Chen Stormstout targets Val'sharah in the Broken Isles.
For one thing, Val'sharah isn't as high-profile as the conflict in Ashenvale.
Second, Val'sharah is building the Temple of the Moon, the spiritual belief of the night elves. Once they occupy the Temple of the Moon, the night elves will lose their cohesion.
Third, Chen Stormstout played a clever trick and did not come forward. Instead, Meera Highmountain led the troops, limiting the conflict to the Highmountain tauren and night elves. It could only be regarded as a local conflict, not a serious one.
The Alliance and the Horde are at full war.
Once the Temple of the Moon and the Emerald Dream fall into the hands of the Horde, the night elves will lose their foundation and will fall into despair.
Chen Stormstout was proud of his conspiracy. After everything was arranged, he went to Pandaria for a vacation with great fanfare to avoid the limelight.
Although Meera Gaoling didn't dare to make an enemy of Chen Stormstout, letting her fight the night elves was full of enthusiasm and courage.
With a thousand Highmountain Tauren as the vanguard, followed by fifty thousand Lightforged Orcs, the Horde army marched toward Val'sharah in the name of saving Azeroth.
Facing the menacing tribe, the night elves gathered in the Temple of the Moon, and there was a lot of discussion, and everyone had a look of worry on their faces.
Since the battle on Mount Hyjal, the night elves have suffered heavy losses. After years of war, their numbers have declined instead of rising.
The absolute disadvantage in numbers caused the night elves to lose their footing, and they could only come to beg Malfurion and Tyrande.
Malfurion first awakened the Druid troops and prepared to fight, but unexpectedly he was rejected.
A druid said seriously: "Lord Malfurion, Thrall, the savior, has saved Azeroth time and time again. To be an enemy of the savior is to destroy Azeroth."
"What are you talking about?" Malfurion was going crazy: "Don't you know how ferocious the tribe is, we will all be eaten."
Another druid said impassionedly:
"We druids practice the art of transforming into bears, isn't it to make the tribe eat happily? It is our honor to be able to be the food of the savior."
Malfurion almost fainted after hearing this, regretting that he did not dare to teach the tauren the ways of the druid.
Tauren like to be the food of orcs, and they are complacent and proud of it, which affects all druids.
The druids were silent. It was obvious that most of them were unwilling to make food, but it was better to kill them all than to make them enemies of the great savior.
Malfurion sighed and began to understand Fandral Staghelm and the way of druidry could not protect the night elves.
Disappointed, Malfurion could only look for Tyrande.
Unlike the panicked tribesmen, Tyrande was most content, leisurely and elegant, watering the flowers in the small courtyard, and no matter how many tribesmen came to see her, none of them were seen.
Even Malfurion was turned away.
Malfurion was very angry, suddenly thought of something, and asked the priest next to Tyrande:
"I discussed with Illidan a few days ago about sending one hundred night elves to study at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Have you made arrangements?"
The priest did not dare to be negligent and replied: "Back to Lord Malfurion, Lord Tyrande set out the day before yesterday after careful selection and verification of background."
"What, you just set off the day before yesterday?" Malfurion was so angry that he almost lost his breath.
He knew that Tyrande was opposed to the night elves accepting the way of fel energy. Now the tribes were knocking on his door, and a hundred night elves had not yet arrived at the Light's Hope Chapel.
I hope that the demon hunters can drive away the tribe, but I can't hope for that now.
"Damn it, Tyrande missed something big."
Malfurion pushed aside the priest guarding the door, forced his way into Tyrande's courtyard, and roared:
"Tylande, what are you doing? The Horde army has already come to kill you, but you are still in the mood to water the flowers."
Tyrande took his time, put down the small kettle, straightened the hair on his forehead, and said with a faint smile:
"What are you worried about? With the protection of the moon god Elune, no enemy is invincible. We have come through this in ten thousand years."
Malfurion knew Tyrande, so he suppressed his anger and asked without hope: "Okay, Tyrande, what are you going to do?"
Tyrande smiled confidently: "I am going to take a bath and change clothes, and then pray to the moon god Elune. The moon god will definitely send down infinite divine fire to destroy all invading enemies."
"you!"
Malfurion thought that Tyrande could make changes, but he didn't expect that things would remain the same.
Unfortunately, Malfurion also lost his mind and turned around and walked away.
After walking out of Tyrande's small courtyard, a tribesman came over and asked:
"Do we need to mobilize the sentry troops?"
The night elves' Sentinel force was originally established by Tyrande, but as they became obsessed with the moon god Elune, this force drifted away from Tyrande.
Malfurion looked at the magnificent Moon Temple. It had been ten thousand years, but the Moon Temple had never been conquered.
However, it was the Sentinels, the Satyrs, and Illidan who protected this building. On the contrary, the moon god Elune never protected her sanctuary.
Malfurion began to hesitate.
According to the unwritten rules of the past, Tyrande prayed to the Moon God, Malfurion organized the sentinel troops to resist, and then all glory went to the Moon God Elune.
This time, Malfurion decided to make a change and said loudly:
"Moon Priestess Tyrande has decided to pray to the Moon Goddess Elune. You can do whatever it takes and wait for the Moon Goddess to unleash his boundless wrath and destroy the invading tribes."
After that, Malfurion left without looking back.
Unlike the Highmountain tauren, the night elves have extremely long lifespans, with many people living over 10,000 years.
A young and beautiful girl said: "For ten thousand years, the moon god Elune has never protected us."
The handsome young man nodded: "Ever since the earth fell apart thousands of years ago and Azeroth was torn apart, the moon god Elune only protects the faith and has never cared about our life and death."
"The Moon Goddess Elune is a true god, so does her temple need us mortals to protect it? Isn't this a huge irony?" Someone interjected.
"Yes, they say that the moon god is omniscient and omnipotent, but we are just ants. Ants cannot be protected, but have to protect the gods. There is no such truth in the world. I have a farm in the western wilderness that needs to be taken care of."
"There is still a business negotiation in Booty Bay, and I cannot be absent."
"God's affairs are of course handled by God himself. The black lotus in Winterspring Valley is about to mature."
Neither Malfurion nor Tyrande was willing to come forward. Everyone lost their will to resist and quickly dispersed.
Tyrande was in a good mood, so she took a bath and changed clothes as usual, then entered the prayer room, entered a state of meditation, and prayed devoutly to the moon god Elune.
I don't know how long it took, but as usual, there was no response from the moon god Elune. Tyrande opened her eyes and felt hungry in her belly.
She stood up, her beautiful curves flowing under the wide priest's robe, and walked barefoot to the rest room nearby.
According to past rules, food should be prepared here, usually her favorite osmanthus cake, plus a cup of scented tea.
But there was nothing.
Tyrande was very unhappy and frowned slightly, but still maintained good etiquette.
She walked out of the lounge and ran towards the main hall of the Moon Temple. The Moon Temple, which used to be crowded with people, was surprisingly quiet today, with no one there.
"What happened? What is Malfurion doing?" Tyrande suddenly felt inexplicable panic.
There was a tremor on the ground, it was the tauren trampling the ground, and the tribal army surrounded the Moon Temple.