War had indeed come to the Night Elves. Skullcrusha had
learned that the Alliance believed the Horde were marching towards Silithus,
and as such had rallied the Kal’dorei navy to sail southwards. They had been
deceived in a plan that Skullcrusha begrudgingly admitted was tactically sound,
even if it meant less Kal’dorei to kill. He remembered what felt like a
lifetime ago when he had first fought the Night Elves. Years of warfare and
bloodshed had led to this final march on the Kal’dorei…and he would not play a
part.
Part of Skullcrusha was bitter over that. He was merely an
observer in a war he by right should be part of. Of course, the Horde that
marched was not the Horde he had served and would kill him as readily as the
Alliance would. All still remembered the terrible price paid at the Siege of
Orgrimmar, and a walking reminder of such horrors would sit ill with any living
mortal. As such, the tyrannical warrior of old watched.
Well as part of Flames of War’s Siege of Tirisfal event, he’s currently home recovering from torture by the Alliance so he wouldn’t have been at the final battle itself to see events unfold.
That said once he learns what’s happened: he wouldn’t say it in public, but he feels it Sylvanas got what she deserved in losing her capital city after burning down Teldrassil. And he finds it particularly poetic that she decided to just straight up blight it. Alliance holding it is more temporary than blight. However, he’s also partly glad she denied the Alliance the Undercity, as well, because he’s still got to fight in this war and allowing them to have more resources to turn against the Horde would be bad.
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