Seven hundred and thirty fourth: Thrall's miscalculation
"We are the indomitable night elves. We are fearless. We are not afraid of power. No one can affect our free will. With the great moon god Elune above, the night elves will surely unite with the noble orcs.
Fight to save Azeroth."
Priestess of the Moon Tyrande ended her prayers, and the night elves, who were not afraid of power, finally surrendered before the mysterious power of the divine messenger.
The Night Elves began preparations for war. Countless armies entered Mount Hyjal, and strong fortifications began to be built. Before the arrival of the Burning Legion, Mount Hyjal would become a solid barrier.
Ironforge, Magni in his sleep. Bronzebeard saw a white moonlight.
"stand up!"
A majestic voice sounded in Magni's ears. In his dream, he saw thousands of rays of light falling from the sky. In front of him was a majestic mountain with a towering giant tree growing on it. The huge canopy covered the sky.
Every day.
Nordrassil, the World Tree, countless night elves live on this giant tree, guarding their homeland.
A bright moon hovered at the top of the World Tree, and the loud voice of the moon god Elune reached Bronzebeard's ears.
"Magni, you are the guardian of the World Tree. The Burning Legion led by Archimonde is rushing to Mount Hyjal. His goal is the World Tree. He is eager to obtain the power of the World Tree."
Magni Bronzebeard prostrated on the ground piously: "Great Moon God Elune, I am willing to protect the World Tree, even if I sacrifice my own life, even if the dwarves shed their last drop of blood."
"No, Bronzebeard, the Burning Legion is only an enemy on the surface. The seeds of reincarnation have been buried. Although the World Tree is the home of the night elves, it has lost its original role. Bronzebeard, you must remember that the night elves
If our clan defends Mount Hyjal and defeats the Burning Legion, it will be equivalent to the destruction of Azeroth."
Magni Bronzebeard was puzzled. Although he was in a dream, his consciousness was extremely clear and he knew what he was doing. He hurriedly asked: "Dear Moon God, please give me some advice."
"There are some restless people within the night elves."
The voice of Moon God Elune was very disappointed:
"I have long warned them not to touch dangerous magic. Magic will bring them immediate convenience, but in the end it will bring destruction. Defeating the Burning Legion will make the night elves obsessed with magic. From now on, they will be obsessed with magic.
It is out of control, and the tragedy of the earth-shattering ten thousand years ago will surely repeat itself, and the final moment will come to Azeroth."
To be honest, Magni Bronzebeard didn't understand Elune's explanation, but he had his own ideas.
The night elves are very powerful, the most perfect creatures in Azeroth. Their magic talents are the envy of all races. If the night elves study magic, the dwarves will probably become slaves.
For the sake of his own race, Magni will not let the night elves win. It is best to destroy them together with the Burning Legion.
"Great Moon God Elune, Magni is willing to listen to your guidance."
"I sent the divine envoy, but he has his own ideas." Moon God Elune seemed a little helpless: "In the past ten thousand years, I have selected many divine envoys, but none of them can satisfy me. You must let the divine envoy
Understand that the orcs are noble, benevolent, and kind, and without the help of the orcs, Azeroth will surely be destroyed."
Magni thought silently, and he understood that a carefully designed deception and lie was needed.
Magni hated the orcs very much. The orc invasion that year brought disaster to the dwarves. Countless tribesmen were captured and eaten by the orcs. The dwarves managed to defend Ironforge with difficulty, thanks to Magni's secret use of Titan relics.
Fortunately, the true strength of the orcs has been exposed. The cavemen of Rag City showed everyone how to defeat the orcs. Magni secretly trained a team of dwarf musketeers. As long as he is alive, the orcs will not threaten the dwarves.
"Magni, you must remember that Mount Hyjal is an excellent opportunity."
Luna's voice was full of confidence:
"I need you to use your wisdom and use Titan relics to wipe out the restless elements of the Burning Legion, Scourge, and Night Elves in Mount Hyjal, and return Azeroth to a fresh and clear world."
This is a difficult problem that requires careful planning, timely response and a lot of good luck. Magni was afraid and said sincerely: "I will obey the will of the moon god."
Orgrimmar.
The visit of the divine envoy was warmly welcomed. Thrall, wearing a tattered, patched gray robe and simple straw sandals on his feet, welcomed the divine envoy together with Vol'jin, Chen Stormstout, Lorkhan and others.
The envoy who came riding the hippogryph was wearing a thick silver robe with a gold belt around his waist. The cloak covered his head and face, and a bright full moon hanging above his head symbolized the identity of the envoy.
Seeing the divine envoy getting off the hippogryph, Thrall rushed towards him, but he couldn't reach him and fell over.
A bright halo surrounds the divine envoy, making it impossible for anyone to get close, and anyone who gets close will be ejected far away.
Sal's ferocious expression flashed past, and he immediately forced out a smile.
"Dear Envoy of the God, welcome to Orgrimmar." Thrall respectfully led the way. Walking on the wide and clean streets, you can see polite orcs everywhere.
You can also see tauren, centaurs, pandas, wild boars, etc. All races live harmoniously together, showing humility to each other, uniting and being friendly, and the journey is full of laughter and laughter.
The envoy whose head and face was covered could not see his expression, and he just followed Thrall and walked forward.
Sal secretly turned sideways, took out the manuscript in his arms, took a look at it, and said modestly:
"Before us orcs entered Kalimdor, it was a chaotic place. Centaurs, quilboars, and tauren were fighting endlessly, with casualties and casualties. It hurt my heart to see it. Since the establishment of Orgrimmar, I have personally visited these three tribes.
, finally allowed all races to unite, put aside their prejudices and disputes, and jointly build Kalimdor."
The envoy remained silent, but walked forward with vigorous steps.
Thrall looked puzzled. He didn't know if his statement had any effect. He took a few steps and said: "We orcs attach great importance to people's livelihood projects and help all ethnic groups build water conservancy projects, build oases, and expand green areas. In a few years, Dulong will
Tarr and the Barrens will turn green."
The divine envoy suddenly stopped, looked at Thrall's ferocious face, and said suddenly: "Your mouth tastes of tauren and pandaren. Last night you ate charcoal-grilled tauren, and for lunch you ate pandaren hot pot.
"
Thrall was surprised. How could this divine envoy know everything? It seemed that he was not as stupid as Chen Stormstout.
The divine messenger said calmly:
"Since the orcs entered Kalimdor, the number of tauren has been reduced by half, the centaurs have lost one-third, three-fifths of the quilboar have been slaughtered, the cavemen have been almost wiped out, and the pandaren have lost more than 300,000 people.
."
Thrall frowned deeply, thinking that this divine messenger was not a good person.
"The damage to the environment is even more shocking." The envoy said sadly:
"The orcs were deforestation indiscriminately. The dense forests along the Durotar coastline were cleared. The few oases were completely disappeared. Two-thirds of the oases in the Barrens disappeared. Dozens of large rivers stopped flowing. Even the Ashenvale