Mount Hyjal, almost all the night elves gathered here.
After gaining the ability to achieve near-immortality, the night elves gradually lost interest in reproducing offspring, and the overall number remained relatively stable. This was probably a natural balance, and every night elf was extremely precious.
Witnessing the torture of their compatriots by the Moon God, the night elves all had bloodshot eyes and loudly refuted Tyrande's atrocities. Unfortunately, the resistance was ineffective. Today, the power of the Moon God was extremely powerful, suppressing the magic of the Well of Eternity in their bodies.
The rebels were easily knocked down, and rivers of blood flowed in the square of the Temple of the Moon.
Luo Ning on the side watched all this with heartache. He closed his eyes helplessly, unclenched his clenched fists, closed them again, and finally could only loosen them.
He knew there was nothing he could do, just like when he saw Archimonde destroy Dalaran.
How was a cowardly and cowardly race created?
After all the rebels were suppressed internally, the only ones left were those little sheep who were living an ignoble existence and no longer had any passion, impulse or docility.
This is a cruel choice, a wrong screening.
Luo Ning shook his head. His heart was full of doubts. He didn't understand why Tyrande would act like this. If it was for his own ambition and the status of the queen, it was simply unreasonable.
There is no way the night elves of Mount Hyjal can defeat Queen Azshara and her highborne.
What's the point of innocent blood flowing?
Looking at Malfurion aside, the druid's eyes were also full of confusion, and he looked at Tyrande in confusion. It seemed that even Malfurion did not understand the real purpose here.
The priests of the Temple of the Moon all showed unbearable expressions. Only Tyrande's attitude was extremely resolute, with a clear face as cold as ice. The Moon God strengthened her confidence and looked indifferently at her compatriots lying in a pool of blood.
The orc Brox on the side looked overjoyed. He liked to see bloodshed and sacrifice very much. It was a pity that the night elves here were contaminated by the power of the moon god, otherwise they would end up feasting.
Nearly half of the night elves were massacred. Under the brutal suppression, no night elves dared to resist. The survivors stood numbly in the square, like pieces of dead wood, a walking zombie that had lost its soul.
"I feel very gratified to see you become devout believers of the Moon God." Tyrande showed a cruel smile: "Too many compatriots sacrificed here today. This is a sacrifice worth paying, for the Moon God Ai
Rune, remember, their deaths were valuable, and we want to put this hatred on Queen Azshara's head.
"Let us fight for freedom, for a new life for the night elves, and for a tomorrow full of hope."
Tyrande shouted slogans loudly, but unfortunately there were only a few responders. It was not until the light of the moon god hovered above her head again that the night elves responded, and the shouts became louder and louder.
Luo Ning clearly saw that some clever night elves immediately changed. They loudly flattered the Moon God and Tyrande, and the Moon God rewarded them, and the powerful power of the moon entered their bodies.
"Even the night elves are still timid and afraid of death." When life is threatened, you really can't ask for too much. Survival is the instinct of living things.
Luo Ning smiled bitterly, he could understand the choice of these night elves.
I don't know what Illidan will do after knowing what happened in Mount Hyjal. Luo Ning suddenly had such an idea.
After Mount Hyjal ordered the false believers to leave their homeland and the Burning Legion built the portal, the city of Azshara had already learned of the changes in Mount Hyjal.
Xavius knew Tyrande very well and realized that there must be a big move. He found Illidan and Robbie, and the three discussed it for a long time.
Unfortunately, Tyrande acted too quickly. Within a few days, Mount Hyjal was blocked and news of the massacre at the Temple of the Moon came.
Illidan's eyes immediately turned red, and his affection for Tyrande completely disappeared, and he roared loudly: "Tylande is a madman, I want to kill her, she is killing our people, I must kill her back to Mount Hyjal
."
"Calm down, calm down." Xavius hugged Illidan tightly: "What can you do if you go back? How can you resist the power of the moon god? Your sacrifice will be in vain. Don't be impulsive."
Illidan also knew that this was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't control his temper: "Are we just going to sit back and ignore it? The people of Mount Hyjal are suffering, but we can only watch with a cold eye."
Robbie could understand Illidan's impulse and could only suggest: "Let's go see Queen Azshara."
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Queen."
Illidan's eyes lit up. As the queen of the night elves, she must not just sit idly by and ignore this matter.
Azshara's Palace.
After the three of them entered the palace, they found that the place was already very busy.
Azshara's top mages are gathered here, playing with various instruments and equipment. Many mages are squatting on the ground, doing complicated calculations, and various obscure formulas are floating in the palace.
On the night when the Moon Goddess came, countless magic powers gathered in the sky above the Well of Eternity, forming an eye as huge as a city, with its raised pupils staring at the moon in the sky.
The bright moon Elune is approaching Azeroth. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. When she peeks at the earth, it is also an opportunity to spy on a god. Her giant eyes stare at the ravines on the moon, and images are transmitted to the palace one after another.
All the archmages are calculating.
Xavius, the steward, and Illidan, the Queen's successor, did not know about such a major event. They could understand the Queen's painstaking efforts. After all, Mount Hyjal was their hometown, and what they needed at this moment was a calm mind.
There is still an illusion of the Queen on the throne. It can be seen that the Queen is also very tired and cannot even maintain the perfect illusion. Illidan and Xavius are both a little ashamed. It turns out that the Queen has never given up on Mount Hyjal.
"Illidan."
The queen's voice echoed in the palace like a warm spring breeze:
"Impulse and passion can't solve anything. Useless courage will only bring sacrifice in vain. We must consider the problem rationally. Our enemy is a god and cannot be defeated by courage and passion."
"I'm just unwilling." Illidan said angrily.
"How could I ever be willing to do so?" There was a hint of ripples in the Queen's calm voice, and she said slowly:
"Since a long time ago, I have wanted to incorporate Mount Hyjal into a free city-state, just like the city of Suramar. Why do you think countless night elves in Azshara study magic day and night? Just for fun? For
Enjoyment?
"The enemy we face is a god. He was once so powerful that we didn't even have the thought of struggling. Fortunately, Elune is only an individual. Her power has reached its limit and it is difficult to move forward any further.
I gathered the genius of the night elves in the city of Azshara.
"We study magic, we decipher the mysteries of the Old Gods, we learn useful knowledge from the Burning Legion, and the distance between us and Elune is constantly getting closer. At least now it seems that she is no longer an insurmountable mountain. Time
They are on our side, and we will eventually win."
"What can we do?" Illidan and Xavius asked together. (To be continued)