Tyrande's expression was quite complicated. To the High Elves, those old grievances with the Night Elves were already history from several generations ago, but for Tyrande, they were personal experiences. To say there were no hard feelings would be impossible.
Yet she could prioritize the situation at hand. Now, with a great enemy before them, the possibility of having such a group of powerful warriors to aid them was not something she would refuse.
Tyrande sighed, "My city has already fallen into the flames of war, and I will not refuse any help. Look, those barbaric centaurs have already invaded the city. There are too many of them; my warriors can't hold them off. Only by holding this intersection can we hope to cut off the enemy's onslaught, but my forces have been scattered, and I can't make contact with them."
Indeed, beneath the tree tower, the centaur army could be seen flooding into the city like a torrent.
The heroes, upon seeing this, suddenly lit up with excitement.
