Seven hundred and thirty third: the guarantee of the angel
The people of the night elves have become accustomed to believing in the moon god Elune, but they have other ideas for the well-informed night elf generals.
Only Tyrande has seen the mysterious divine envoy. When they heard that the divine envoy's opinion was to be sought, the generals were generally skeptical.
The origin of the envoy of the Moon God is mysterious. Tyrande led the generals with their own evil intentions to the Temple of the Moon to meet the envoy.
The Lord Emissary did not show up. Tyrande stood in front of the Emissary's room and stated his request piously. The night elves all stretched their necks, wanting to see the Emissary's true face.
"Dear Archangel, the Burning Legion is about to enter Mount Hyjal, and the Scourge is watching eagerly. Azeroth is facing life and death. I pray that the Archangel will point out a clear path for the night elves."
Tyrande's voice was full of humility and her attitude was extremely sincere. Malfurion knew his wife. Tyrande's move was to shirk responsibility and to cover up her own incompetence. She was indeed unable to fight against the complicated situation in front of her.
The room of the divine envoy was bright, and countless moonlight powers fell from the sky. The radiance of the moon god shrouded the entire Moon Temple. In the patches of milky white light, one could see a dense forest, green fields, and flowing water.
In the creek, cute deers are eating grass leisurely.
This was an illusion, but such a brilliant illusion frightened all the dark night generals that the divine envoy could control such terrifying power.
The god’s pious voice came out:
"Praise the great Moon God. All the words of praise in the world cannot describe your greatness. Your broad mind is as vast as the universe. Everything in the universe is under your control. You are great and noble.
You have seen through time and space, and know the past and the future, and the night elves listen to your guidance."
After a brief sound of praise, the voice of the divine messenger became majestic:
"The oracle of the Moon God has been conveyed. Only by uniting the orcs can we defeat the Burning Legion. Thrall is the savior of Azeroth. The orcs came to save Azeroth. Without the orcs participating in Mount Hyjal, the night elves are doomed.
Destroy, the orcs will bring peace and prosperity to Azeroth, praise the great moon god, thank you for your guidance."
Tyrande was satisfied. Since it was the oracle of the Moon God, it would definitely not be wrong. How could the omniscient and omnipotent Moon God make mistakes? Tyrande quickly knelt on the ground: "Thank you to the Moon God for your guidance, and thank you, Lord Envoy, for your help."
"No, this is not true. You are lying. I don't believe it."
Fandral Staghelm was furious, with veins popping up on his forehead, but he still did not lose his mind. He did not say that the guidance of the moon god was wrong, but just insisted that the god's envoy was fake: "No, we were fooled. There is nothing in the room.
What an envoy? You are a shameless liar. Come on, you fake envoy, never try to deceive us, the night elves."
Tyrande's face immediately darkened and she said angrily: "Staghhelm, you dare to doubt the moon god. You are more sinful than Illidan."
How could Fandral Staghelm give up? He ignored Tyrande at all. He knocked hard on the door: "You liar, come out. You are a shameless person who dares to pretend to be an angel.
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The wooden door was protected by the power of the moonlight and was indestructible. This made Tyrande feel relieved a little. You must know that the divine messenger is an orc, and once he appears in front of the generals, he will immediately lose trust.
"Staghelm, are you crazy? You dare to doubt the divine envoy. This is the sacred Moon Temple." Malfurion saw the seriousness of the situation and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Staghelit.
Among the night elf druids, Fandral Staghelm was recognized as a genius, but he always kept a low profile and restrained. The pain of losing his son made him ignore everything and slapped Malfurion.
Malfurion flew far away and hit the wall hard. Staghelm's strength had surpassed that of his teacher.
"No one can stop me. As long as I am still here, the night elves will not even think about forming an alliance with the orcs. Despicable false envoy, get out of here." Staghelm roared angrily. All the generals had nothing to do with themselves and were happy to do so.
Watch the excitement from the sidelines.
Tyrande suddenly lost his ability. Malfurion was no match. Tyrande knew his own strength and was unable to stop the crazy Staghelm.
"I see the hatred in your heart, Staghelm."
The calm voice of the divine messenger came out:
"But you shouldn't assassinate Thrall. If the savior dies, Azeroth will be doomed. The moon god is benevolent and will guide you to the right path. Take a look at the truth hidden in your memory."
The surrounding scenery changed and turned into the desert of Silithus. Countless night elves formed a neat battle formation, and opposite them were the Qiraji that could not be seen beyond the horizon.
During the Battle of Quicksand thousands of years ago, many of the generals present had participated in this tragic war.
Fandral Staghelm's eyes immediately froze, and he saw his beloved son, Valstan Staghelm.
The young Varstan lost his freedom and was captured by a tall Zerg covered with dense black carapace. Many generals present recognized him as General Lajax, who was famous for his ferocity among the Qiraji.
General Rajax restrained Varstan with the pliers on his left arm. Just in front of the two armies, he tore Varstan apart bit by bit, and the young night elf let out a miserable howl.
"No, my beloved son." Fandral Staghelm knelt on the ground, covering his head with his hands and screaming.
The calm voice of the divine messenger came again: "Fandral Staghelm, remember, your son died in the Battle of Quicksand. The great savior Thrall is kind and lives an extremely self-disciplined life. He only eats green vegetables and white fruits. How could he eat it?"
Your beloved son?"
"No, this is not true!" Fandral Staghelm's eyes showed a look of struggle, still refusing to give in.
"Fandral Staghelm, you must face the hatred in your heart. The great savior Thrall, his glory is destined to shine on the entire Azeroth. General Rajax of the Qiraji is the real murderer of Varstan.
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"Qiraji, Lajax?" A look of confusion gradually appeared in Staghelm's eyes. He sank a little bit, and finally fell completely. He whispered to himself: "Yes, the despicable Qiraji, they
Killed my beloved son."
Deer Helmet's eyes were filled with tears of blood, and he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The Dark Night generals were stunned into silence. The magic that could tamper with memories was beyond their understanding of magic.
The envoys of the Moon God actually possess such terrifying abilities, which makes them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Very well, Staghelm, the dust from your soul has been brushed away, and you have finally woken up." The voice of the divine messenger was full of kindness, but to everyone's ears, it sounded like the terrifying whisper of the ancient god.
With the support of the God Envoy, even the powerful Staghelm surrendered. Tyrande suddenly felt confident and took the lead in swearing: "The night elves will obey the will of the Moon God and form an alliance with the orcs to defend the world of Azeroth."
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The generals in the dark night looked at each other, and in the face of the terrifying power of the divine messenger, they could only accept it helplessly.
After a while, the voice of the angel came again:
"I understand your concerns. Don't worry, I will meet Thrall in person. Although the orcs were once seduced by the Legion, they are kind in nature. I will persuade Thrall to form an alliance with the night elves sincerely. In order to save Al
To fight Xerath, I will also send an envoy to the Dragon Clan and ask the Red Dragon Queen to help us."