She immediately remembered the beautiful Queen Azshara 10,000 years ago. Her charm and strength made people admire her, and she was unable to resist.
"We will replace him."
That's what Malfurion said at the time.
Since the orcs entered Azeroth, Tyrande and Malfurion knew about this species from the outside almost immediately. As the most powerful race in Azeroth, the night elves have the responsibility to protect the planet.
But the goddess Elune ordered the night elves not to act rashly.
Later, part of Gul'dan's fleet encountered a big storm, and a small number of orcs landed on Kalimdor.
That was the first time the orcs came into contact with the night elves. Tyrande received the instructions from the goddess, and the night elves secretly gave them a lot of assistance, which led to the emergence of the female orc Doras, the richest man in the tribe.
After that, Thrall built Orgrimmar in the Barrens. After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande gradually learned that the goddess valued the orcs, and the night elves had to give up some of their territory, such as Ashenvale.
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The orcs are the protagonists of this era, the Son of Destiny, and Thrall is the well-deserved savior. Opposing them will inevitably lead to no good end. Ten thousand years of experience have made this couple's vision already beyond that of mortals.
Although Tyrande and Malfurion were sour, they did not dare to disobey the goddess's order.
"Can you replace the orcs? Has the opportunity finally come?"
Tyrande felt that her patience during this period was not in vain, so she asked charmingly with a gentle smile.
"Dear Malfurion, my beloved, what shall we do?"
Malfurion stroked his green beard, his eyes flashed with wisdom, and he shook his head and said:
"Kane Bloodhoof's return from death means that the world has been in chaos, and the layout of the mastermind behind the scenes has been disrupted. That's why this tauren jumped out to save the situation. Kane Bloodhoof replaced the ancient
Erdan, his mission is to attract the Burning Legion. The unclear purpose of the goddess Elune proves that the goddess is not optimistic about Kane Bloodhoof.
"As long as we take the opportunity to eliminate Kane, Bloodhoof and the tauren, the big guys behind the scenes will have to find new spokesmen. This is a good opportunity. If it works well, the orcs, trolls, and tauren will all
It has been greatly weakened, even if the clan is not exterminated
That's right. The blood elves are just fagots, the goblins are merchants, and only Sylvanas can stand in the way. At that time, we only need to raise our arms and agree to take out the land of Lordaeron and divide it up, and all the races in the alliance will respond positively.
, destroying the Forsaken is easy.
"The tribe is basically destroyed, so who else can be the spokesperson? Humans? Wrynn and his son have no power. Werewolves? King Greymane is completely under our control. Dwarves? The proud pudgy black princess?
Dwarf, what is that? Not to mention Velen, an outsider, it can only be you and me. Whoever becomes the spokesperson can have both sides, gain huge benefits, and become the protagonist of the era like Thrall."
Malfurion's analysis made Tyrande's heart surge and her blood boil. She was full of longing for the huge benefits behind the scenes. Tyrande's beautiful eyes showed a strange light and she said excitedly.
"Yes, there is something strange about Kane Bloodhoof's return from death, but as long as we are prepared in advance, it is not difficult to deal with him. We only need to reply a letter and give Wo'jin confidence, and he will definitely defend with a hundredfold confidence.
Orgrimmar, in order to survive, he will not surrender even if he dies. When both sides are exhausted from the fight, I only need to send a few letters to the centaurs and quilboars, and coordinate with them to send troops. We don't even need the night elves to take action.
Destroy these damn tribes."
Malfurion smiled slightly, a cunning light shining in his eyes.
"Dear Tyrande, you are still as beautiful as before. Even Queen Azshara cannot match your glory. Your bright eyes are full of wisdom. What are you waiting for? The rise of the night elves depends on you.
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Tyrande felt dizzy, and her head was swollen with the desire for power.
She smiled and said to Malfurion: "You are really my sweetheart, Malfurion, okay, you can go back to sleep and live a happy life with your little Nana."
Like a happy bird, Tyrande hummed a song and walked out of the den happily.
When the wind outside blew, Tyrande's mind suddenly woke up. She raised her head and looked at the clear moonlight in the sky. She suddenly remembered something and gritted her teeth with hatred.
"Antlered Malfurion, you damn bastard, how dare you plot against me."
Malfurion painted a bright future for Tyrande, but everything he did was at the stage of hypotheticals. Although his guesses were very reasonable, they might be close to the truth to a large extent.
But what if this is not the goddess’s intention? Or what if the goddess suddenly changes her mind?
Don't try to figure out the mind and thoughts of a god easily.
As the High Priestess of Elune, Tyrande knew this commandment very well.
Yes, this is a big gamble, an adventure walking on the edge of a cliff.
If it succeeds, Tyrande, Malfurion, and the night elves will all gain huge benefits.
If he fails, Tyrande, who insists on going her own way, will lose the favor of the goddess and fall into a situation that is beyond redemption.
Malfurion and the night elves will also be implicated, but it will not be fatal.
The relationship between husband and wife is also full of calculations.
At this moment, Tyrande had to make a choice. She closed her eyes and recalled the road she had traveled over the past ten thousand years.
It was different from ten thousand years ago. At that time, she was just a nobody, an ordinary priestess, so she dared to bet everything.
But now, she is the leader of the night elves, her power is close to its peak, and she does not dare to take a chance.
After thinking for a long time, Tyrande finally made up his mind.
The night elves decided to wait and see.
"This is an excellent opportunity, we must support Orgrimmar."
Robbie said this to Vanessa. Also present were the black dragon princess Onyxia and King Greymane who came to negotiate on behalf of Tyrande.
Robbie's views are similar to Malfurion's. In Robbie's view, this is the best opportunity to eliminate the tribe.
If there were no external reinforcements and faced with the ferocious demonic tauren army, Orgrimmar would most likely choose to surrender due to low morale.
Cairne Bloodhoof has obtained a fully-organized orc and troll army. God knows what crazy actions this mad cow can do.
In Orgrimmar, the anxious Vol'jin did not wait for Tyrande's reply, but unexpectedly received a letter from Stormwind City.
"The regent of Stormwind City, Prince Anduin Wrynn."
Wo'jin opened the envelope with a suspicious look on his face and took out the letter.
"Wo'jin, please don't forget that you are a troll. The trolls have a glorious history and were once the most powerful race in Azeroth. The cruel orcs, they are just invaders..."
The secret letter was burned with fire, and Vol'jin fell into deep thought.
"It takes time for the Alliance to assemble the army. Of course, they will only attack when I and Cairn Bloodhoof are both injured. Compared with the brutal Cairn Bloodhoof. I must choose to believe in the Alliance. The letter is correct.
, Orcs are outsiders, let these brutal beasts die."