At the Moonlight Rose Inn in Darnassus, Robbie ordered a piece of pudding, a small piece of cake, and a glass of moonshine wine.
Waves of fresh breath hit the face. This city built on the World Tree is simply a natural oxygen bar. The air is fresh, with a sweet smell, and there is intoxicating greenery everywhere.
Intelligence is very important to any race. With the efforts of Kel'Thuzad, an intelligence network was first established among the humans of Theramore. Through the relationship between Jaina and Thrall, the intelligence network was extended to the orcs.
Among the orc army, there are many who are dissatisfied with Thrall and greedy for gold coins. Even Thrall's personal guards, many members from the Frostwolf clan, have been infiltrated by the Scourge.
The actions and plans of the orcs were under the control of the Scourge. After Doras, Garrosh, and Vol'jin entered Darnassus, Robbie quickly followed them, observing their every move.
Robbie has always had doubts in his mind. The history of Rag City and the civilization of the cavemen have completely disappeared in history. No trace can be found. Even the secret files of MI7 have no record of this period of history.
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This is a bit strange. There are obvious gaps in history. For example, before the orcs landed on Kalimdor, what was the name of the land Durotar and what races lived there.
Although this land is arid and barren, the adaptability of the creatures is very terrifying. Even in natural environments that are even harsher than this land, such as the ice-covered Northrend, there are still intelligent life forms.
It is impossible that there is a land without intelligent life and no name, and it happens to be found by orcs.
Robbie thought of the glorious magical civilization of the High Elves that was forgotten by the world ten thousand years ago.
This level of historical blankness cannot be achieved by a certain race. Only the moon god Elune uses the power of Aman'Thul to completely erase a period of history.
Thinking of the moon god Elune, Robbie's heart was full of vigilance, and he did not dare to act rashly, so he could only act in secret.
Out of courtesy to the donor, Tyrande had to meet Doras. Tyrande, who had lived for ten thousand years, was stubborn and arrogant, old-fashioned and conservative, but she was definitely not stupid.
Tyrande had already guessed that Doras must have some purpose.
Nowadays, all the attention of Kalimdor is on the city of Raggar. The cavemen successfully resisted the attack of the orcs using dwarf muskets. This surprised the races who feared the orcs, and they realized that the orcs were not invincible.
Although it was out of politeness, Tyrande fully demonstrated the arrogance of the night elves. She received the guests in a simple conference hall with simple interior furnishings and only a long table one hundred meters long.
Tyrande was on one side of the long table, and the visitor was on the other side. It seemed that even the other person's breathing disgusted her.
There was no luxurious banquet, only half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a small glass of water were placed in front of the guests.
Doras looked at the clear water in front of her, feeling the anger of Garrosh beside her, and gently shook her head at him.
Vol'jin was already prepared and didn't care. He took some water to moisten his throat and secretly looked at Tyrande opposite him, trying to figure out the woman's thoughts.
Tyrande's eyes flicked over the fat Doras, and then took a closer look at the strong Garrosh. Her heart was very complicated. As the chief priest of the Moon God, she had different feelings for the orcs.
Ten thousand years later, after the world collapsed, Tyrande would occasionally receive oracles from the Moon God. Whenever a major event came, the Moon God would send envoys to visit in person. All the envoys were orcs.
There are no orcs in Azeroth. Tyrande, who has forgotten the ancient things, did not know what race the orcs were until the Dark Portal opened and the orcs invaded Azeroth.
At that time, the night elf generals persuaded Tyrande to send reinforcements to support Stormwind City.
After all, this is an invasion of Azeroth from another world. No matter what conflicts there are between the various races in Azeroth, they should put aside their past grudges and deal with the outside world unanimously. Moreover, humans and the night elves have always maintained friendly relations.
However, because the image of the orcs was exactly the same as the envoy, Tyrande made a wrong judgment.
She believed that this invasion came from the will of the Moon God and was a symbol of the arrival of the Moon God's kingdom on Azeroth, so she insisted on going her own way and rejected the generals' proposals.
Later, the orcs destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind and massacred the people of Stormwind City. The smoke and flames of war spread throughout the Eastern Kingdom, and they committed all kinds of tragic things. Unfortunately, Tyrande's stubbornness still did not allow her to make a rational judgment.
What changed Tyrande's mind was the defeat of the orcs. If the orcs were the messengers of the Moon God, they could not be defeated by mere humans. Only then did Tyrande realize that the orcs and the messengers of the Moon God were probably not the same race, but they were just similar in appearance.
"I'm very happy that you are willing to become a believer of the Moon God." Tyrande's face remained as usual, with no emotion at all. He nodded to Doras: "The Moon God will bless you with eternal youth, strong Dora.
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In front of Tyrande, Doras felt the pressure. She pointed at Garrosh and politely introduced Tyrande: "This is the son of Grom Hellscream, Garrosh Hellscream."
Tyrande nodded and said calmly: "He is indeed a young hero. I heard that the orcs attach great importance to glory and are ready to sacrifice their lives for it at any time. Is that so, General Garrosh?"
Garrosh roared proudly: "Of course, glory is everything to the orcs."
Doras lowered his head and said nothing, his expression ugly, knowing that Garrosh had been fooled, this Tyrande was not simple!
Tyrande showed an expression that was indeed true, and said in a low voice unhurriedly:
"Grom Hellscream is an amazing hero. He lives a life worse than a pig or a dog under the chains of Thrall. I have protested against Thrall more than once, and I must respect the elders of the orcs. Thrall said to me
, Grom only deserves to be a dog, General Garrosh, what do you think of this matter?"
"I......."
Garrosh was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer. At this moment, he was still Thrall's subordinate. If Thrall was wrong, it would be disloyal. If Grom Hellscream was a dog, then it would be unfilial.
Tyrande ignored Garrosh and took the initiative without waiting for Doras to introduce him. He stared at Vol'jin and said, "This must be Vol'jin, the great chief of the Darkspear tribe. How good is the Darkspear tribe now?"
Wo'jin's heart tightened and he answered carefully: "The Darkspear tribe has been reborn from the ashes."
Tyrande smiled faintly and pointedly said: "I hate Arthas very much. According to legend, he killed his father and massacred the people of Lordaeron. I heard that the old chief Sen'jin died at the hands of the fishmen.
, the Darkspear tribe was massacred by the orcs, and you are now Thrall's confidant, helping the orcs in the war, and you are indeed much stronger than Arthas."
Vol'jin frowned, secretly wary in his heart, what does Tyrande know?
Obviously, Tyrande doesn't pay much attention to diplomatic rhetoric. Elisande of Suramar City is the best at ridicule, and Tyrande seems to be no less good at it. This is probably the elven tradition.
Vol'jin's secret passage could not obey Tyrande's rhythm. He had to take the initiative and said loudly: "Dear Moon Priest, the night elves are in great danger." (To be continued)