Ancient gemstone veins have attracted countless adventurers. As the saying goes, wealth is attractive, and as long as you get a magic gem, you can live a life of worry-free food and clothing.
Even though the battle on Mount Hyjal was about to break out, countless adventure teams still entered the World Tree area. The five trade princes of the goblins and the venture capital companies all sent their own teams to try to open up trade lines.
The three-party coalition of night elves, orcs, and humans faced off against the Burning Legion. Both sides were cautiously testing and small-scale battles continued to break out. Smoke billowed around Nordrassil every day, and conflicts continued.
The adventure team that was carried away by greed entered the melee area, and either lost their flesh and blood to become the orcs' military rations, or lost their souls to become fuel for the legion's furnace.
Only a team of three hundred adventurers easily broke through the blockades, entered the night elf fortress, and opened the portal inside the fortress.
This is an adventure team composed of Vrykul. They are all the bravest Vrykul warriors. They are generally more than three meters tall and stronger than ogres. They are extremely well-equipped and have rich combat experience. When encountering orcs, they will
Kill them, hang their bodies on wooden poles, and annihilate them all when they encounter a small group of legions.
The combat prowess of the Vrykul amazed the night elves and won the respect of the night elves. This is why the Vrykul are allowed to enter the fortress.
In the small-scale contact battle with the Burning Legion, the night elves who had lost the forest were completely at a disadvantage. Their arrows could not penetrate the legion's armor, and the druid's minions and moonfire could not cause harm to the legionnaires.
Thousands of tribesmen were lost in Tianjie, but the legion's losses were only minimal.
This is a completely unequal war. The generals in Dark Night are frowning and their morale is gradually declining.
Tyrande and Malfurion continued to boost morale, telling everyone that the night elves, blessed by the moon god, were invincible. Unfortunately, they had little effect. The number of deaths increased every day and weighed heavily on the night generals.
heart.
This 300-member Vrykul adventure team brought hope to the night elves. They purchased large quantities of magical gems from ancient mines, and exchanged them for the armor and weapons that the night elves needed most.
You know, the night elves reject magic. These magic-rich gems are just decorations for them, and the Vrykul put forward an offer that is hard to refuse. One gem can be exchanged for a hundred sets of high-quality armor and weapons.
Interestingly, the vrykul only dealt privately with lower-level officers, and Malfurion and Tyrande were completely kept in the dark.
There are several powerful mages among the Vrykul who have opened more than twenty portals at once, and mountains of equipment are shipped every day, while the night elves only pay a small bag of magic gems.
Although magic gems are extremely precious, compared with these high-end magic equipment, the night elves are making huge profits. The generosity of the Vrykul is as admirable as their tall stature.
Within a few days, the night elves collectively completed the change of clothes.
Tyrande served the Moon God every day and was indifferent to military affairs. After many days, she realized something was wrong. The number of night elves killed in battle dropped significantly, while the number of legionnaires captured increased.
Could it be that the moon god Elune has appeared?
After praying devoutly and thanking the Moon God for her gift, Tyrande suddenly noticed the changes in the night elves. Even the guards around her had new equipment.
"Lord Tyrande, this is the equipment sold by the Vrykul caravan in the fortress."
The guard happily introduced his armor:
"I have never seen such advanced armor and weapons, which can withstand the evil fire of the legion. Arrows can penetrate the legion's armor. And this pair of daggers are extremely sharp and can easily cut through the legion's armor.
This must be the protection of Elune, the moon god."
Vrykul?
Tyrande understands the Vrykul, the second generation creations of the Titans in ancient times, who suffered the curse of flesh and blood from the ancient gods.
They are tall, powerful, and brave in battle. They are a race that is truly not afraid of death. They are proud to enter Odin's Hall of Valor after death and believe that death is the beginning of their lives.
The Vrykul master the craftsmanship of Titans and are good at forging armor and weapons.
There was just something wrong. Tyrande asked the guard to take off his armor and looked at it carefully.
No, no, the style of armor is clearly unique to the night elves. You know, the Vrykul's equipment style tends to be rough and practical, and they never know what art is, while the night elves like complicated patterns.
Tyrande was certain that a Vrykul with hands as big as cattail fans would never be able to create such fine patterns and exquisite carvings.
Why would a vrykul caravan sell armor made by night elves?
Tyrande opened the inner layer of the armor, revealing the runes as complex as stars inside, and a strong magical aura rushed towards his face.
"Except for a small number of Titan relics and the occasional master-level work, Azeroth has never seen such advanced magic armor. It is even less possible for night elves to master such advanced magic, and neither can the Vrykul."
Tyrande's expression changed with shock, she realized the conspiracy.
Camp of the Burning Legion.
Archimonde is waiting for the orcs to pollute the roots of the World Tree. When Nodassil loses his magic power, it will be the time for the Legion to launch a general attack.
The strength of the Night Fortress's shields decreased day by day, but the combat effectiveness of the night elf soldiers suddenly increased.
The shocking number of casualties among the legionnaires made Archimonde unbearable and called Medivh.
"I have received information that a vrykul caravan has appeared in the night elf fortress to provide them with armor and weapons. I suspect that Odin has intervened. Go and find out what is going on. The legion's great cause must not be hindered.
"
Medivh followed the order and teleported to the night elf fortress. As for the Vrykul, Medivh might not take their lives for Odin's sake, but he would definitely drive them out of Mount Hyjal.
When Medivh stepped out of the portal and found himself in the orc camp, Thrall and Agna were tasting a strong tauren. The two heads met, face to face, biting the tauren's flesh and blood.
"Lord Guardian, why are you here?" Thrall asked in surprise.
Medivh's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. After so many years, his teleportation spell had an error.
"Thall, look at what you are like. Please cheer up. Azeroth is waiting for you to save, but you always look like a lazy beast, like a beast in heat. When will you be able to save it?"
The great cause of the Legion..."
He came anyway, and Medivh took the opportunity to scold Thrall.
Thrall was reprimanded by Medivh for no reason. Thrall was confused and began to wonder if he had done something wrong and accidentally offended Medivh.
Medivh did not forget his purpose. When he was tired of being scolded, he opened the portal again.
The howling cold wind blew the earth. Medivh stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, looking at the frozen earth below, feeling desolate in his heart. This was clearly Northrend.
This is definitely not a mistake, but someone interfered with the teleportation spell.
In order to verify his guess, Medivh used teleportation again, this time the target was Karazhan, and he successfully returned to the Karazhan library.
The source of interference should be in the dark night fortress, Medivh is sure.