Once again, you claim multiple source, yet don’t actually have any.
Malfurion is seen commanding Sentinels in Warcraft III, in the Curse of the Worgen comic during the War of the Satyr, and most recently in Elegy:
- “Sentinel Eriadnar,” Malfurion said, moving toward her.
She sat on the edge of the pool, her slumping form revealing that she was still worn from her travels, but she got to her feet at his words.
“No, Sentinel, you have earned the right to sit. What grim news do you bear?”
She sank back wearily. “I come from Silverwind Refuge. Almost all of our outposts suffered a coordinated attack by the Horde. Anaris Windwood is dead. Delaryn Summermoon commands in her stead. She sent me to tell you—” For the briefest of instants, it seemed as if the Sentinel could not bring herself to utter the words. Then she spoke, in a voice that cracked. “To tell you that an army is coming.”
For so long, Malfurion had lived in expectation of this news—that one day, the Horde would rouse and turn its cruel eye toward Darnassus. It had finally happened. He and Tyrande had fallen for a ruse. They had sent their fleet south, toward Silithus, exactly as the Horde had wished them to. The kaldorei had never been more vulnerable.
But the Horde would not win. They did not appreciate what they had roused in this brazen attack on night elven territory.
They did not understand that they would be fighting more than the inhabitants of Ashenvale. By the respectful but commanding hands of Malfurion Stormrage and the druids he had trained, the Horde would come under attack from Ashenvale itself. Doubtless, the warrior Saurfang would be prepared for battle. And he and his forces might well win against other warriors, but not against what those warriors protected. The resolution settled inside him, and Malfurion stood even taller, already preparing his mind and spirit for what was to come.
The Sentinel had sensed the change in him, and seemed reassured, if a little unnerved, by it.
“Thank you for your haste,” he told her, calmly. “When you are rested, I have another task I would ask of you.”
It was the Sentinel—Eriadnar, Anduin thought her name was. “This is only the beginning. Shan’do Malfurion has issued orders for a complete evacuation—not only of the city, but of the surrounding area of Darkshore.”
I have sent a message to General Feathermoon, the archdruid had written. The fleet, bearing the general’s soldiers, is to return immediately. I have authorized magi to assist you as well, and will be making my own way to Ashenvale shortly.
Have courage, Commander Summermoon. You are not alone.