The thundering of a sinister evil shook and tainted the ground of Quel'thalas, the High Elven kingdom.
The smell of a million rotting corpses polluted the air, the decaying stench getting wafted around in the breeze.
The hellish sound grew closer by each passing second making the once proud, headstrong woman shiver in fear.
With confidence that the foolish, corrupted prince could not breach the magical Elf gates, long protected by ancient Quel'dorien enchants, Ranger- General Sylvanas Windrunner ordered her squadron of Farstriders and Rangers to fall back into the trees, waiting for the perfect opportunity to ambush the oncoming nightmare.
An out runner returned to the elveness, eyes wide with terrifying knowledge and breath coming out in ragged gasps and spurts. "Ranger - General the scourge are rapidly approaching from the south. If we do not retreat they will overrun and demolish our defenses'."
"Yes, I will not stand by idly as my Kingdom is burned to the ground and my people's lives to be wasted in vain. Gather our forces we will circle around to gather the survivors in Silvermoon "the woman ordered.
Sylvanas Windrunner was raised of noble heritage and then appointed Ranger General when her elder sister Alleria was lost in the demon realm of the Outland. Naturally she was praised for her graceful beauty and pristine Marksmanship with a bow. She was filled with overcoming determination to preserve her homelands, yet the reasonable part of her told her to retreat and pray to the Sunwell that the Alliance would reinforce and support her people in this horrendous time.