Thrall's wedding banquet invitation was sent to the Emerald Dream. After Ysera, Queen of the Green Dragon, read the invitation, her brows became gloomy and her mood was as irritable as the most terrifying nightmare.
Repairing the broken Outland is a matter of life and death for Azeroth. The nightmare-like reality makes Ysera feel extremely heavy, but she knows that there is nothing she can do.
Ysera must follow the Red Dragon Queen. The Red Dragon Queen decides to attend Thrall's wedding, and Ysera cannot refuse.
The lazy Ysera has long been accustomed to working but not contributing. She doesn't want to destroy Azeroth, let alone stop Thrall.
The invitation was sent to Darnassus. After Tyrande received the invitation, she thought for a long time but could not make up her mind to go to the Great Beast Den to find Malfurion.
"You stupid old deer, why don't you wake up from your sleep soon."
Tyrande yelled angrily and kicked Malfurion hard with his pointed deerskin boots, not caring about the large number of druids sleeping here.
After the green dragon Ysera received the invitation, Malfurion got the news and had already prepared to wake up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tyrande's distorted face. Not to mention how bad he felt, he felt
Life is so hard, I can only say helplessly:
"I already know, Tyrande, you must be worried about Thrall's wedding."
Tyrande then glanced at the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Garrosh sent a wedding invitation to Agna a few days ago. I ignored him. Now Thrall has driven away Garrosh and snatched Agna."
Na, you actually have the nerve to send the invitation, don’t you think it’s embarrassing?”
Malfurion said indifferently: "In the customs of the orcs, big fists are the last word. There is no shame in snatching a wife. This is tantamount to humiliating Garrosh."
"It's such an incomprehensible barbaric custom." Tyrande smoothed her hair and said angrily: "Mount Hyjal, the orcs have killed so many of our people, and now they invite us to destroy Azeroth together. The future of the night elves will be
What should I do? Should I go to the outside world and live under someone else's roof? Damn it, I can't possibly join forces with Thrall, I must stop him."
Malfurion sighed and advised in a low voice: "Tyrande, you are no longer young, why are you still so childish. In the face of terrible evil, whoever is the first to stand up and stop him will face the most terrible revenge.
The appropriate thing to do is to stay safe and watch from the sidelines."
Tyrande frowned and shouted angrily: "Are we going to sit back and watch Thrall destroy Azeroth?"
Malfurion shook his head and said confidently: "Of course not, there are some stupid fools in this world, let them stand up for us, bear Thrall's endless anger, and help us test how many trump cards Thrall has, and we
Just sit back and enjoy the rewards.”
Tyrande raised his eyebrows: "You mean Fandral Staghelm, yes, he is indeed a suitable candidate."
In recent years, Fandral Staghelm has been studying the soil of Un'Goro Crater. This magical soil can cultivate a plant called morning wheat.
Staghelm has realized that morning wheat is an extremely high-yielding crop. If a method can be found to cultivate it on a large scale, Azeroth will never be hungry again.
The night elves did not participate in the Battle of Northrend and have been recuperating. Staghelm is very satisfied with the peaceful days, and the relationship with Tyrande and Malfurion has also eased a lot.
However, Staghelm's peaceful life was soon disturbed. One of Staghelm's informants reported to him that Tyrande had received an invitation to Thrall's wedding. This informant was a priestess around Tyrande and was deeply loved.
Tyrande's trust has seen the contents of the invitation letter.
"Destroy Azeroth and use the power of the elements to repair Outland, I'm sorry Thrall can think of it."
Lu Helm rolled his eyes and thought for a while:
"No, Thrall is doing it for himself, to live forever, and even become an elemental lord. We night elves are immortal. Malfurion and Tyrande have no reason to cooperate with Thrall. I see, they want to borrow my
Hands on Thrall."
After figuring out the joints, Staghelit said seriously to the priestess:
"Tylande has discovered your identity. I will find a reason to transfer you to Feather Moon Fortress. You must be careful about Tyrande's vicious hands in the future. This woman's methods are extremely cruel."
The priestess asked gratefully: "Lord Staghelm, what have you decided?"
Fandral Staghelm said resolutely: "Although I have become Tyrande and Malfurion's knife, I must also become the sharpest knife to make Thrall pay the price for this world."
After the priestess was transferred away, Tyrande quickly found Staghelm. In the solemn Temple of the Moon, Tyrande smiled like a flower and said to Staghelit politely:
"Don't worry, Staghelm, this is just a little trick. Your loyal subordinates will not be harmed in any way. Now that you know Thrall's invitation, I would like to entrust you with a small task and help me prepare it for you.
Sal’s gift, I hope it can surprise Sal.”
Staghelm stared at the cunning woman and smiled nonchalantly: "Okay, Tyrande, you are on the side of justice again, and I will be the villain who is despised. As you wish, Tha
You will definitely have a wedding that you will never forget.”
Theramore.
Jaina has been preparing to persuade King Varian. This new Varian comes from a strange parallel world. Jaina bribed the royal guards of Storm Barrier, observed Varian's every move, and recorded them one by one.
Come down.
The more she learns about Varian, the greater her chances of Jaina's success.
Late one night, Guardian Aegwynn forcibly summoned the sleeping Jaina to the Mage Tower. The elegant former guardian drank tea leisurely. Jaina, who was wearing pajamas and taking off her makeup, had her hair messed up like a chicken coop.
Don't force a perfect smile.
"I detected the abnormal movement of the elements."
Aegwynn said nonchalantly: "It's Mount Hyjal, the place where Thrall's wedding was held, and the ruins of Nordrassil. This is a big movement. What do you want to do? Jaina?"
After waking up from her sleep, Jaina's thoughts were a little confused and she subconsciously replied: "I will remind Thrall that maybe changing the wedding venue is a good idea."
Aegwynn smiled and shook her head:
"This is not a smart decision. I know Sal's character. Your reminder can only gain a little favor. Sal may forget it in the blink of an eye. It's better to find another way."
Jaina calmed down a little and replied: "When Thrall was facing life and death and was about to be killed, I stood up to save his life, and he will always remember my kindness."
Aegwynn chuckled, wagging his finger and said: "In that case, Thrall will just tear you into pieces and eat you at all costs. This is the nature of the orcs."
Jaina scratched her head frantically and said in pain: "What should I do? Maybe I can let Thrall die and then take the opportunity to replace him."
Aegwin's expression became serious:
"No, Jaina, Thrall dares to do things that destroy the world. I suspect there are unknown secrets hidden behind him. You must try your best to help him, even if you fail, it doesn't matter. Of course, Theramore does not have to bear this
Once you lose, let the stupid King Varian help Thrall. When the orcs are in danger, it is always necessary for the human king to stand up and die for the orcs."