A successful night indeed. Our plan worked close to perfection, as the Horde believed us to be assaulting Orgrimmar. Hah!

So easy, it seems, to deceive the Horde. They are foolish, of course, unable to see the truth in any plan. We even gave them clues.

Undercity's guards fell around us, undead finally going to rest. Bones were cracked, flesh torn apart. They were fools to join the Horde.

The sewer network took us where we needed. Undercity can finally mourn deaths from a long time ago. Guards, merchants, workers; a hive of activity, so easily stopped.

When the Horde armies finally turned up, oh, they were stupid. A direct assault left some knocked down, wounded, stunned. We quickly opened a portal, as planned, dragging the wounded out after us, back to Darnassus.

In Darnassus, we heard of Horde attacks on our own cities. Hah, a spiteful way to attempt revenge. Such spite, hate I see in them. Hate for good reason, oh, yes, for we were a match. This is what brings the Horde's downfall: spite. They are built upon spite, refusal to accept truth. They refuse to remember who the world's protectors are...

Orcs? Hah, bloodthirsty, corrupt creatures from a shattered world. The undead? Slavering minions, only freed from the Lich King to serve a Lich Queen. Trolls are no more than primitives, savages living in tribes and worshipping false gods. The tauren are too stuck in the days of old, when shamanism, druidic rituals and tribal hunts worked. The Blood Elves are an unfortunate race: power-hungry and addicted to magic. Were it not for their insatiable lust for the arcane, they may be noble brothers and sisters of the Grand Alliance once again. We were not named "Grand" for nothing...

We moved on, this time flying to Ratchet. With supplies from the Goblins, we marched on to Bloodhoof Village. Tauren fell left, right, and centre, as very few Alliance were cut down. Their primitive weapons and guns were little against the might of ordered assaults.

Eventually, the Horde force turned up again, after losing us in Undercity. A well-ordered retreat took us out of the village, dispersing in different directions to avoid pursuit. I doubt that Bloodhoof will recover soon...

Thunder Bluff was our next stop - we had dwindled in numbers by now, but nevertheless fought hard. We threw Hordelings from the bluffs and blew them off their own lifts, even turning tauren upon tauren in battle. It is indeed interesting that even the Horde guards will turn against their friends in the face of a great foe. The area around the lifts to Elder's Rise are severely damaged... Hopefully enough to hinder the Horde for now.

Time to take a break... The Horde is crumbling, and the Alliance is taking little damage in return. They began this war by attacking our leaders, and we will be repaid for our loss... In blood. Horde blood.