Seven hundred and thirty second: the eve of the decisive battle
Archimonde was unwilling to fail. The Legion's progress in other worlds had always been smooth, and it had never encountered such a setback.
From Queen Azshara 10,000 years ago to the Scourge today, Archimonde personally led the army twice, but both times he was tortured, which made him feel very unhappy.
"Lord Archimonde, good news, the Scourge has retreated."
A doomsday guard came to report the news and reported loudly: "According to our investigation, the Scourge is retreating to the ice and snow of Northrend. Only the Forsaken led by Sylvanas and a small number of miscellaneous soldiers remain in Los Angeles.
Dan Lun.”
The Scourge Legion withdrew? Archimonde rolled his eyes and asked: "Have you found out the reason?"
The Doom Guard replied: "It is said that because the Scourge expanded too fast, there were too many soldiers, and the preservatives were not enough, their bodies began to rot. Only the cold of Northrend can prevent the spread of corruption."
"Just a poor excuse."
Archimonde snorted coldly, he knew exactly what Arthas was thinking.
As long as there were no constraints from the Scourge, Archimonde was very confident in defeating the night elves. This news made him feel good, and the unhappiness of the magic mecha production line quickly disappeared.
"The orcs have successfully penetrated into Azeroth, and the reputation of Thrall, the savior, must be maintained. Only in this way can we stop the Scourge without wasting a single soldier, so that they dare not act rashly."
Without the threat of the Scourge Legion, Archimonde was determined to win. He was full of confidence again and waved his hand:
"The generals of the Burning Legion obey the order and march towards Mount Hyjal. The target is Nordrassil, the World Tree. Victory belongs to the Legion."
Mount Hyjal, where the World Tree Nordrassil grows.
There are more than a million night elves living here, and it is the largest gathering of night elves in Azeroth. The Burning Legion has been plotting against Mount Hyjal for a long time, but rumors have long been spread.
Neither Tyrande nor Malfurion were wise leaders and did not make preparations in advance.
When the Burning Legion's army moved towards Mount Hyjal, war was imminent. The only thing Tyrande could do was to kneel in front of the statue of the Moon God and pray devoutly:
"Great Moon God Elune, please give me an army filled with the brilliance of the Moon God to wipe out the evil in this world. The Scourge Legion and the Burning Legion are all enemies of Azeroth. Let your anger destroy them completely.
Defeat."
After all, prayer is just a prayer. Tyrande's prayers for three days and three nights did not receive a response from the moon god. He had no choice but to convene a military meeting of the night elves again to discuss how to fight against the Burning Legion.
The night elf generals had been waiting for a long time, but Tyrande was the only one who arrived late. She heard the commotion and decided not to go in yet, hiding behind the door and eavesdropping.
Far away, Tyrande heard the furious roar of Fandral Staghelm.
"If you want to destroy the Burning Legion, you must first get rid of the orcs. The orcs are the vanguard of the Burning Legion and a cancer parasitic on the world of Azeroth. If the cancer is not eliminated, Azeroth will never have peace. I am willing to lead the druids.
Troops, crush Orgrimmar."
This confused guy has been completely blinded by hatred. Tyrande shook her head. She felt that Staghelm was very naive. The problems facing Azeroth now are not just facing the Burning Legion.
Fortunately, Tyrande has an extra ally this time, Archdruid Malfurion. No matter what the situation, this couple is always the most reliable ally. Just listen to Malfurion's slow and low voice.
:
"Fandral Staghelm, my student, you must be careful. The Burning Legion is menacing and unstoppable. Only by uniting all forces in Azeroth, including the orcs, can we defeat the terrifying Archimonde."
"Absurd, this is so ridiculous."
Regarding his mentor, Lu Helmet bluntly contradicted:
"Even a fool knows that the orcs are the loyal lackeys of the Burning Legion. Thrall is protected by the Burning Legion. They have eliminated the cavemen. It is our turn in modern times."
Tyrande frowned slightly after hearing this. Everyone here was unclear about the position of the orcs. The reason for cooperating with the orcs was to leave room for negotiation with the Burning Legion and to contain the Scourge.
After all, the Burning Legion is a well-known evil force in the universe. Even if they are lucky enough to defeat Archimonde, there is no guarantee that they will not send more troops, as well as the even more terrifying fallen titan Sargeras, and the night elves are unable to fight against it.
War and diplomacy always go hand in hand. Many times, diplomacy can achieve goals that war cannot.
"The cavemen are trying to destroy Azeroth, and the great savior Thrall is so kind and kind." came a voice, obviously one of Thrall's brainless supporters.
Tyrande shook his head again after hearing this. This was simply a naked provocation and would anger Staghelm.
Sure enough, Staghelm's voice was sharp and harsh: "Damn it, my son Varstan was eaten alive by Thrall. You actually said that Thrall is kind and kind. I hope Thrall won't eat you."
"Okay, don't make any noise."
It was Malfurion who stepped forward to smooth things over again. When Tyrande was away, he was always a reliable leader. Tyrande's extremely reassuring voice came out: "The fight against the Burning Legion is a major matter within the night elves.
We must listen to other people’s opinions, General Yuyue, what do you think of this matter?”
Hearing the name Yuyue, Tyrande felt a hint of gloom on his forehead.
There is no doubt that the Luna Railgun Mage Group led by Yu Yue is the main force against the Burning Legion.
But this is an illegal army that goes against the will of the Moon God. The night elves swore to stay away from magic ten thousand years ago. Although they have saved the night elves many times in ten thousand years, they have always been a thorn in Tyrande's heart.
Shandis Yuyue has a flamboyant personality and an extremely arrogant attitude: "The night elves are enough to fight against the Burning Legion. They don't need any allies. The orcs, tauren, and humans in Theramore are all capable of doing bad things."
Malfurion's voice was filled with dissatisfaction: "Maev, what do you think?"
Maiev Shadowsong's voice was full of yin and yang: "I am just a small warden. What qualifications do I have to express an opinion on this occasion."
Malfurion had no choice but to persuade him with good words: "Maev, the night elves are facing a crisis, and I hope the Watchers can get involved."
Maiev chuckled, and then her voice became serious:
"My opinion is also to stay away from the orcs. Thrall will definitely be happy to eat everyone present, but I don't agree with General Yuyue's opinion. We can unite other allies, such as the dragon clan."
Shandis Yuyue said coldly: "Maiev, have you forgotten? The red dragon queen Alexstrasza is just a slave of the orcs, a stupid fertility machine. The dragon family has never successfully protected Azeroth. Never
.”
Maiev refused to let it go and retorted:
"General Feathermoon, I hope you understand that the night elves alone cannot fight against the Legion. Only by uniting all races in Azeroth can the Burning Legion realize that this world is not to be trifled with."
Everyone was talking and arguing, and they broke into several waves of quarrels. Maiev and Feather Moon were tit for tat, and Staghelm kept arguing with Malfurion, which was simply inappropriate.
Tyrande pushed the door open and walked in, looking around at the quarreling generals.
"The Burning Legion is about to invade, but you are still having a pointless quarrel here. Since you can't agree on the same opinion, there is only one last way to ask the noble envoy of the moon about the will of the Moon God."