Chapter seven hundred and seventy-four: superb acting
Tyrande and Malfurion looked at Valstann in horror. It felt bad to have life and death in the hands of others.
Valstann finally stopped taking action. Tyrande and Malfurion were only the representatives of the moon god Elune, and there was no point in killing them.
It is not difficult for Elune to support an agent. Although the night elves are a relatively benign race, they have no shortage of careerists, perhaps even more so than Tyrande. Valstann finally sighed helplessly:
"Unless the Moon God is removed, the dark night will remain dark."
After Valstein left, the thunderous sound of war drums sounded.
Regardless of being frightened, Tyrande and Malfurion hurried to the top of the city. Above the Burning Legion's camp, a green cloud of evil energy began to brew, and a large number of Legion soldiers were ready to go.
Archimonde finally launched a general attack.
There are many works describing the battle on Mount Hyjal in later generations. Most of the works tell how the three tribes fought bravely against the Burning Legion, describing the hardship of the battle and the bravery of the soldiers.
Especially the great savior Thrall, who killed millions of legionnaires with his own hands. The corpses of legionnaires were piled higher than the World Tree. He fought with Archimonde on the pile of corpses for seven days and seven nights, and chopped down Ark.
Mond's right arm was finally defeated by Sargeras' sneak attack.
Unfortunately, no matter how exaggerated the description is, one fact cannot be avoided. The coalition of the three tribes failed and failed to stop the advancement of the Burning Legion.
The first one to be attacked was Jaina's human camp. As the vanguard of the Burning Legion, the Lich Reki Donghan was best at frost spells and also dabbled in death spells. He led an army to ask Jaina for advice.
Jaina resisted symbolically. At this moment, she did not have the confidence to directly confront a lich. After leaving more than two thousand human corpses behind, Jaina ordered a retreat according to the plan.
Reki Donghan obeyed Archimonde's order and did not lead an army in pursuit, but only destroyed the camp.
The fighting in the orc camp was the most intense, and as a result, countless excellent literary works and famous sculptures and paintings were produced, praising the heroic orc heroes and the legions fighting bravely, showing the bravery and tragedy of the orcs, which moved people.
In particular, Thrall's slogan "When I am here, the position remains" has become a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages, inspiring countless future generations to move forward, and is truly the savior of Azeroth.
The second-in-command of the Dread Lord, Anersalon, led his troops to the orc camp and found that it was deserted. Anersalon had no choice but to direct and stage a "fierce" offensive and defensive battle, with as many as two figures.
The legionnaires were accidentally injured during this offensive and defensive battle.
Looking at the orc camp with smoke billowing and loud shouts of killing, Tyrande and Malfurion shed tears of excitement. Thrall did not deceive the night elves. They fought bravely with the Legion for Azeroth.
It's just that the combat power of the orcs is too strong. Facing the continuous attacks of tens of thousands of legionnaires, Thrall actually persisted for most of the day, which made the night elves feel ashamed after destroying their equipment and collapsing.
What followed was a great rout. The remaining human soldiers mixed with the withdrawn troops of the orcs, crowding the roads, and rushed towards the night elf fortress, followed by the Burning Legion army in pursuit.
On top of the city, Tyrande delivered an impassioned speech: "Our allies fought bravely against the legions, but suffered defeat after being outnumbered. We must open the city gates and let them enter the fortress and be cared for by the night elves. They are brave warriors.
, deserve a rest.”
But the Dark Night generals who are familiar with the art of war don't think so. The defeated army must separate its troops to block the enemy and cover the retreat of the troops in front. Only then can the friendly forces open the fortress gate and let the defeated army in.
Otherwise, if the defeated army swarms in and the enemy troops follow suit, the fortress will be undefendable and destined to fall. This is the most basic military common sense.
"Why don't you open the city gate?" Tyrande asked.
The general guarding the city raised his telescope and carefully looked at the withdrawn troops of the orcs.
"The orcs' armor has no dust, their weapons are intact, their steps are strong and strong, and they have plenty of physical strength. They don't look like they have been through a battle at all. Lord Tyrande, we have been fooled and cannot open the city gate."
Tyrande glared angrily and roared stubbornly:
"I am the chief priestess, and my will represents the moon god Elune. How dare you suspect Elune of making a mistake? You are blaspheming the great moon god, why don't you open the city gate quickly?"
Tyrande exerted pressure in the name of the Moon God, but the defender could not resist, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and order the city gate to be opened.
But the strange thing is that the city gate seems to be welded shut and cannot be opened.
"Lord Tyrande, the city gate cannot be opened."
The guard replied helplessly, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
"What's going on?" Tyrande asked with a frown.
The guard was obedient and hesitated for a while before replying: "The Vrykul helped us reinforce the city gate."
"Damn it, I've warned you a long time ago that the Vrykul have evil intentions and are plotting against us night elves. Why don't they destroy the city gate?" Tyrande asked angrily.
The guard widened his eyes innocently and argued: "Lord Tyrande, it will take half a month to build a new city gate. It is already too late. The fortress cannot be without a city gate."
Tyrande looked gloomy and gritted his teeth. After being silent for a long time, he ordered: "Blow open the city gate."
The defender's face turned pale with fear. The Burning Legion's army was like a torrent of steel. Once it invaded the fortress, the consequences would be disastrous. The defender sweated and said: "Lord Tyrande, you can't do this."
"In the name of Elune, the Moon Goddess, I order you to blow open the city gate. The great Moon Goddess cannot sit back and watch her allies suffer. She will definitely rain down the fury of thunder and destroy all the Burning Legion. Believe me, I am the Chief Moon Goddess.
Priest, my words are the oracle of Elune, the moon god."
It was in the name of the moon god Elune again that the guard smiled bitterly and could only order people to prepare explosives.
"Tylande, shut up, you are going too far."
Thunderous questions rang out, and three hundred Vrykul warriors suddenly appeared on the top of the city. It was obviously the effect of some kind of teleportation spell, and they surrounded Tyrande.
Looking at the vrykul's steel-like body, angular face, and the terrifying weapon as tall as a person in his hand, Tyrande no longer dared to say anything about the protection of the moon god Elune, and was so frightened that he remained silent.
"When we say goodbye, we Vrykul give you one last gift."
A Vrykul female mage walked up to the city, and not far away, the defeated orc army was approaching.
The Vrykul female mage raised her arms high, powerful magic brewing in her hands. With a loud roar, the terrifying power of frost hit the heads of the orcs' forward troops, and thousands of orcs were frozen into ice sculptures.
Thrall was shocked when he saw this. He saw the terrifying clouds hanging over the city and thunder brewing, and he hurriedly ordered to stop advancing.
"Tylande, the night elves can do better than us, so you can do it yourself."
Several Vrykul mages opened the portal, and three hundred Vrykul warriors left the dark night fortress.
The Burning Legion quickly caught up with the defeated orcs and humans, and a scene that surprised the night elf soldiers happened. The Legion's large army bypassed the defeated army, turned a blind eye, and directly attacked the night elf fortress.
The general guarding the city smiled bitterly and said: "Lord Tyrande, we have met an actor. The clowns in the Darkmoon Circus are not as good as their acting skills."