Chapter seven hundred and seventy-one: priceless letter from home
Medivh was certain that there was at least one powerful mage in the Vrykul caravan.
Being able to interfere with the guardian's teleportation spell, this mage's strength is probably as strong as his own.
Medivh was very proud. After graduating from the Burning Legion's academy, he was confident that he would be able to fight even if he faced Odin, and the outcome was still uncertain.
But today's setback made him discouraged. If a random mage among the Vrykul was so powerful, how powerful should Odin be?
The cautious Medivh did not dare to take risks. Although there were other ways to enter the dark night fortress, the Vrykul might have set a trap for Medivh to fall into his own trap, such as the ancient forbidden magic circle.
Medivh's entire strength lies in magic. If he lost his magic, the vrykul would kill him as easily as killing a chicken.
Although people dare not go there, letters can be sent there.
Medivh wrote a secret letter to the messenger, and the recipient was Tyrande.
Without Medivh's reminder, Tyrande was very interested in the Vrykul caravan. He called Malfurion to discuss it. Malfurion also felt that this caravan was unusual and sent people to investigate.
"Nothing unusual was found." Malfurion rubbed his forehead: "They claim to be from Stormfjord and are Odin's people. They are an ancient tribe that makes a living by making armor. They are usually very low-key."
Tyrande asked unhappily: "Have they explained what happened to these night elves' crafts?"
Malfurion shrugged and replied:
"They said that they had received help from the night elves in ancient times, so they learned our craftsmanship. They heard that we were attacked by the Burning Legion, and they provided armor and weapons at a discount, in order to repay their kindness in ancient times."
Tyrande said with a cold face: "I don't remember helping the Vrykul. Could it be the time of Queen Azshara 10,000 years ago? Haha, the Vrykul have really good memories."
"Okay, okay, I understand your concerns!"
Malfurion stared at Tyrande and said worriedly: "This is very detrimental to our plan. The strength of our people has greatly increased, and it will be difficult for the Burning Legion to win. General Feather Moon's secret mage group is not even needed to fight.
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Upon hearing the name General Yuyue, Tyrande felt troubled and said fiercely:
"If the secret mage group is not destroyed, we will not be able to get the protection of the moon god Elune. The Vrykul seem to have helped us, but in fact they have ruined the situation. Although they have not received magic, these armors and weapons are magic equipment, and they still violate
It violated the wishes of the moon god Elune and made the great moon god unhappy."
Malfurion thought for a while, then said helplessly: "But there is nothing we can do. We can't make the soldiers give up these equipment. This is equivalent to sending their necks to the legion's butcher knife."
Tyrande also understood this truth. The Vrykul caravan was so generous and sincerely welcomed by the tribe that even if they wanted to drive them out of the fortress, it was impossible.
Just when Tyrande was in trouble, she happened to receive a secret letter from Medivh.
In the secret letter, Medivh solemnly stated that he must expel the Vrykul caravans, stop trade, and then find a way to get the night elves to abandon their armor and weapons and use flesh and blood to fight against the legion's iron evil energy.
Tyrande was so angry that he cursed: "Damn Medivh, he didn't show up himself, but he threw the problem to us."
Just when the couple was helpless, the guard knocked on the door and reported that it was a soldier who asked to see Tyrande about the armor provided by the Vrykul.
Tyrande reluctantly received this soldier, a young sentinel who had tears in his eyes for some reason.
"Blessed by the moon god Elune, soldier, how can I help you?" Tyrande asked pretending to be enthusiastic.
The soldier excitedly presented his armor. On the lining of the armor, in an inconspicuous corner, there was a line of beautiful small words engraved: "I am Elua. Morning Song, I am fine, don't read it."
"Elua. Chensong is my lover. On the night when Mount Hyjal was destroyed by the Legion, she turned into a white light and disappeared in front of me." The soldier rubbed his red eyes and whispered.
Tyrande and Malfurion looked at each other. The whereabouts of hundreds of thousands of night elves who disappeared that night were still unknown. Tyrande explained that they had entered the kingdom of the moon god Elune and enjoyed eternal glory.
"My love is still alive."
The soldier said excitedly:
"The soldiers found the writings of our tribe on many armors. Lord Tyrande, our tribe lives happily in the country of the Moon God. The Vrykul caravan must have been sent by the Moon God Elune to save us."
Tyrande blinked. She didn't know how to explain it, so she could only say piously: "Thank you to the moon god Elune, her glory will always shine on the earth."
The soldier left happily, constantly talking about the moon god Elune.
Tyrande and his wife did not believe that their tribe had entered the kingdom of the moon god, so they analyzed this situation.
"These armors were made by the missing people of Mount Hyjal. The Vrykul caravan is just a cover. It's just that in the world of Azeroth, who has the ability to rescue our people and who has the ability to let the people learn to make these armors.
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Malfurion and Tyrande looked at each other, and they saw the same answer in their eyes.
"The Scourge, Arthas."
Tyrande was furious and cursed: "We have been fooled. They are not Vrykul from Stormheim at all. They must be from Northrend, ancient Vrykul resurrected by Arthas, a group of damn undead."
Malfurion sighed: "It is really unexpected that Arthas participated in the battle of Mount Hyjal in this way. Unfortunately, we can't do anything. Should we tell the people that we have been deceiving them?"
Tyrande had no choice but to curse Arthas loudly.
The power of Arthas left a deep mark on Tyrande's heart. Later, the Alliance and Horde expedition to Northrend, Tyrande ordered the night elves not to participate.
There was a mixture of joy and sadness, while the night elves were celebrating knowing the whereabouts of their people, Tyrande and Malfurion had grim faces, not knowing how to continue this war.
Medivh's secret letters came one after another, constantly urging Tyrande to take action.
In a recent secret letter, Medivh even stated that if Tyrande did not take action, Archimonde would lead the Burning Legion to withdraw from Azeroth, and the night elves would never be able to obtain the protection of the Moon God.
This made Tyrande feel that the end was coming. She seemed to see that she had lost her power and was dependent on Malfurion. She lived pitifully and low-key, living cautiously, forever and ever.
The trade between the Night Elves and the Vrykul is in full swing. In addition to armors and weapons, cannons with terrifying calibers, catapults, etc. are also being transported into the fortress. The Vrykul provide technical support to help Night Elves install these heavy weapons.
Seeing that the fortress was built like an iron barrel, the Tyrande couple's expressions became increasingly gloomy.
Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard, the secret guardian of the World Tree, fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw the bright full moon hanging above his head, the power of milky white moonlight covering his whole body, and a majestic woman's voice came into his ears:
"Get up, Magni, the night elves in Mount Hyjal need your rescue."