"What, the night elves were deceived by Arthas. There is something wrong with those armors and weapons?"
In a dream, Magni Bronzebeard received a revelation from the Moon God.
At Mount Hyjal, the night elves all changed their equipment and gained an advantage in the battle with the Burning Legion. Magni had already received the news, and such powerful equipment appeared in batches, attracting the attention of all parties.
Regarding the origin of this batch of armor, Magni also had many guesses in his mind, among which the most likely answer was the Scourge Legion.
"You must warn the night elves, Magni, and Azeroth to await your salvation."
A horrifying scene appeared in front of Magni. He saw countless night elves fighting on the ground. Their opponent was the Burning Legion. Although the soldiers of the Legion fought bravely, the night elves relied on their equipment advantages and gradually lost their strength.
Expand the results.
Just when the night elves were about to win, suddenly, a dark and ominous aura emerged from the armor, wrapping around the night elves' bodies like poisonous snakes.
The night elves wailed in pain and struggled, but unfortunately they could not take off these cursed armors. The armor merged with their flesh and blood. Finally, they stopped struggling, their eyes became dull, and they became walking corpses.
Magni woke up from his nightmare. There was a starlight outside the window. It was still late at night. There was a time difference between the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor. It was daylight on Mount Hyjal and the night elves were resting.
It seemed that the moon god Elune was very anxious, so Magni woke up early. He did not dare to neglect, hurriedly got into the secret room, picked up the Dream Hammer, and pointed it at the Azeroth Star Orb and Mount Hyjal.
direction.
In her dream, Tyrande found herself standing at the foot of the World Tree. She saw a clear human face appearing in the tree, with a look of pain on it, and she reluctantly opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
"Come to me quickly, the night elves are facing life and death."
The human face made a sound with difficulty. Tyrande woke up from his sleep and thought about it carefully. He felt that this dream was very unusual and might represent some kind of revelation.
Just as he was about to discuss it with Malfurion, Malfurion sat up and said in surprise: "Tylande, I had a dream."
The exact same dream made Tyrande take a breath.
Early the next morning, the generals and elders of Mount Hyjal came to visit, and they all had the same dream.
Tyrande and Malfurion became more and more certain that this must be some kind of enlightenment.
"Does anyone know what the face of Nordrassil represents?" Tyrande asked.
An elder who studied the World Tree replied:
"Somewhere at the roots of the world tree Nordrassil, there is a tree tumor that looks like a human face. It is said that when the moonlight is the strongest, the human face will occasionally speak some prophecies, and it is said that these prophecies come from the moon.
God Elune. I am certain that the face in the dream is this tree tumor."
Tyrande immediately stood up, waved his hand and said, "Take us there immediately."
At the root of Nordrassil, in front of a giant human-faced tree tumor, under the leadership of Tyrande and Malfurion, the Night Generals and the elders of Mount Hyjal were looking at the sky, waiting for the moonlight.
Appear.
Finally, the moon came out with bright moonlight, and a glow appeared on the surface of the tree tumor.
The ancient mottled tree bark is like the aging skin of an old man. The human face has its eyes closed tightly, its lips are constantly moving, and a faint voice comes:
"The Prince of Darkness throws out a gorgeous bait, hiding an insidious curse. The guardians of the forest rise from the battlefield. They are dead, but they are still alive."
A very obvious prophecy that required no explanation, and everyone present became dejected.
The Prince of Darkness must refer to Arthas.
The guardians of the forest must be the night elves.
But do these high-end armors really come from Alsace?
The Dark Night generals and elders all looked at Tyrande.
"A very strange prophecy, inexplicable and totally unexplainable, okay?"
Tyrande knew very well that with the strength of the Scourge, if he really wanted to deal with the night elves, there was no need for such complicated conspiracies.
In fact, the Scourge did nothing, just sat back and watched the night elves be defeated by the Burning Legion.
But not everyone is so rational. The night elves, like all living creatures, are deeply wary, especially the night elves who have great faith in the moon god Elune. After all, they have believed in it for ten thousand years.
Tyrande frowned deeply. She knew that this was a good opportunity to turn the situation around. She put on a straight face and said seriously:
"I received a vague revelation from the Moon God. These armors are likely to come from the Scourge. I guess that some of the tribesmen who disappeared in Mount Hyjal fell into the hands of the Scourge."
"Oh my God, our people have been captured by the Scourge Legion!" Everyone in the dark night exclaimed.
The night elves admire nature and life, and are naturally opposed to the Scourge, who control the power of death.
"But is there really something wrong with these armors and weapons?" A general carefully looked at his weapons and the armor. Apart from the strong magic, there was nothing abnormal.
Malfurion shook his head and said solemnly: "The Scourge has the power of death and is the enemy of life. They have so many tricks up their sleeves, how can they let us see the flaws."
Although it is a prophecy from the moon god, there are still people who are reluctant to part with armor and weapons.
"Yes, this is the trick of the Scourge Legion."
A tall figure walked over, his strong hooves clicking, it was Cenarius.
Cenarius's eyes widened and he roared:
"My people, you have all been deceived. Those Vrykul are not living people at all, they are undead from Northrend. I am a very good friend with the God King Skovald of Howling Bay. He told me,
There is no Vrykul tribe in Sao Feng Bay."
"Moon God Elune, there are undead that have sneaked into our fortress."
Tyrande sighed, clasped his hands in a pious manner: "It's all my fault. I was confused by the Scourge's equipment, lost my vigilance, and almost killed my people."
For ten thousand years, Tyrande rarely admitted her mistakes. Even after the tragedy on Mount Hyjal, Tyrande never admitted that she was wrong in public.
"Tyrande, it's not your fault, it's all the Scourge's cunning." Malfurion comforted, his eyes full of tenderness and sweetness, but in his heart he was thinking of that human girl with brilliant blond hair.
The elders of Mount Hyjal are all supporting Tyrande. Although the generals of the dark night have doubts in their hearts, the revelation of the moon god is right in front of them. To dare to oppose the prophecy of the moon god requires courage beyond ordinary people.
Cenarius said in a cold voice: "What are you waiting for, are you waiting for the curse in the armor to take effect? Why don't you take off these armors and destroy them."
In the night elf fortress, a blazing bonfire was lit, mixed with special fuel.
The soldiers in the dark night lined up neatly, reluctantly taking off their armor and weapons, and threw them into the fire to be burned. Advanced cannons and catapults also entered the scope of destruction.
Tyrande kept comforting the soldiers and shouted loudly:
"We, the night elves, can stand on top of the world not by armor and weapons, nor by magic, but by our strong faith and unyielding determination. As long as our faith is still there, our faith in the moon god Elune
As long as we are here, we are invincible, and the final victory must belong to the night elves."