Chapter seven hundred and forty seventh: the fountain of the heart
Arthas is human!
Staghelm noticed this sensitively. There were many legends about Alsace, many of which described him as a heinous and terrifying monster. The Lich King was the most "friendly" name for Alsace.
But everyone has overlooked one thing: Alsace is still a human being.
He did not resurrect after death, nor was he a demon that absorbed evil energy.
He is just a real human being.
"Arthas, what did he say?" Fandral Staghelm asked anxiously.
Probably because of the setback he suffered at Thrall, Valstann had reservations about Alsace and said warily: "Alsace told me that they can help the night elves escape from Mount Hyjal. They have ways, but they must respect the night elves.
The choice of the elves. The Scourge would like to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, but the situation does not allow it."
Staghelm nodded helplessly: "If the Scourge joins Mount Hyjal, all races in Azeroth will unite with the Burning Legion to fight against the Scourge. Alas, it's hard to distinguish between good and evil in this world."
"This is a difficult choice for the people of the night elves." Valstann was very worried: "Facing the attack of the Burning Legion, Mount Hyjal shares the same hatred. I wonder if any of the people are willing to be shameful deserters."
"If you are not a deserter, you will only die a meaningless death, serving as fuel for the legion's furnace." Staghelm understood his situation and what he should do.
Cenarius, Malfurion, and Hamuul Runetotem hired a large group of adventurers to attack the Land of Fire. The temperature of the Fire Elemental Domain of the Fire Lord was extremely high, making it impossible for mortals to survive.
After killing a large number of adventurers, he could not even find the door to the Land of Fire. Facing the endless lava and the terrifying high temperature, Cenarius felt timid, so he proposed to retreat, and Malfurion readily agreed.
The conquest of the Fire Land was like going shopping, a farce like a child's play. Cenarius declared a great victory and boasted that he had driven the Fire Lord back to the Sealed Land.
Although he did not see the Fire Lord, he succeeded in angering Ragnaros. Cenarius returned to Mount Hyjal and felt the rich power of fire in the air, proving that the Fire Lord was no longer guarding Mount Hyjal.
The Fire Lord also has dignity. How could the night elves not be annoyed when they treat him like this? The cooperation between the two parties that lasted for thousands of years has come to an end.
After eliminating all difficulties, the envoy finally promoted the alliance between the night elves and the orcs, and completed the task assigned by the moon god Elune. Thrall entered Darnassus and formally formed an alliance with Tyrande.
After the news spread, the night elves in Darnassus and Mount Hyjal cheered and celebrated together with great joy, as if it was the New Year. Many night elves shed tears of excitement.
"The great savior Thrall joins forces with us night elves, and the Burning Legion will be defeated."
"The orcs came to save Azeroth. They are the enemies of the Burning Legion."
"I heard that Thrall, the savior, defeated Archimonde with just one move. Kil'jaeden was so frightened that he fled back to the planet Argus. The Burning Legion learned that the orcs participated in the battle of Mount Hyjal and took the initiative to retreat five hundred
inside."
"Here comes the great savior Thrall, the night elves are saved, and Mount Hyjal is safe."
Facing this jubilant scene, the singing and dancing elves were singing and dancing to celebrate their alliance with the orcs. Tyrande and Malfurion both showed smiles of relief, and many days of hard work finally bore fruit.
Although some bad things happened, hundreds of low-level officers sent to the Watcher's Vault were rescued on the way, and the exiled night elves all disappeared overnight.
But the joyful atmosphere of the night elves could not be concealed. Mount Hyjal was decorated with lights and there was a sea of joy everywhere.
"In ten thousand years, the night elves have never been so united." Tyrande sighed. At this moment, she felt that she had stood at the pinnacle of her life.
Against this backdrop of universal celebration, Lukheli and his son were operating in secret and in a low-key manner.
Unexpectedly, in the festive shadow of the night elves, many tribesmen held a pessimistic attitude towards cooperation with the orcs. Staghelm's timely appearance was welcomed by these people.
"Lord Staghelm, the orcs are a group of ferocious beasts. They colluded with the Burning Legion to conquer Mount Hyjal. Tyrande was deceived. She made the wrong choice. We, the night elves, are in danger."
"I don't know what Tyrande is thinking. Our strength is enough to defeat the Burning Legion. There is no need to cooperate with the orcs. Why is this? I always feel that something bad will happen."
Countless veterans grabbed Staghelm's hand and spoke their innermost thoughts, all at once. Vastann was incomprehensible: "Father, if there are so many right voices, why are there so many praises for Thrall outside?"
Deer Helmet felt a soreness in his nose and said helplessly: "It is difficult for their voices to be heard. They have been banned. They can only praise the Moon God."
Under the beautiful scene of the cooperation between the night elves and the orcs, Staghelm's rebel organization grew rapidly and spread like a plague.
They knew that they were unable to fight against the Moon God, and they did not want to cause a civil war among the night elves. The people who stayed awake quietly fled Mount Hyjal, and Staghelm provided them with help.
Although the Night Elf clan has no census, people continue to disappear, which still attracts widespread attention. The lower-level officers reported the matter to their superiors, but unfortunately they never received a response.
Darnassus, Tyrande and Thrall held detailed negotiations. In order to show the sincerity of the night elves, the orcs stationed at many important entrances to Mount Hyjal, including the Heart Fountain.
The Heart Spring is located near Nordrassil, the world tree. It is a spring full of magic and the source of power for all the ancient trees of war in Mount Hyjal.
Malfurion explained that the Heart Spring was blessed by the Moon God and was rich in the power of nature and life, but a more reliable theory was that the spring contained the power of the Well of Eternity.
In Darnassus, the Ancient of War relies on the power of the Moon Well, which is much weaker than the Ancient of War in Mount Hyjal.
When they learned that the Heart Fountain had been handed over to the orcs for defense, Shandris Feathermoon and Maiev were both frightened. They went to Tyrande to protest, but were told that Tyrande was entertaining distinguished guests.
The two waited until dark, only to see Tyrande and Thrall walking out of the Temple of the Moon with smiles on their faces.
"Don't worry, I'll do the work."
Thrall patted his chest and assured: "There are orcs stationed at the Heart Fountain to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Tyrande smiled happily: "The orcs are the saviors of Azeroth, of course I trust you."
Both Shandis Yuyue and Maiev's eyes were filled with darkness, and they realized that it was irreversible.
There is always calm on the eve of a storm, with clan members singing and laughing, as well as secret plots.
After the orcs entered the Heartwell, the ancient war trees in Mount Hyjal gradually weakened. The officers reported this situation to Tyrande, but nothing happened as before.
Shadows shrouded Mount Hyjal, and more and more night elves felt that something was wrong.