Meera Gaoling's cold gaze swept across the entire audience, and all the tauren wisely shut their mouths.
"The High Mountains belong to me. Taking refuge in Thrall, the great savior, is the path of justice. How can it be considered betrayal?"
Meera Gaoling's voice continued to rise, her words were clear and her reasons were sufficient.
Surrender is a shame.
Refusing to surrender would be tantamount to betraying the chief.
What should you do when the chief's orders conflict with your own morality?
For ordinary tauren, it must be admitted that the chief is right.
But we have to admit that surrendering is wrong.
If you don't have the guts to resist the chief and don't want to surrender, then you have no choice but to die.
A large number of Highmountain tauren jumped off the Thunder Totem like dumplings.
"For Highmountain."
"For Azeroth."
Meera Gaoling was so angry that she yelled: "Idiot, would you rather die than be sold to the orcs?"
From Meera Highmountain's point of view, the Highmountain tauren are her personal property.
Every tauren is a heavy weight. The more tauren you sell to the savior, the higher your status will be.
Chen Stormstout looked at this scene in surprise. More than 10,000 Lightforged Orcs were sacrificed, and the number of Highmountain tauren killed was far less than the number of suicides.
Immediately afterwards, the door to Thunder Totem opened, and Meera Gaoling led a large group of soul walkers to kneel down in front of Chen Stormstout.
Meila Gaoling climbed a few steps on her knees and said humbly:
"Warchief, the Thunder Totem will always be open to you. This is your canteen. The Highmountain Tauren are very willing to make your food."
Chen Stormstout touched his chin, feeling proud and feeling the delicious taste of power.
"Sal, if it were you, what should you do?"
Chen Stormstout consciously assumed the role of Thrall, grinned and said:
"Very good. I'm glad to see that the tauren of Highmountain have awakened, joined the team to save Azeroth, and become food gloriously."
Meila Gaoling raised her head, her face filled with excitement:
"It is an honor for the tauren of Highmountain."
Behind her, countless Highmountain tauren lowered their heads and shed tears of sadness.
The glory goes to the chieftain, and the misery goes to all Highmountain tauren.
Chen Stormstout learned from Thrall and built a slaughterhouse in Lei Tong Totem, where countless Highmountain tauren were slaughtered.
This was a catastrophe, and news quickly spread throughout Azeroth.
In the midst of panic and horror, people realized that Chen Stormstout was just as vicious as Thrall.
Fear is the best reputation.
Countless praises came from all directions, thanking Chen Thrall Stormstout for defeating the Highmountain Tauren and once again saving Azeroth.
Broken Isles, Val'sharah, Temple of the Moon.
Tyrande concluded her prayer.
Recently, enlightenment has become more and more vague, and it has been a long time since I received the will of the Moon God.
Tyrande felt like she was walking in a fog, unable to see clearly, and in desperate need of guidance.
The tragedy of the tauren in Highmountain reached Tyrande's ears, and she couldn't help but think of Thrall's dragon-blooded orcs back then.
In just over ten years, the Highmountain tauren encountered another disaster.
Although reluctant, Tyrande still sent priests to Orgrimmar to congratulate Chen Stormstout for saving Azeroth.
Tyrande was walking in the courtyard of the Temple of the Moon. The sky was not bright, and a hint of haze blocked the sun.
For some reason, Tyrande felt panicked in her heart, as if something was about to happen.
A strange sound came to Tyrande's ears. She stood up suddenly, looked around alertly, quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and complained:
"Malfurion, is this game interesting?"
Just behind Tyrande, Malfurion, who had transformed into a cheetah, released his invisibility.
"Tylande, you are still as alert as before." Malfurion smiled.
Tyrande looked very unhappy and said sarcastically:
"Why did you end your slumber? Is it because Ysera is no longer in the Emerald Dream?"
Malfurion touched his nose and smiled bitterly:
"I feel that Ysera has deceived us. Forget it, let's not talk about this. What do you think of the rise of Chen Stormstout?"
Tyrande said calmly: "Of course I pray to the moon god Elune for guidance."
Malfurion sat on a stone pillar nearby and said thoughtfully:
"Poor Meira Gaoling, we met a few days ago. If you face the same choice as her, what should you do?"
Tyrande frowned. This was suspicion of the moon god. If Malfurion was not her partner, it would be blasphemy.
"Elune, the moon god, would not let the night elves find themselves in this situation."
Malfurion shook his head gently and said seriously:
"Ten thousand years, how many times have we learned lessons, the rise of the kobold empire, the rapid reproduction of murlocs, the threat of furbolgs, and the recent invasion of the Burning Legion. That time the moon god Elune gave us help? Just like that
Huon Highmountain will not help the Highmountain tauren, and how often has the moon god Elune ever cared about our lives?"
Tyrande was so angry that he almost exploded: "Stop, Malfurion, stop doubting the moon god immediately."
"Countless experiences and lessons have been put in front of us, why don't you admit it?" Malfurion shook his head in disappointment:
"When Ysera is here, even if the worst happens, we can take refuge in the Emerald Dream. All races must give the Green Dragons some face. Now that Ysera is gone, if Chen Stormstout leads the light-forged orcs to kill
Come on, do you only know how to kneel in the Temple of the Moon and pray?"
Tyrande's face was distorted: "I don't understand, Malfurion, what made you have such evil thoughts? It's so stupid."
Even if countless facts are before our eyes, they cannot change Tyrande's faith in the moon god Elune.
Once this only source of support is lost, being the leader of the night elves will no longer be justified.
It's hard to convince someone, and it's almost impossible to convince someone who is deliberately pretending to be stupid.
Malfurion looked at the sky and murmured: "No matter how you look at it, the Druid Legion must make changes. I am already considering the path of the Fire Druid."
Tyrande smiled sarcastically and said: "Why, the master has to learn from his disciples. Don't forget that the way of druid originated from the moon god Elune."
Malfurion was tangled and conflicted in his heart.
He yearns for the power of the Fire Druid, but is also worried about offending Elune and taking back all the power of the Druid.
An inappropriate voice sounded:
"Only the power in your own hands is real. If you rely on gifts from others, you may lose it at any time."
Malfurion and Tyrande turned around in a hurry, and a stranger actually sneaked into the heavily guarded Moon Temple.
A Draenei stood behind him, looking at the couple with a smile.
"It's you, Amador the Draenei, oh, no, my dear brother, Illidan Stormrage."
Malfurion's voice was full of resentment, and Illidan's power became more and more unfathomable, deeply irritating him.
Tyrande on the side was extremely vigilant, sneaking towards the Tears of Elune in her arms.
Illidan smiled slightly: "After ten thousand years, I think you have long seen that I am not your brother. And you, Tyrande, the so-called love for you is just a lie to confuse the world. I don't
I will like you, but the real Illidan despises you."
"You!" Tyrande was furious.
Illidan transformed into the form of a night elf, sat upright and said in a low voice: