A large Horde caravan slowly made itâs way up the slopes of Mt Hyjal, wooden wheels creaking and groaning under itâs heavy load. Then, the shadows of the trees on either side of the road seemed to pull free from their sources and a pair of fully armed and armored Sentinels manifested, pointing their three-pointed throwing glaives at the caravan.
âHold, Horde! You dare to entire sacred Night elf territory? After all youâve done, you actually think weâd let you in alive, let alone unchallenged?â
The orc driving the forward wagon looked down at them, and blinked his eyes, first one, then the other, as his brain slowly processed the new information they were sending him. Spitting out the rock he had been chewing on, he rose up in his seat to speak. âHellos, nelves! Me hurd yoo growering nu tree, after we burnted down your old one! My sorry!â he exclaimed with what seemed like genuine regret.
The Sentinels shifted uneasily. He appeared harmless enough by orcish standards, but still⌠Their leader eyed the cart, with itâs large rough-cut tarp over the top, covering a mound of some unidentified material. âWhat do you carry on your carts, orc? Know that we will not let you past without being allowed to search it first, assuming that we allow you to pass at all, and WILL kill you if you try to stop us from doing so!â
The orc merely nodded his head with an excess of enthusiasm, spittle flying everywhere as he did so. âIt okay! Me bring something to help grows nu tree! Fresh from Mulgore, many taurenens donated!â
A Sentinels lowered her weapons slightly. She started to speak, and then the wind shifted, blowing from behind the carts and towards them. âTauren donated whaaAAAAAAGH OH SWEET ELUNE!â She dropped her weapon and clutched at her face, desperately trying to prevent her own nose from fleeing via ripping itself free from her body. Her sisters were all in similar straits, falling back and landing hard on their petite purple rumps, screaming and retching.
The orc caravan driver turned and torn the tarp away, revealing a huge pile of green-brown sludge. âFertilizer! For tree!â he said happily.
Sadly, the gift was not apricated, and nothing the Horde seemed to try to do to make up for the burning of Teldrassil, not the offer of free fertilizer, nor many other similar offers, ever placated the Alliance in general and Night elves in particularâs hatred for the other faction.