A few days go, as the skirmishes between Kingship and Nyx escalate, Lady Nyx finally appears. Using Oracle Tomoyo as the body to present the message, she announced this for all of Azeroth to hear,

“Hear this, so-called Kingship, for this one before you is an Oracle of the Lady Nyx, and an instrument of my will on this world of Azeroth

Thy insult to our self has gone on for far too long. I rebuke you, I rebuke your followers, and I rebuke your “terms” as the pathetic yapping of a contemptuous foe that they are, and as making the scrap of paper they were written on worth less than if it had been blank. Azeroth will run red with the blood of those who stand in our way, and none, not the least your petty self proclaimed king and your hordes of unwashed, mindless slaves, shall hold back our wrath. Rise up, my champions, and let loose the dogs of war. We shall swoop down on them, and we shall show no mercy, until this stain upon our honor is reduced to a mere bloodstain on our blades!

To our Brothers and Sisters of the Horde Assembly, we invite you to join us in this glorious slaughter. Not their men nor their women nor their children shall we spared our righteous vindication. No longer shall we suffer this indignation. The so-called Kingship seeks to divide and conquer, to force all those who would dare to stand against him to capitulate. They understand not honor, nor true friendship, comradeship and loyalty. This Kingship underestimates the conviction and pride that dwells in all our hearts, but we will show them, mark our words, we shall show them. They will know us, and they will fear us, and when they lie bloodied and broken at our feet, we shall not even grace them with our spittle, for that would imply that they were worthy of our disgust. This is not revenge, this is not anger. This is pest extermination. They are but a plague of rodents, and this is a plague on our Azeroth that must not and shall not be permitted to exist any longer.

Heroes of the Horde, we must purge this plague. Blame not the misguided followers of the foul king, they have merely fallen under his thrall. But let that not stay your blade, for they have fallen beyond redemption, their minds long since poisoned by this silver-tongued false king and his delusions of a kingdom of a thousand years. The greatest mercy we can give them all is a quick death. May the light have mercy on their souls, for our Warlocks shall not.”

-Tasera of the Shatterspear Tribe
Umbral Champion of Lore.