Chapter seven hundred and seventy-fifth: the great defeat in the dark night
Witnessing the performance of the legionnaires, Tyrande also looked gloomy and realized that she had been fooled, but she still said stubbornly: "This is the protection of the moon god Elune. She is protecting our allies from harm."
The general guarding the city smiled bitterly, and the soldiers guarding the city shook their heads in disappointment.
Mount Hyjal, a real battle begins.
In later historical and literary works, there are very few descriptions of the attack and defense of the Night Elf Fortress.
Although the night elves have unlimited lifespan, even if the ruins of Mount Hyjal have disappeared thousands of years later, there are still many survivors who have experienced this war.
However, those who witnessed it were shy and always avoided talking about this war. The reasons are intriguing.
Azgarro is the commander of the Burning Legion. This hill-like abyss lord wields a terrifying heavy sword. Green evil clouds slowly float over and envelope the night elves' fortress.
Following Azgarro's order, the eredar mages began to cast spells, and thousands of hellfires fell from the sky.
Tyrande knew that the fortress was protected by the shield of Nordrassil, and it should be fine in a short time. She stood on the top of the city, loudly encouraging the soldiers, and carried the lines she had prepared long ago and knew by heart:
"Warriors of the night elves, we don't need weapons or armor. As long as our faith in Elune remains. Under the blessing of the moon god Elune, we are invincible. Burning is doomed to fail...
"
It sounds like fighting without armor or weapons seems more glorious and glorious. More than one soldier had this absurd idea.
There was a loud bang, and a hellfire fell next to Tyrande, opening a gap in the city wall and interrupting her speech.
Tyrande's vision went dark, and then she smelled a familiar body odor. It was Malfurion who turned into a giant bear at the critical moment and covered Tyrande under his body. There was a smell of burning hair in the air.
The bear fur on half of Malfurion's body was ignited by the hellfire. He endured the severe pain and shouted loudly: "Tyrande, leave quickly, we have failed."
Tyrande was a little confused. She didn't know that the orcs had contaminated the roots of the World Tree, causing the shield to weaken and become as vulnerable as paper. It shattered with just one round of hellfire.
There are tall hellfires everywhere in the fortress. The night elves without the protection of magic armor cannot get close to these burning and terrifying monsters and can only shoot arrows from a distance.
Unfortunately, Dark Night's low-level arrows are also ineffective. This is simply an unequal war and a one-sided massacre.
Then, the legionnaires outside the city launched an attack. Azgalo shouted loudly, and his tall body rushed towards the fortress wall. The wall shook violently, with huge cracks appearing, and it was on the verge of collapse.
Azgalo raised the giant sword in his hand and slashed hard at the damaged city wall. He soon cut a huge gap, and legionnaires continued to rush into the fortress.
Tyrande looked pale, this was not part of her plan at all.
She originally thought that the fortress's shield would last for a while, buying time for her to boost morale on top of the city, thus leaving a good story of leaders and soldiers fighting side by side. Even if the fortress was lost, Tyrande's bravery would still be passed down through the ages.
Unexpectedly, the fortress was captured in an instant, far beyond her expectation. Legion soldiers were everywhere, and Tyrande found that the prepared retreat road had been blocked.
Even if the Luna guards fought desperately to cover the two men's breakout, they could not break through the siege of Hellfire. Countless night elves were roasted into coke and burned fiercely.
At the most desperate moment, Tyrande held Malfurion's hand, her eyes showing determination, as if she had made a huge determination.
"This is the only way." Tyrande showed a bitter smile.
"Fortunately, we were well prepared." Malfurion looked at the fewer and fewer Luna guards around him and nodded.
Tyrande reached into his arms and took out a precious teleportation scroll.
The night elves reject magic, but the leader of the night elves does not reject magic items and enjoys the convenience brought by magic.
Tyrande tore open the teleportation scroll, a white light flashed, and Tyrande and Malfurion disappeared.
In the area covered by the World Tree, the night elves built dozens of solid fortresses. Tyrande and Malfurion appeared in the second fortress. Regardless of the dust, they took a break and climbed the city wall to boost their morale:
"Warriors of the night elves, for ten thousand years of hard times, we have faced countless enemies. We do not need weapons or armor. We rely on our firm will, loyal beliefs, and piety to the moon god Elune.
Belief......."
Rumble.
There was another familiar loud noise, and a hellfire fell next to Tyrande, and the surrounding area was plunged into a sea of fire.
Tyrande was about to cry but had no tears. She didn't expect that the Burning Legion was advancing too fast. She just drank some water and touched up her makeup. She didn't have time to change her clothes before the Legion attacked.
Tyrande, who was prepared, didn't waste any time, took Malfurion's hand, and tore open the teleportation scroll again.
The third one, the fourth one... In just one day, a total of eighteen night elf fortresses were lost one after another.
At the nineteenth fortress, seeing nightfall, the legion stopped attacking and set up camp outside the fortress.
"...With the blessing of the moon god Elune, we achieved the final victory. Look, the Burning Legion was repulsed by us. Their morale was low, and the remaining defeated soldiers could only retreat to the camp."
Tyrande finally gave a complete speech, with a proud look on his face, but under the city wall were exhausted soldiers, whose morale was horribly low. They looked at Tyrande in silence, their eyes full of distrust.
This war was lost too quickly, which was a shame to the night elves. Tyrande's encouragement had no effect at all.
Of course, Tyrande does not need to succeed in boosting morale. She only needs a performance to provide enough material for the historians to praise Tyrande's bravery and greatness. She believes that she is destined to be immortal, spread through the ages, and praised by thousands of people.
After taking a hot bath, which slightly relieved his fatigue, Tyrande saw a familiar figure in the living room, and felt ecstatic in her heart.
General Shandris Feathermoon, the leader of the secret mage unit of the Sentinels, appeared at the critical moment when the night elves faced life and death. Tyrande's hard work was not in vain.
"Tylande, you have lost too quickly. The night elves' reputation that they have built up over ten thousand years has been completely destroyed by you in one day. You are simply a shame to the night elves."
Tyrande remained calm and said confidently: "The night elves are destined to win, and the Burning Legion will be wiped out under the wrath of the moon god Elune."
"It's really a headache. It's been ten thousand years and you're still the same!"
Shandis Yuyue stroked her forehead, stood up, paused and said:
"I know that you hate the secret mage army so much that you want to get rid of it quickly. I have also received information that you have a conspiracy against me, but the night elves have failed miserably. Even though I know it is a trap, I must jump into it.
"
Tyrande's expression remained unchanged, but her heart was filled with turmoil.
General Yuyue is not stupid, she has noticed the trouble a long time ago.
Shandis Yuyue took Tyrande's hand affectionately, smiled and said:
"We have been good sisters for ten thousand years. Let us bloom like fireworks in the final battle and burn out to welcome the end of the night elves. Don't worry, I will take away your teleportation scroll."