Chapter six hundred and ninety-seven: the angels come
Wo'jin took a decisive step to reverse the unfavorable situation in one fell swoop.
The cunning and cruel trolls have always looked down upon the arrogant and rude night elves.
For example, Vol'jin had great contempt for Tyrande, thinking that as long as he took action, he could convince Tyrande with his smooth tongue.
Unfortunately, he did not expect that Tyrande's arrogance was not all shortcomings. It was like an extremely strong barrier that firmly guarded her defenses. Tyrande remained unmoved and said directly:
"Are you talking about the cavemen? We night elves are not weak and incompetent orcs. The cavemen's dwarf muskets are not a threat. Their muskets cannot hit us. Our sentries can shoot the cavemen as targets."
Wo'jin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
The range of bows and arrows is generally not as good as that of muskets, not to mention that training an archer takes far more time than that of a musketeer.
But Azeroth is a magical world. The night elves use enchanted bows and arrows, which use the power of wind to have a range far beyond that of dwarf muskets, although it hinders the development of muskets to a certain extent.
And what the night elves lack most is time. They usually spend thousands of years slowly honing their archery skills. It can be said that all the night elves are perfect archers.
"Lage City has a forbidden magic circle." Doras reminded at the side.
Tyrande looked at Doras with a smile: "We night elves have no interest in Rag City at all."
Doras was speechless and looked at Vol'jin angrily. Vol'jin shrugged awkwardly. None of the excuses he had prepared in advance were of any use. Tyrande's arrogance was simply terrifying.
"Dear Priestess!" Wojin knew that there was little hope, but he could only bite the bullet and said: "The cavemen have the technology to build forbidden magic arrays. If they are dissatisfied with Rag City and want to expand their land,
The forbidden magic circle can be expanded and even cover the entire Kalimdor, and then there will be no place for the night elves to gain a foothold."
Vol'jin's move is obviously bullying Tyrande for not knowing magic. Azeroth is a world with active magic elements. If you want to ban magic in this world, you need to pay a huge price.
The wider the area covered by the forbidden magic, the higher the price that needs to be paid. The forbidden magic circle covering Lag City is already considered the limit of technology.
Tyrande really didn't understand magic, but she heard the insincerity in Vol'jin's words and said indifferently:
"It's just a forbidden magic circle. We night elves have the ability to break it."
Vol'jin was speechless and cursed in his heart: You night elves have rejected magic, so what ability do you have to break the forbidden magic circle? But he couldn't point out that Tyrande's words were untrue.
Tyrande once again took the initiative with her stubbornness and arrogance. She looked around and was full of confidence: "We, the night elves, believe in the great moon god Elune. Under the protection of the moon god, the cavemen cannot stir up strong winds**
*The fact that the residents can stop the advance of the orcs is unexpected, but in my opinion, this is the will of the moon god."
When it was over, Vol'jin's eyes darkened. He had ignored that Tyrande was a complete bastard.
The belief in the moon god has occupied Tyrande's heart, giving her a huge sense of superiority and strong self-confidence. Vol'jin secretly complained that he underestimated the enemy and ignored the arrogance of a magician.
"Moon Priestess Tyrande." Garrosh stood up and shouted angrily: "The night elves turn a blind eye to the evil cavemen, and you are destroying Azeroth."
Tyrande yawned tiredly: "Say hello to Grom Hellscream for me."
"I......."
Garrosh was choked again. He felt that all the muscles in his body were completely useless.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Doras glared at Wojin beside him, feeling sorry for his gold coins, and the three of them had to leave.
Although the trio returned without success, Robbie was not happy.
Tyrande's strong self-confidence comes from her belief in the moon god, but it is also her greatest weakness.
According to the information obtained from the archives of Dalaran, the envoys of the Moon God are extremely active in this era. This is what Robbie is most worried about.
The three returned to the inn. Doras roared loudly, accusing Vol'jin of his incompetence. Vol'jin could only endure it silently and remained silent, while Garrosh looked sad.
After Doras finished venting his anger, Vol'jin took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I admit that I underestimated Tyrande, but this is just a setback, and we have not failed."
Doras looked at Vol'jin mockingly, and asked with a ferocious expression: "I have had enough of Tyrande's arrogance. I really want to punch him, but I will not accompany you to be humiliated."
Vol'jin secretly winked at Garrosh. Garrosh frowned, grabbed Doras and said, "Now that the matter is over, we might as well give Vol'jin a chance."
Doras still trusted Garrosh. She widened her eyes and asked, "So, Vol'jin, how do you need me to cooperate with you?"
"I need information, all information about Tyrande and Malfurion, including their eating, drinking, sleeping habits, whether they have secret lovers, in short, everything about this couple, the more detailed the better."
In a gloomy tomb, the ancient emblem is spotless, as if it has been cleaned all year round. In the history of Azeroth, this cold emblem symbolizes a great kingdom.
The pure white moonlight shines in from the round hole at the top of the tomb, shrouding the gorgeous coffin in the center of the tomb.
"My messenger, wake up from your deep sleep." A loud and majestic voice came from the moonlight.
The coffin slowly opened, and a human man slowly crawled out. His mummified body was bathed in the moonlight, and soon became plump and plump, with a healthy blush on his face.
The man put on his clothes and surrendered under the white moonlight, waiting for the oracle to come:
"You must go to Darnassus and convince Tyrande to send troops to conquer the cavemen."
The man slowly raised his head and showed a puzzled expression: "The cavemen blocked the orcs' progress. I can't think of any reason for Tyrande to attack the cavemen."
"Do you dare to disobey my will?" An angry voice came from the moonlight.
The man hurriedly knelt on the ground and said humbly: "You have given me a new life. This is a kindness that will never be forgotten. How can I dare to question your will? Just out of concern, although Tyrande cannot disobey your will,
But if she is not happy in her heart, I am afraid she will not really help. I must convince her that this move is just."
The white beam of light was silent for a long time, and then made a majestic voice:
"The fluctuation of time has arrived, and our enemies are interfering with the direction of history. The unexpected rise of the cavemen is the result of this interference. If the orcs cannot successfully land on Kalimdor, then the Burning Legion can only evacuate Azeroth
, without the obstruction of the Burning Legion, who can stop the Scourge? Who will protect Nordrassil?"
The man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
Convincing Tyrande to conquer the Troggs is only the first problem. How to deal with the Burning Legion and the Scourge, and how to use the Orcs and Night Elves to protect the World Tree Nordrassil?
A series of problems made the man feel overwhelmed. He realized that he was alone and might not be able to complete the task, so he hurriedly begged: "The great moon god Elune, I pray for more authority." (To be continued)