"...Alright, I have a general grasp of the situation now."
Andreas rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on as he looked at the chaotic scene on the other end of the real-time Arcane projection. Leticia was chasing after Lunara with a fanatical smile, forcing the poor Dryad to gallop around on her four hooves to evade her.
Shandris, who was responsible for the communication, had a corner of her mouth twitching violently. "That's the basic gist of it. We didn't get any useful intelligence from interrogating that Satyr. Instead... I think it's necessary to find some time to discuss Leticia's 'upbringing policy' with you."
Phew~
Ending the energy-consuming long-range communication, Andreas offered a wry smile of gratitude to Delier. The Moon Guard captain maintained a stiff face as he led his group of subordinates—who were desperately stifling laughter—out of Andreas' office.
"...Hahaha!"
"Don't laugh! At least wait until you're further away... pfft~"
The "disrespectful" noises coming from outside the door made Andreas' brow twitch repeatedly.
"Sigh~ Disgrace to the family name."
Helplessly patting his forehead and forcing himself to ignore the fallout of Leticia's lack of self-restraint, Andreas shifted his attention back to the increasingly arrogant Satyrs.
"Living sacrifices, secret passages... it seems these demonic lapdogs are getting restless."
Xal'atath spoke with a tone of schadenfreude, "Heh heh~ Judging by this trend, a new storm will likely emerge soon. After over two hundred years of peace, I'll finally get to see something interesting."
Andreas ignored Xal'atath's dangerous remarks. Old Gods were naturally fond of stirring up trouble, even if they were just fragmented souls. Having just finished his trip to Eldre'Thalas, Andreas originally intended to take a short break to further advance Moonshadow's Rest's technology tree, but it seemed the Satyrs weren't planning to grant him that time.
Andreas didn't know the exact date of the Satyr War in the original history, but he estimated that the outbreak of the Satyr uprising had been moved forward. As a transmigrator, he knew these Satyrs hiding in the dark would eventually cause trouble.
He had intentionally suggested that Shandris move the training front to Felwood, significantly squeezing the Satyrs' living space. Even if they weren't fully prepared, the Satyr leader would likely choose to strike first to avoid having their lair discovered and wiped out by the Night Elves.
"Speaking of which, what was the name of the Satyr leader again?" Andreas flipped through his notebook but couldn't find a specific record. "Sa...vius? No, Sa-something? I forgot..."
...
Leticia stared at the lingeringly fearful Lunara with starry eyes, volunteering to join the search for the Satyr lair in Felwood. However, Shandris ultimately rejected her request due to her "impure motives."
Part of the reason was Lunara's adamant opposition, and the other part was based on political considerations. Tyrande had already issued orders; she wanted Shandris to use this battle to build the prestige and reputation of the Sentinel forces.
Although the Sentinel General harbored private reservations about Tyrande's orders and the intentions behind them, they were direct orders from her superior. As the leader of the Sentinels, she had to obey the High Priestess.
Leticia belonged to Moonshadow's Rest. Although Tyrande hadn't stated it explicitly, she had long viewed this town established by Andreas and its associated forces as potential competitors. Andreas himself had no intention of seizing power; he merely wanted to place a "Tightening Hoop" on Tyrande to prevent her from acting recklessly according to her whims.
But Tyrande clearly didn't see it that way. In her eyes, the Shadow of the Dark Moon sect initiated by Andreas was a desecration of the original Elune scriptures, and the Shadow of the Dark Moon was a "false religion" he created to compete for status within the Elune faith system.
From theocratic to political and military power, everything about Moonshadow's Rest rubbed her the wrong way. If Malfurion hadn't strictly rebuked her for her visible hostility, Tyrande might have impulsively led troops to attack Moonshadow's Rest.
If the forces of Moonshadow's Rest were allowed to join a war intended to make the Sentinels famous, the glory and merit that should have belonged to the Sentinels and herself might be snatched away. Tyrande would never let that happen.
Andreas also knew what that power-hungry woman was thinking. He had never actively sent regular troops to Felwood, at most allowing scouts to accept Shandris' dispatch for reconnaissance.
So here's the problem. Andreas crossed his arms in thought. How do I convince that foolish woman to let Moonshadow's Rest troops join the fight?
After some reflection, Andreas shook his head with a bitter smile. "Forget it. It's likely impossible in the early stages of the war. Perhaps only when the situation takes a turn for the worse will Tyrande snap back to her senses."
Despite her many flaws, Tyrande would not gamble with the overall safety of the entire race. In Andreas' perception, this was one of her few saving graces. However, Andreas also knew that his view of Tyrande was just as subjective as hers of him—inevitably colored by bias. After all, they were fundamentally incompatible, and neither had the desire to understand the other deeply.
While he personally felt a strong dislike for Tyrande, Andreas still had confidence in Malfurion. The brothers Malfurion and Illidan weren't blind... well, Illidan was technically blind. But their shared love for Tyrande wasn't just because they were childhood friends or because she was beautiful; Tyrande must have some shining qualities capable of attracting them... Andreas just wasn't interested in digging for them.
Forget it, I'll wait patiently for now. Satyrs aren't that easy to deal with. Andreas rubbed his brow with some concern. I hope Shandris remains at the highest state of alert at all times. I recall there were some internal disturbances during this war... what were they?
After over two hundred years, Andreas' memories from his past life had become very blurred. Even the contents recorded in his notebook couldn't cover everything. He only vaguely remembered that some issues occurred within the Night Elf ranks during the Satyr War, but he really couldn't recall the specifics.
...
Contrary to Andreas' expectations—where he predicted a direct conflict between the Sentinels and the Satyrs within five years—matters did not progress as he imagined.
Over the next hundred years, no matter how hard Shandris searched, she couldn't find the Satyr lair, only destroying a few small outposts sporadically. Additionally, the Sentinels discovered numerous secret passages leading to various surrounding areas.
A secret passage bordering the Ruins of Bathran in Ashenvale was found by Nassa leading a unit of combat priestesses. Those unlucky Satyrs were caught red-handed by Nassa while she was on patrol, just as they had finished digging through the mountain wall. The result... goes without saying.
Most of the secret passages bordering Darkshore were also found and sealed one by one by personnel sent by Leticia, who was stationed there. The area near Astranaar was also strictly monitored by Shandris.
"It's truly strange." Shandris and Lunara had killed many Satyrs over the past hundred years, but they had never discovered the enemy's headquarters. Instead, the Satyrs, with their decent reproductive capacity, seemed to be growing in number.
"Let's change our perspective." On the other end of the Arcane projection, Andreas offered his suggestion. "Since the Satyrs can dig holes, is it possible they transferred most of their kin out of the heavily guarded Felwood long ago?"
Shandris countered, "But we've thoroughly checked all the surrounding areas and found nothing..."
"No, there are still places you haven't looked."
Andreas stood up and walked to the map hanging at the far end of his office. He tapped a finger on a snowy white region, then moved it to a small basin surrounded by mountains in the upper-left corner of that area.
"Winterspring... and Moonglade."