"Tyrande, you are going to destroy Azeroth for the sake of a Yakshasa leopard." Malfurion asked loudly: "It was just a Yakshasa leopard, but what you did cost countless lives.
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"That's not just a Yaksha leopard, it's the enlightenment of wisdom." Tyrande's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "From then on, I realized the truth that things that everyone owns can be exchanged for
Personal interests, like the Yasha Leopard we own together, can become Lisa's beautiful fur coat."
Tyrande looked at the dragon clan not far away, and at the night elf camp on Mount Hyjal in the distance: "What I sacrificed is just the lives of everyone, and I will gain eternal authority and a high status."
Malfurion lowered his head and pondered for a long time before he hesitated and said: "Tyrande, I must confess to you, it was not Lisa who killed the Yaksha leopard back then, it was me."
Tyrande looked puzzled and looked directly into Malfurion's eyes, waiting for his explanation.
Malfurion panicked and said uneasily: "That day I was playing in the forest and met Cenarius. He performed a trick on me to turn into an animal. I really wanted to learn it in order to please Lisa.
"Cenarius said he wanted to eat the meat of the Yasha leopard. Wild Yasha leopards are protected by adults. I was just a child at that time and did not dare to violate the taboo, so I thought of the Yasha leopards we raised."
Tyrande frowned and roared: "So you killed it."
Malfurion was submissive and said anxiously:
"Sorry, I was also fascinated. Now that I think about it, it should be the influence of the moon god's magic. After I killed the Yasha Leopard, I immediately regretted it. I knew you wouldn't let me go, so I went to find Lisa.
. She comforted me and said it didn’t matter, so we made a fur coat using the skin of the Yasha leopard. Lisa is the most popular girl in the village, and no one will blame her."
"Haha, hahaha!" Tyrande laughed, a little half crazy.
"Tyrande, everything is the conspiracy of the moon god Elune. Not only does she bewitch Illidan, but we are also in her scheme. Stop it, Tyrande, maybe it's not too late."
"It's too late, Malfurion, we have gone too far." Tyrande smiled bitterly: "We have lost the power of the Well of Eternity. If we lose the favor of the Moon God, what will we have left? Damn it.
Those tricks of yours?"
Tyrande lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, his beautiful face was extremely determined:
"Perhaps we should thank the Moon Goddess. She has given us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In this world, only the hard work of hundreds of people can buy one person's luxurious life. The same is true for the acquisition of strength, the sacrifice of millions of people,
Only in this way can we create an eternal strong man, Malfurion, and a rare opportunity lies before us."
Malfurion already understood that he could not persuade Tyrande. Looking at the numerous dragons and the huge camp of the Burning Legion, Malfurion knew very well how miserable his end would be if he destroyed the Demon Soul.
"Perhaps, this is the fate of Azeroth." Malfurion murmured. He compromised with fate and handed over the Demon Soul to Tyrande.
Tyrande showed a playful smile: "You know what? Malfurion, what I appreciate most about you is that you can always put yourself in the right position."
Tyrande, holding the Demon Soul high, looked like a holy goddess under the moonlight.
Azshara.
The Zandalari Trolls had only prepared rations for seven days. As the seven days were approaching, the rations were at their lowest. Seeing that neither the dragons nor the night elves on Mount Hyjal took any action, Emperor Achilles became anxious.
He hurriedly ordered the Zandalari Empire to mobilize food and grass, but unfortunately the dragon clan's portal had lost its function. These dragon clan were only responsible for sending them here, so as not to waste precious magic gems to maintain the operation of the portal.
With such a long distance, I am afraid that these three million trolls would have starved to death long ago if food was transported from the Zandalari Empire to Azshara.
Just when he fell into despair, something unexpected happened to Emperor Achilles.
A cloud of five colors floated in the sky, and then a strange rain fell. White objects as big as pigeon eggs fell in a thick layer, a bit like mushrooms, and gave off an extremely alluring aroma.
A troll was so hungry that he couldn't bear it. He picked one up and tasted it. It tasted extremely delicious.
Regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, many hungry trolls began to wolf down this food of unknown origin. The rational Emperor Achilles wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
After taking this kind of food, apart from the feeling of satiety, no other accidents happened.
Later, the trolls discovered that this cloud not only visited the camps of trolls, tauren, dwarves, furbolgs and other tribes, but also had these five-color clouds dropping food.
After investigation, it was discovered that the source of the clouds was none other than Azshara, the magical city.
After Achilles learned the news, he was silent for a long time. He felt a little sorry for Queen Azshara.
Achilles was hesitant and decided to consult with someone, so he went to visit the tauren camp.
The tauren have never been unified and are scattered in various places in the form of tribes, which cannot match the cohesion of the Zandalari trolls.
However, the tauren in this era are still much more powerful than they were ten thousand years later. There are about 500,000 tauren gathered here, and the leader is the tauren chief from Highmountain, Huon Highmountain.
Hu En Gao Ling was an unusually strong tauren, with a pair of bright little eyes that shone with wisdom and cunning. He could see through Achilles' intention at a glance and laughed boldly:
"Haha, Emperor Achilles, what are you worried about? We tauren arrived here a month ago and have been out of food for a long time. Queen Azshara seems to understand our situation and will bring us food as soon as we finish it.
I guarantee with the lives of half a million tauren that the food is not poisonous."
This time the Zandalari Empire went on an expedition, almost all the hundreds of Loa gods came. It was still unclear whether it was poisonous or not. Achilles shook his head and said worriedly: "What does Queen Azshara mean by this move?
She can obviously starve us to death here, so why does she send us food? Is she trying to disrupt our military morale?"
Hu En Gaoling smiled slightly and showed a vicious expression: "No matter what Queen Azshara does, she will never bribe me. Once the city of Azshara is conquered, we tauren will never show mercy."
Achilles nodded in agreement: "We trolls will not be lenient, but I can't figure out what Azshara's intention is? If it is not to disrupt the morale of the army, then what is her real purpose?"
Hu En Gaoling touched the sharp horns and said with an indifferent expression: "Why worry about this? The Burning Legion, the Dragon Clan, and the night elves of Mount Hyjal are the main force in the war. We are just here to cheer. In my opinion
Come on, Queen Azshara is just a woman, and the biggest mistake she made was that she didn't kill all our races."
Achilles said with deep feeling: "Yes, the night elves have stood at the top of the race, but they have not committed any killings. Azshara and her upper elves are destined to pay the price for their hypocritical kindness."
The two kings looked at each other and smiled. Achilles said with deep concern: "Great Chief Hu En, you haven't noticed that we are like pigs being raised. Of course, I have no intention of offending the wild boar people."
Hu En Gaoling waved his hand: "The purpose of fattening pigs is to kill them. Will Queen Azshara kill us?"
Achilles shook his head: "If you want to kill us, why bother raising us? Could it be..."
At this moment, news came that the night elves, Burning Legion, and dragons from Mount Hyjal had finally arrived. (To be continued)