since the founding of our nation. How can we let the human army steal the spotlight when fighting Orcs on High Elf land?
Thus, this legion, attempting to establish merit and slap the Sun King faction in the face, in front of tens of thousands of Alliance human soldiers and the Sun King faction's watchful eyes at the Sunstrider's Sanctum, an entire organized legion of five thousand High Elves was routed by the attack of two wolf rider companies.
Turalyon, filled with goodwill towards someone and unaware of Quel'Thalas's internal political environment, had always held a favorable impression of the High Elves due to his affection. If he hadn't been paying attention to their battle and sent out cavalry to rescue them in time, it's estimated that at least half of the High Elves would have died under the Blackrock wolf riders' blades.
Holmruk and Muradin Goreaxe, the two Blackrock wolf rider commanders, expressed their gratitude to the Flameweaver Legion for sending a wave of heads and merits, allowing them to avenge their previous defeats.
The heavily damaged Flameweaver Legion returned to the magical barrier of the Sunstrider's Sanctum, silently licking its wounds in a corner. The legion commander was nowhere to be seen all day.
The slap in the face came too quickly, and the Council faction didn't react at all. Then, the Sun King faction seized the opportunity to add insult to injury, mocking them.
No one cared about the two thousand High Elf soldiers who died because they were commoner mages, civilian rangers, and warriors.
"Politics is truly dirty."
After the news from the Sunstrider's Sanctum arrived, Galen sighed to Sylvanas.
"Big sister chose not to serve in the military because she couldn't stand their infighting. My mother had no choice but to let me inherit the position of Ranger-General of the family." Sylvanas glanced at Galen with dissatisfaction, disliking his gloating and watching-the-show attitude. "Big sister loves Quel'Thalas even more than I do."
"I don't have a gloating attitude. I'm just sighing that your national system is more advanced than our monarchy. I heard that your councilors once proposed nationalizing the army?" Oblivious to the danger, Galen, with no desire to survive, continued to discuss an even more sensitive topic.
"Hmph, a bunch of idiots with brain problems. How many High Elves are there in the entire kingdom? Less than a million people supporting an army of sixty to seventy thousand. Isn't it enough to be loyal to one Sun King?" Sylvanas flared up. After all, although their family maintained neutrality, they leaned towards the Sun King faction.
Galen finally felt the chill in the air. At this moment, he realized he was truly courting death.
"Sylvanas, I think the Orcs are brewing a big plan!" Forbidden Jutsu: Topic Shift!
"Their attack frequency has decreased," Sylvanas successfully shifted her attention.
"I suspect their main force is no longer in the southern Eversong Woods!"
"Then where is their target?" Sylvanas was shocked. She originally thought that by guarding the north and west, the Orcs wouldn't be able to attack Silvermoon City. At this moment, she was a little nervous. Silvermoon City was the kingdom's base camp, and all the people were there, including her parents!
"Don't worry, I believe Orgrim's target isn't your Silvermoon City, but a human royal city." That's right, it's Lordaeron. Orgrim, go for it, take him down!
"Then what should we do now?" Perhaps it was due to some reason—maybe it was trust in Galen, or maybe it was because since she met Galen, he had always been confident, strategizing and never suffering losses at the hands of the Orcs. His battle record was even outstanding. No Alliance general could match him!
Ironforge was surrounded, and Galen supported them with food and military supplies from the sea. Aerie Peak was surrounded, and Galen led a large army to drive away Varok Saurfang while suppressing them with a legion, thwarting their delaying tactics.
Orgrim launched a large-scale attack on Quel'Thalas, and the Prince's army almost overturned. It was also Galen and Turalyon's sudden appearance that disrupted Orgrim's plan. Otherwise, the Orcs might have already reached Silvermoon City.
At this time, Galen's prestige in the Eastern Kingdoms war zone was unmatched. Even Uther the Lightbringer, the leader of the Silver Hand, and Turalyon, the Alliance lieutenant, two rising stars of the same generation, couldn't compare.
Outstanding battle record, top-notch strength, noble birth, vast territory under his command, and a super-capable army. Most importantly, he was still young and unmarried. I don't know how many nobles with the title of Duke or higher were already seeking ways to marry into the Stromgarde royal family.
However, Galen remained unmoved, which secretly pleased Sylvanas.
"Send out scouts and spies to observe the number of Orcish troops. I suspect Orgrim has chosen to leave a portion of his army to confuse us while taking the main force away!"
Orgrim was really something, playing the 'golden cicada shedding its shell' trick to perfection.
He left the Thunderlord Clan in Dun Morogh to contain Galen's two legions, smuggled a force across the Hillsbrad Foothills to contain Lothar's main force, and left Varok Saurfang in the Hinterlands, attempting to delay Galen's marching speed.
It was truly a trick that worked wonders everywhere. If Galen hadn't always anticipated the enemy's moves and had group teleportation, making his mobility unparalleled in Azeroth, he would have been passively chasing after Orgrim, eating his dust!