Tyrande regrouped her emotions. The night elves were facing a historic turning point. She must firmly hold the power in this change. Regardless of the wailing of the people, Tyrande quickly summoned the elders to discuss countermeasures.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with joining the Legion." Tyrande knew very well that there were many elders who were as greedy for power as she was. She said with piercing eyes and a serious tone.
"Moon God Elune, maybe this is an opportunity for the night elves to rise."
Being able to still consider his own power under such circumstances, Tyrande's calculations can be said to be different from ordinary people.
"What should we do?" an elder asked in a panic.
Tyrande forced herself to calm down and ordered:
"The next three days are very important. We need to collect words of praise and tell everyone that the cause of the Burning Legion is just and great. The leader of the Legion, Sargeras, is kind and kind, and is greater than the moon god Elune. He has joined the Legion.
It was an act of justice, a surrender that wanted light, not shame."
The elders looked at each other and were able to quickly change their minds in this situation and reverse ten thousand years of ideological understanding. It is difficult for ordinary people to do this. He is worthy of being Lord Tyrande.
An elder's frown gradually eased, and he spread his hands and said helplessly:
"At this point, the night elves have no choice but to simply accept the Legion. Lord Tyrande's words make sense. Rather than being forced to accept it in humiliation, it is better to let the people enjoy it from the bottom of their hearts.
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Another elder echoed: "Yes, this is a white lie, all for the sake of the night elves."
Now that the opinions were unanimous, everyone felt much more comfortable. When talking about how to praise the Burning Legion, everyone began to express their opinions. An elder analyzed it from a philosophical perspective:
"Actually, there is no distinction between good and evil in the universe. There are only differences in camps and positions. The Burning Legion can actually be just. They are a military organization with ideals and goals."
"Who says otherwise? Sargeras created the Burning Legion to fight against the evil void. We have all misunderstood the Burning Legion. They have always fought for a just cause."
"The Legion has great strength. With the Legion as a big backer, the rise of our night elves is just around the corner. It is actually a good thing to join the Burning Legion."
The elders spoke to each other, and soon, the originally heinous Burning Legion was described as a just and kind organization in the mouths of the elders.
The power of collective brainwashing is so terrifying that in the end even they themselves believed it.
Malfurion kept a clear mind, looked at the performances of the elders, and shook his head helplessly.
The night elves can't fight against the dragons, let alone the dragons and the Burning Legion join forces. There are only three days. Unless a miracle happens, the night elves are really doomed.
Medivh walked into the Legion's central tent, and Archimonde was carefully watching Nordrassil's defense map.
Hearing Medivh's familiar footsteps, Archimonde didn't look back. Just like he was in school, Archimonde asked in a principal's tone:
"Classmate Medivh, how many legion soldiers are needed to capture Mount Hyjal, which is garrisoned by 10,000 red dragons?"
As a student of Sargeras' Void Academy, Medivh had received complete military courses. He immediately showed caution and thought for a long time before answering:
"Back to the principal, the Dragon Clan's strength lies in air supremacy. The Legion's Fel Screamers cannot fight against the dragons. The Legion soldiers are not good at long range. If the Legion were to face off against the Red Dragon Clan, it would probably take half a million Legion soldiers to win."
Archimonde looked pleased, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Be neither arrogant nor impetuous, be cautious. You are much stronger than the generals under my command. They always think that the legionnaires are invincible. Hum, how can it be so easy to deal with 10,000 adult dragons?"
Medivh knew not to belittle the legion's strength too much, so he immediately added:
"Azeroth has a magic shield left by the Titans, and the Legion's Star Destroyers cannot come in. Otherwise, it would only require a hundred Star Destroyers, and it would be easy to destroy 10,000 dragons."
Archimonde was very satisfied with Medivh's answer, and his smile became more cordial:
"Yes, precisely because of the existence of the Titan Shield, the Legion's heavy weapons cannot enter Azeroth. The Legion soldiers are forced to engage in stupid hand-to-hand combat with the dragons. We have encountered races more powerful than the dragons in other worlds, and they have all been annihilated.
The starship turned into ashes. Even so, the Legion will not give up in the world of Azeroth."
Medivh immediately understood what Archimonde meant and hurriedly said:
"Principal, everything is ready. The Red Dragon Queen would never have thought that the Heart Fountain was a trap that had been laid long ago. In three days, when we complete the handover of the Night Elf clan, it will be the end of the Red Dragon clan."
Archimonde stared at Medivh and said: "You are a smart man. I actually don't mind cooperating with the Red Dragon Queen. It's just that we can't believe the Titans. After all, the Red Dragon family is the servants of the Titans, and their hearts must be different."
Medivh lowered his head and showed a reassuring expression: "Principal, as long as the night elves and the red dragons are all destroyed, Azeroth will only have a few sealed ancient gods left. We can deal with them bit by bit.
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Archimonde looked at the map of Azeroth on the wall:
"Medivine, you are my student and you understand what the Legion wants. I will fulfill my promise. From now on, there will be only orcs in the world of Azeroth. The orcs are a brutal and brutal race. They cannot study magic and cannot threaten the Legion.
From now on, Azeroth will always be an ally of the Legion, and you will be the supreme god of Azeroth."
The road to becoming a god is so difficult. In the history of the Burning Legion's Void Academy, only a few have achieved this achievement. Medivh's face was filled with glory. He thought of his predecessor, Queen Azshara.
It's fast, it's fast. Medivh is confident that he can surpass this fellow.
In the night elf fortress, Tyrande led the elders on a journey to praise the Burning Legion.
Ordinary people don't need to think, they just need to accept it, but after all, the time is too short. In just three days, it is difficult for the people to change their ten thousand-year views. Tyrande's actions have little effect.
Tyrande knew very well that everything she did did not require any effect, it was all done for Archimonde to see, so that Archimonde could know that Tyrande was the most suitable leader of the night elves.
All the changes in Mount Hyjal were seen by Robbie.
At this moment, the most appropriate choice for the night elf is not to keep the appointment in three days.
But under the coercion of the dragon clan, it was difficult for the night elves to make the right choice.
When the agreed time came, the red dragon clan was waiting at the Heart Fountain. With Tyrande's efforts to bring them together, and of course, more importantly, the dragon clan's coercion, the desperate night elves could only pack up and head towards the Heart Fountain.
However, there are still quite a few night elves staying in the fortress, calmly waiting for their fate to come.
It was a quiet night. The night elves, led by Cenarius and Tyrande, lined up neatly and rushed to the Heart Fountain. The entire team was silent, like prisoners rushing to the execution ground.
Robbie knew that there was only one way to prevent the night elves' tragedy at this moment.
Although Robbie was very reluctant, he had no choice.