"I already know your purpose of coming, ancient allies."
Archdruid Malfurion hosted the tauren envoys from Highmountain in Moonglade. They came to Moonglade from Val'sharah. According to the original idea of the tauren, they were adjacent to Highmountain.
Reinforcements should be found in Val'sharah.
But it's a pity that they didn't...
Most of the druids in Val'sharah were transferred to the continent of Kalimdor to defend the holy land of Mount Hyjal due to the repeated battles in Felwood.
, there are simply not enough troops to help the tauren in Highmountain, but the archdruids Steelclaw and Moonclaw guarding Val'sharah also know very well that once Highmountain is captured by demons, Val'sharah will be next.
Once the demons launch a large-scale attack from the High Mountain, the Druid's holy land will fall in an instant. Therefore, they suggested that Meera High Mountain personally visit the Moonglade to discuss with Malfurion and dispatch some demons.
The Legion went to the Broken Isles to help the tauren drive away the demons.
But frankly speaking, the two great druids don't have much confidence in this either.
On the one hand, the battle to defend Mount Hyjal was fierce, and they had heard about the repeated battles in Felwood. There was no guarantee that spare troops would be available on the front lines. On the other hand, it was difficult for the night elves to judge their current attitude towards foreigners.
In the Battle of Silithus a year ago, even when the war situation was the most severe, the night elves did not send reinforcements. Only Shandris Yuyue's Southern Border Legion participated in that battle.
And it is said that that incident caused a big disagreement between Shandris and Tyrande. To this day, Shandris has not returned to the battlefield of Ashenvale.
But then again, the dilemma faced by the tauren in Highmountain now may be the situation that Val'sharah will face in the future. If they don't help the tauren now, after the demons occupy Highmountain, the night elves will have to be cruel and abandon Val'sharah.
Sarah's Holy Land, otherwise they would still have to send troops, so now Malfurion is also worried.
He sat in the forest hall in Moonlight Grove, looking at Mela Gaoling and Elder Blackhorn in front of him. The Archdruid frowned, while Blackhorn looked at the towering antlers of the Archdruid in front of him.
With the wings on his arms and his face covered with natural magic patterns, Black Horn could easily feel the huge energy in Malfurion's body. There was no doubt that he was a powerful druid.
"What I want to know is, how long can our tauren friends in Highmountain hold on?"
Malfurion looked at Meira, who said with some uncertainty:
"My father managed to command the High Mountain, Skyhorn and Rivermane clans despite his serious injuries. We can still hold on to our two defense lines outside of the Thunder Totem, but the Blood Totem's rebellion left us in the northwest of High Mountain.
The defense of the army has been completely collapsed. It is said that Turuk has defected to the Burning Legion. They have begun to respond to the demonic attack on a large scale. The situation is very bad..."
Elder Blackhorn, who was sitting next to Meera, took over. He coughed lightly and said to Malfurion:
"In the best case scenario, we can sustain it for about three months. In the worst case scenario, once the Fel Vrykul of Stormheim joins the battlefield, the entire defense line of Highmountain will completely collapse in one month at most.
To the southwest of the ridge, the druids of Val'sharah and our warriors are guarding the outpost, but with all due respect, Archdruid, the number of demons is ruthless and endless, and we cannot place our hopes on the stupidity of the demons.
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This mature tauren elder keenly grasped the issues that Malfurion had to take into consideration. He pondered and said:
"The road leading from the southwest of Highmountain to Val'sharah has almost no natural dangers that can be defended. Once the demons advance straight in, even if we want to continue to "protect" Val'sharah, it will be difficult for us to do so."
Black Horn emphasized the word "protect", which made Malfurion frown even higher. Of course he understood what Black Horn meant, but the problem was that he no longer had any spare troops on hand.
After the War of the Ancients, the night elves' standing legions only had the Sentinel Legion and the Druids. After ten thousand years of peace, even the ancient watchmen have withered. In the last war of Silithus, the former
The Watchers who went to support also suffered heavy injuries, not to mention that there was still some conflict between the leader of the Watchers, Maiev Shadowsong, and his wife, Tyrande.
But after careful consideration, Malfurion had to make a choice.
He looked at Elder Black Horn in front of him, and then at Meira Gaoling who looked expectant, and he said in a deep voice:
"On the front line of Felwood, we really can't spare many troops...but I can instruct the Watchers to return to Azsuna. Their headquarters is there. After they return, they will rush to Highmountain as soon as possible.
Participate in the battle, and I can mobilize some of our druids and sentries in Silithus Fortress, the number is about 5,000."
"Watcher?"
Elder Blackhorn pondered for a moment. As a native of the Broken Islands, he had heard the legendary stories about the Watchers on the edge of the ruins of Azsuna. Such an elite team joined the battlefield. Although it was definitely not possible to turn the tide of the battle immediately due to the small number of people, the Watchers
Their assassination abilities are enough to help Highmountain persist longer. As for the other 5,000-man army, it can also allow those already tired warriors to rest for a while.
Although Mera, who was sitting next to Elder Blackhorn, was a little disappointed, she was the chief's daughter after all, and she expressed her gratitude to the Archdruid in a very decent manner.
"Thank you very much for your help, Archdruid."
Elder Blackhorn did not try to ask for more support. It could be seen from Malfurion's expression that the current situation of the night elves was not optimistic, but the elder made another request:
"Can the Luna Priests in the Temple of the Moon in Val'sharah go to Highmountain to support?"
Black Horn said:
"With their powerful healing capabilities, we are confident that the demons will not break through the defense line in the next six months, and I heard that the Moon Temple in Val'sharah is directly managed by Ms. Tyrande. As long as she clicks
With this head, we can see the hope of this war."
"I'm sorry, but they have their mission."
Malfurion did not hesitate at all and rejected Black Horn's request. Seeing the astonishment in Black Horn's eyes, the archdruid smiled bitterly, lowered his voice, and said to the tauren elder in front of him:
"The devil has snatched the holy hammer passed down from generation to generation from the tauren. I once saw that powerful holy hammer in the hands of the powerful and brave Huon Gaoling. This is very regrettable, but Varsha
There is another important thing stored in the Moon Temple of La... Do you understand what I mean?"
"Ah, I see..."
A flash of understanding flashed in Black Horn's eyes. No wonder even when Val'sharah was directly threatened by demons, the priests in the Moon Temple did not come forward to help... It turned out that what they were ordered to guard was another creation.
Pillar.
"That was my presumption."
Black Horn nodded, and he and Meira stood up. Although the request for help this time was not smooth, at least the night elves gave reinforcements to their allies, and they could not say anything else.
Seeing Black Horn and Meera leaving with disappointment, Malfurion felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. After all, he and Hun Gaoling had fought side by side on the battlefield of Azshara thousands of years ago, and they were still there.
Under the witness of the guardian dragon, they made a covenant to help each other. Meira in front of him can be regarded as his descendant. Due to emotions and reasons, he should lend a helping hand to such an ally.
After a brief thought, Malfurion made up his mind. He stood up and called to Meera who was about to leave:
"If...if you really need reinforcements, then I suggest that you don't leave Kalimdor immediately and go further south to see. There is a tauren clan with the same origin as yours in Thunder Bluff, and the Bloodhoof Tauren clan
People also have their allies, and more importantly... you have been out of touch with the world for too long. In this world, besides the Cenarion Circle, there is another druid organization."
Malfurion said sadly:
"My disciple, Fandral Staghelm, and his like-minded companions have reorganized the Blightcaller Druid faction. Compared to the Cenarion Circle, which is currently trapped in the demonic war, they should still be able to fight. You can also go to the Barrens.
In the Razor Highlands of the land, Agamaggan, the demigod of the wilderness in ancient times, has returned, and the quilboar civilization, our once common ally, has also begun to recover."
"I mean, you might be able to find enough allies there..."
Seeing the hope shining in the eyes of Meera and Black Horn, Malfurion felt that he had sinned deeply. He had violated the ancient covenant and failed to help his former allies. Now he still expected the disciples who had parted ways with him to shoulder his former mission. This
It made Malfurion feel very weak and incompetent.
But even so, he did not refuse to provide advice to the Highmountain Tauren because of face issues. For Malfurion, his own dignity and the survival of hundreds of thousands of lives, he would choose the latter without hesitation.
"And, finally...if you are truly out of ammunition and food, and there is no hope..."
The archdruid pursed his lips, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice:
"Then you can go to the continent across from the Endless Sea. There is another civilization there. That civilization is protected by an extremely powerful force, and I heard that there is also an undying relationship between that force and the devil."
At the end of the sentence, Malfurion leaned down to the two tauren in front of him and said softly:
"Sorry, allies, but this is the limit of what we can do."
"No, no, no, no need to apologize, Archdruid."
Elder Blackhorn hurriedly took a few steps forward and held Malfurion's arm. He could feel the struggle and pain in the heart of the great druid in front of him, which made him couldn't help but ask:
"Is the situation of the night elves really this bad? I heard that you have ruled this continent for the past ten thousand years, so your power should be very strong."
"Ah, that's bad."
The Archdruid rubbed his forehead and said to Elder Black Horn:
"More and more demons are enough to cause a headache, but recently a war between the Fel Orcs broke out in Ashenvale. Although the orcs quickly sent out troops to clean up the fallen orcs, the damage they caused was
Horribly, 7 arms warehouses in Astrana were burned down, thousands of civilians were displaced, and there are some hateful cultists who are secretly causing trouble. The worst of all is...Naga."
Malfurion glanced at Elder Blackhorn beside him:
"The Nagas also seized the opportunity. They plundered everywhere on the Black Coast. Our fleet was almost unable to leave the port. As a result, our army was overwhelmed. The situation could not get worse. And I heard that near the High Mountain,
Are there also Nagas causing trouble?"
"Yes, those sea bandits are everywhere..."
Elder Black Horn gritted his teeth and cursed:
"That group of soft-skinned snakes taking advantage of the situation can be seen throughout the Broken Islands!"
As he spoke, Elder Black Horn rolled his eyes and asked softly:
"I have a little question, Archdruid. It's out of some personal curiosity. On the way here, I heard that there are black dragons in Kalimdor? Hasn't this race disappeared for thousands of years?
"
"Oh, you should be talking about the black dragons in the human empire."
Malfurion acted as a master and sent Elder Blackhorn and Meera Gaoling to the exit of the forest hall. He explained to Elder Blackhorn:
"Deep in the Dustwallow Marsh on the northernmost border of the Human Empire, there are some black dragons allied with the Human Empire living there. They are different from other fallen black dragons. I have only heard of it. It is said that the fallen black dragons have been captured by the Eastern Kingdom.
The undead have been completely wiped out, and the remaining black dragons are all sane black dragons. It is said that the civilians of the human empire regard them as trustworthy allies."
Elder Black Horn's breathing became heavy at this moment, and he asked:
"Are they...those black dragons many in number?"
"a lot of!"
Malfurion recalled what he had seen and heard, and he smiled and said to Ebon Horn:
"There are at least 10 of them."
"That's really worth a visit..."
Elder Black Horn murmured to himself, and after a moment, he waved goodbye to the druids in Moonlight Grove. The moment he stepped into the portal leading to Feather Moon Fortress, amid the rolling of natural energy, Black Horn
Elder Jiao's black eyes suddenly changed. Although it was only for a short second, you could still clearly see that his eyes turned into yellow snake pupils at that moment...
This honest and gentle tauren is actually... a dragon!
