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“Form ranks!” Sylvanas’s voice cut sharply across the amassed troops currently flanking either side of the Wrathgate.
Already, there were gargoyles accosting their army. And already, their enemy was suffering losses, where they were suffering none.
“Fire!”
A volley of arrows took out yet another wave of the winged creatures, and Sylvanas led her unit of Rangers to one side even as Alleria seemed to mirror her every motion on the other.
Soon enough, they had cleared enough room to funnel their foot units in.
Jaina’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched both her men and those of Quel’Thalas thunder into the snow-covered clearing. But there was no time to think.
There was only time to act. Only time to coordinate her spells in a way that would both protect those less magically inclined, and impede the enemies they were fighting.









