Satyrs are not a species native to Azeroth or the Burning Legion; they are former Highborne whose life forms were twisted after defecting to the demons.
Due to Andreas' policy of equal treatment for all social classes, the population of Moonshadow's Rest was quite diverse, consisting of both Highborne and Night Elf commoners.
Under Andreas' policy guidance, the two groups maintained a relatively good relationship, and class contradictions in Moonshadow's Rest were far less severe than in Astranaar.
For example, the reclamation team led by Leticia included Druids and Warriors—representative combat roles of the commoners—as well as Highborne who wielded Arcane power. At this moment, regardless of their status, every member of the team felt immense fury at the appalling scene before them. Even the Arcanists, once Highborne themselves, felt ashamed of the Satyrs' bloody sacrificial acts.
Warriors must constantly grapple with the discipline of controlling their rage, and ironically, the Shield Warriors charging at the very front were the calmest. Under the control of silent fury, they kept their duties in mind, firmly blocking the Satyrs' path toward their teammates in the rear. Their practiced sword-and-shield combinations battered the ambushed Satyrs until they didn't know which way was up.
The reclamation team Leticia led was small, totaling only about thirty people. However, a dozen or so Satyrs posed little threat to them, especially since they had initiated the battle with a surprise attack.
The few Satyrs presiding over the ritual were relatively strong, lashing out with sharp claws at the team members. But under absolute numerical superiority and suppressed morale, their resistance failed to create any significant ripples.
Slash!
The Moonglaive Leticia hurled tore through the crowd of Satyrs, trailing a long streak of blood as it spun back toward its owner. With her hands free, Leticia rapidly chanted an incantation, her hands shifting through spell gestures.
"Shadow Word: Pain!"
Enhanced in range and power by the chant, Shadow Word: Pain was applied to all the Satyrs simultaneously. The Satyrs, who were preparing to counterattack, were struck by sudden, agonizing pain, causing their movements to falter to varying degrees.
The Shadow Priests in the rear of the reclamation team also timely bolstered their teammates with Power Word: Shield. The soft, moon-white light provided a great sense of security to the frontline fighters.
"Awoo!"
A black panther suddenly pounced from the shadows onto an elite Satyr in the innermost circle, its sharp claws carving three deep gashes across the creature's chest.
The defensive formation was crumbling, and the faces of the elite Satyrs surrounded in the center were hideous to behold.
"Damn it! Why are there Night Elves here too?"
"Forget it! Activate the ritual immediately! We need to summon demonic reinforcements, I don't want to die so miserably—ugh!"
Before it could finish, this Satyr with a strong will to survive was precisely sniped by Leticia. The Moonglaive that had just returned to her hand was hurled again, its razor-sharp edge decapitating the Satyr in mid-spin.
"Mind Blast!"
The soul-shaking vibration sent the three temporarily surviving elite Satyrs into a daze. By the time they regained their senses, the sudden ambush was already reaching its conclusion. The surrounding common Satyrs had been cut down by the ferocious Night Elves, and every angry gaze was now focused on the final three.
Swish!
Retrieving her Moonglaive, Leticia's expression was dark as she rested the blade against the neck of one of the Satyrs. The other two were being glared at by Feron in his bear form, his massive paws raised high, ready to drop at any second.
"Traitors, speak the truth!"
The edge of Leticia's Moonglaive had already cut into the surface of the Satyr's neck, blood trickling down the weapon. "Where is your lair, and what is your purpose for holding a sacrificial ritual here?"
"Hehehe..."
The Satyr threatened by Leticia let out an eerie, low laugh. Ignoring the blade at his throat, emerald-green Fel fire suddenly erupted across his body. Taking advantage of Leticia's instinctive retreat to avoid the Immolation, the Satyr lunged at her with a twisted expression, swinging his claws.
"For Sargeras!"
Leticia did not panic in the face of the sudden situation. Having spent years in the arena, she now possessed extensive combat experience. Her eyes, which had turned deep purple, stared fixedly into the Satyr's murky gray eyes.
"Mind Control."
Mind Control is one of the most representative Shadow spells, maximizing the property of Shadow energy to influence the mind. Depending on the target's mental resistance, it allows direct control over their body for a certain duration.
Individuals who use Fel energy usually don't have particularly strong willpower. Under the effect of Leticia's spell, the Satyr—who had been ready to take an enemy down with him—instantly lost the light in his eyes. He stood there dazed, dropping his hands.
Seeing that the enemy still dared to resist in such a desperate situation, Feron angrily swiped his claws, crushing the heads of the other two Satyrs into unidentifiable "mosaics." Red and white semi-solid fluids drenched his paws.
Leticia's eyes, glowing with deep purple light, remained fixed on the last surviving Satyr, while she multi-tasked to issue orders to the team.
"Feron, tie this guy up with your vines. Jorge, seal all the energy in his body. I want him alive."
Just then, a gratified laugh came from the shadows at the side of the cave. "Heh~ You really have grown a lot. No wonder Andreas felt confident letting you lead a team."
The expressions of everyone present shifted, and the vigilance they had just lowered was raised once again.
"Who's there?!"
A blue-haired woman dressed in light leather armor stepped out from the shadows. Feron and the others froze when they saw her familiar face.
"General Feathermoon? Why are you here?"
...
"Let me go! You incompetent cowards, the Satyrs and the Burning Legion will surely—mph! Mmmph!"
Feron stuffed his own stinky sock into the Satyr's mouth. The poor creature's eyes rolled back from the thick, pungent odor; he even wanted to self-destruct to end his life... unfortunately, he couldn't do so with his energy sealed.
Leticia curled her lip in disgust. "Eww! So gross. That's practically a 'biochemical weapon' like Andreas talks about."
Shandris rubbed Leticia's hair with an amused smile. "You little girl, you're clearly reliable when doing official business. Why are you still so quirky in private?"
Leticia squinted her eyes comfortably. "Hehe~ This is what Andreas calls self-regulation. I think it's called 'Gap Moe'? Staying in a serious state all the time just adds unnecessary fatigue."
Shandris's mouth twitched. What on earth is 'Gap Moe'... and self-regulation isn't supposed to mean letting yourself go completely, right?
"Ahem~" Unable to keep up with Leticia's rhythm, Shandris coughed to change the subject. "Lety, let me introduce someone to you."
Pointing to Lunara, who was poking the Satyr's backside with her spear, Shandris said somewhat speechlessly, "This is the eldest daughter of Cenarius, the Dryad Lunara... by the way, could you stop poking him?"
"Hmm? Oh, alright." Lunara retracted her spear and waved at Leticia with a bright smile. "Hello, I'm Lunara. You... huh?"
Seeing Leticia's expectant gaze, which seemed to be emitting light, Lunara instinctively shivered. "...What do you want?"
"So..."
"So?"
Leticia, trembling all over, finally lost control of her inner "primordial power." With a face full of a "fanatic" smile, she lunged at Lunara, hanging onto her deer-half. With a strange flush on her face, she began to pet Lunara's smooth hide to her heart's content.
"She's so cute!!"
"What are you doing?!! Shandris, pull her off me!"