Among the night elves, the sacrifice of the Moon God has always been a big event.
In previous years, the sacrificial celebration was held in the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus.
Because of the great events of the era such as the Battle of Mount Hyjal, especially the alliance with the Orcs, in order to boost morale, this year's sacrifice was held at Mount Hyjal, with an unprecedented scale.
The full moon Elune hangs in the sky, symbolizing the moon god overlooking Azeroth.
Tyrande, dressed in silver, climbed onto the high platform that had been prepared and delivered a speech before the celebration as usual:
"...For ten thousand years, Elune, the Moon Goddess, has protected us night elves and defeated enemies one after another. We have suffered hardships, and we have faced dangerous enemies, but with the help of Elune, the Moon Goddess
Asylum, we are invincible and unstoppable. The Burning Legion is attacking our homeland. Under the guidance of the Moon God, we have welcomed our most reliable allies, the orcs."
Waves of cheers came from below the high platform, and countless night elves shouted the name of Thrall, the savior.
Tyrande maintained a friendly smile. The people's enthusiastic support for Thrall made her feel uncomfortable. Tyrande hesitated for a moment. After all, the orcs were the protagonists today. She should be more modest and shouted:
"The great savior Thrall is invited to give an important speech."
Staghelm and his son made disguises and hid in the crowd under the high platform. They secretly watched Thrall ascend the high platform. Thrall was wearing black Orgrimmar armor and carrying the Doomhammer on his back. He had a friendly look on his face.
Smile.
"The Burning Legion will launch an attack tonight." Is the news accurate? Staghelm looked at the clear night sky and asked uneasily.
"This is information from the Scourge. It is absolutely true." Vastan looked at the crowd around him uneasily: "It's a pity that the night elves were not prepared at all. They were all deceived by the orcs."
Deer Helmet's brows darkened for a while, and he said worriedly: "It's too late to inform everyone to retreat. Although we have successfully allowed more than 100,000 tribesmen to escape from Mount Hyjal, it is obviously not enough. The Burning Legion probably knows our conspiracy.
That's why we launched the attack in advance, what should we do? Does Alsace have any solution?"
"The Scourge Legion has prepared a large teleportation array." Vastanen whispered: "It's just that this array uses the power of the mind. Only those who are willing to retreat can obtain the power of teleportation."
"Willingly?" Lu Helmet and his son looked at the crowd cheering enthusiastically around them.
"Salvator the Savior, Thrall the Savior, Thrall the Savior."
The uniform cheers rose in waves. Seeing the heroic appearance of the savior Thrall with their own eyes, many night elf girls fainted with excitement.
"How could they be so willing?" Lu Helmet looked confused.
Valstann whispered: "Alsace told me that they will find a way."
Staghelit didn't understand how to turn the situation around in this situation.
Thrall climbed onto the high platform and looked at the countless night elves below. He secretly took out the draft he had prepared and took a look at it. He suddenly felt a gust of cold wind hit him and almost fell to the ground. He grinned cruelly at first.
Smile.
When the heated atmosphere gradually subsided, Sal felt dizzy, threw his speech notes behind him, and began his speech without any hesitation:
"My father led the Frostwolf clan to live in the Frostfire Ridge in the ice and snow. The harsh natural environment created the tenacious character of the orcs. We dared to face all difficulties. At that time, there was an evil race living in Draenor. They were
The draenei, the draenei slaughtered us orcs and treated us like slaves. They possess the powerful power of the Holy Light, advanced mechas and starships, and we orcs have no power to fight back."
Regarding the history of the orc world of Draenor, the residents of Azeroth have not heard much about it. The lower-class people living in Mount Hyjal have heard of the Draenei race for the first time.
But leaders like Tyrande and Malfurion knew what was happening in the world of Draenor. Tyrande frowned slightly and his heart sank. Malfurion on the side also felt a little confused.
Thrall's eyes gradually revealed a look of madness, and then he spoke:
"Until we met the Burning Legion. With the help of the Legion, and of course more due to the stupidity of the Draenei, we almost slaughtered the Draenei. Hahaha, they have become an endangered species. The Burning Legion is ours.
Benefactor of the orcs, help us get out of Draenor and conquer Azeroth."
There were still many night elves below shouting Thrall's name, but their voices were much quieter.
"The orcs successfully destroyed Lordaeron, slaughtered the high elves in Silvermoon City, tore all the mages in Dalaran to pieces and ate them. The stupid sentient beings of Azeroth regard us as their saviors. We are really a hopeless bunch.
Idiots of medicine. After landing in Kalimdor, we encountered a more stupid race, yes, it is you night elves. You are even stupider than the draenei, especially Tyrande and Malfurion.
, more stupid than a pig."
Under the high platform, the people of Mount Hyjal were silent, all looking at Tyrande and his wife, as if they were looking at two stupid pigs.
"Thall, what are you talking about?" Tyrande asked loudly, about to step forward to stop Thrall's speech.
Thrall punched Tyrande away and roared loudly:
"The stupidity of Tyrande and Malfurion ruined the night elves. From today on, the night elves are over. We orcs are the masters of Camlidor. You all, low-level night elves, deserve to die. Welcome."
May it be your end, this is your last sacrifice to the Moon God, and Azeroth will tremble in front of the Burning Legion."
A huge sense of loss swept across Mount Hyjal like a cold wind, and the night elves waited for an explanation.
The envoy with his head and face covered walked up to the high platform, knocked Sal out with a light palm, and explained loudly:
"Evil magic has controlled the great savior Thrall. People of the night elves, forget the unpleasantness that just happened. The orcs are kind and Thrall is the great savior. Don't believe the lies."
Another cold wind blew by, and the covering on the angel's face was shattered, revealing the ferocious orcish face.
"The envoy of the Moon God, he is actually an orc?"
The people of the night elves were all crazy, and they didn't know who to believe.
At this moment, little green lights appeared in the sky, like a dense meteor shower.
"What is that?" the night elves were discussing.
"Oh no, this is the Hellfire of the Burning Legion!" The experienced veteran recognized this terrifying sight.
"We were all deceived. Tyrande and Malfurion betrayed us to the Burning Legion."
Staghelm and his son took the opportunity to shout, Tyrande climbed onto the high platform, and what else did he want to say? A hellfire fell from the sky and smashed the wooden high platform. The angel was caught off guard and fell into a cloud of dust.
Tyrande climbed up from the ruins and looked around. Countless hellfires fell from the sky and landed on Mount Hyjal. Without the protection of the Lord of Fire, the dense forest was instantly ignited by the evil flames and turned into a sea of fire.
One hand held up Tyrande, it was Malfurion with a dusty face:
"Tylande, run away quickly, the night elves are finished." Malfurion said desperately.
"No, this is not true?" Tyrande was going crazy.
In the blazing flames, countless night elves cried and howled, and Mount Hyjal was set on fire.