Archimonde observed through magic that the canyon was just an illusion, a trap deliberately set for the orcs.
Although many orcs were lost, it didn't matter, the Burning Legion still retained its strength.
Archimonde knew that he could not lose too many troops in the battle with the night elves. Now the legion's troops were seriously insufficient. Next, he had to deal with the Scourge. It was best to win at the minimum cost.
The night elves showed amazing perseverance and could not be defeated no matter what. Attacking the fortress was not a good option. Although the fortress could be captured, the loss was not something Archimonde could accept. He ordered:
"Let Medivh prepare for action."
The orcs fell into the trap twice in a row and lost tens of thousands of orcs. Thrall couldn't sit still and roared loudly: "The night elves conspired to destroy Azeroth. They all deserve to die."
Jaina showed an expression of shared hatred and said miserably: "In order to protect Azeroth, the orcs participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, but were insidiously betrayed. After this battle, the night elves will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
superior."
"Shut up, everyone."
A loud shout came, and Guardian Medivh teleported over. He looked at the two of them disdainfully: "History is written by the victors. Try your best to win first. Jaina, you go see Tyrande and Mal.
Fario."
Strong fortresses need to be conquered from the inside.
Jaina took the order and teleported to the Dark Night Fortress. Medivh had an eye in the dark night and knew Tyrande's location.
Tyrande was in the strongest building of the fortress, praying devoutly to the moon god Elune in a high attic. The view here was wide, and he could see the offensive and defensive battles on the city wall at any time.
After the battle reached its peak, Tyrande's guards all climbed onto the city wall, leaving her alone in the attic.
There was no point in praying to the moon god when there were no outsiders. Tyrande leaned against the window and watched coldly the bloodshed and fighting of her people.
When Jaina appeared in the room, Tyrande was already alert. Without looking back, she asked angrily:
"Why, the Burning Legion can't hold it anymore? So I sent you to find a way? A little human girl?"
Not seeing Malfurion, Jaina was a little disappointed, and her voice was very solemn:
"Tylande, you should understand that if the night fortress is defended, it will not do you any good. When talking about the night elves in the future, everyone will think of Fandral Staghelm, Shandris Feathermoon, and Maiev first.
.Shadowsong, and you and Malfurion are just background."
Tyrande chuckled: "But if they fail, I will die too, right?"
"Have you forgotten our deal?" Jaina said in a cold voice: "The secret mage group must be destroyed so that the night elves can be protected by the moon god Elune."
Tyrande turned around and looked at Jaina with squinted eyes:
"Little human girl, you are too young. I did think so before, but I changed my mind. General Feather Moon is right. If the night elves fail, can I expect the moon god Elune to save me? Although
You are the chief priest, but I don’t have much confidence in the Moon God.”
Jaina's face became serious, and her expression was full of confidence: "As soon as the secret mage group is destroyed, the moon god Elune will definitely pick you up personally, I can guarantee it."
Tyrande had no surprised expression, but looked at Jaina calmly, with mockery in her eyes.
Jaina took a few steps forward, almost close to Tyrande's ear, and exhaled softly:
"A wise man taught me that the so-called tribesmen are just enemies who are temporarily cooperating. If they stand over you, you must flatter them, say nice things against your will, grovel to please, and listen to their stupid instructions. They oppress
You enslave you and make you sweat and sweat, but you tell you that you must be generous and force you to learn to be kind. Most of the suffering in our lives comes from our fellow tribesmen, not our enemies, and you are on the verge of suffering."
Tyrande was shocked. This was what she was most worried about. Tyrande would not reveal her inner thoughts easily. She just said casually: "You have a good mentor."
Jaina continued to increase the heat and tried her best to dissuade her:
"There is no right or wrong in this world, no hatred, and no kindred spirits. Everything is only based on personal interests. Just like our Dalaran, we have been bloodbathed by the orcs several times, and countless mages have been torn apart by the orcs.
It was terrible to eat them all, including my poor mentor Darla.
Will he hate the orcs because of this? A naive question, Dalaran will continue to remain neutral in the future, because this is the best interest. My mentor once said to me, if the mages of Dalaran are eaten by the orcs,
If it can bring benefits after dropping it, he is very willing to offer a dinner plate to the orcs."
Tyrande was strongly touched in her heart, but she still remained calm and said with a smile:
"So your mentor was eaten alive by the orcs, poor Antonidas. I admit that his death did bring benefits to Dalaran."
Jaina's ears twitched slightly, and she heard someone eavesdropping outside the door. Guessing it was Malfurion, Jaina deliberately mentioned the voice:
"Tylande, you and Malfurion are both smart people, and smart people will not put themselves into disadvantageous situations."
Malfurion regarded Jaina as his first love. When he heard the compliment, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. He pushed the door open and said, "Well said, the druid scouts have found the location of the secret mage army. They are hiding in the ice."
Within the spring.”
The Ice Spring is a spring at the foot of the mountain near the fortress. It is bottomless. For some reason, the spring water is bone-chilling all year round.
"I see, no wonder we can't find them." Jaina was elated and winked at Malfurion.
"Damn it, you stupid old deer." Tyrande was furious. She wanted to use this opportunity to bargain and gain more benefits for herself, but Malfurion ruined it.
Jaina took a step back, with a bit of pride on her lips: "Thank you both for your help. Medivh will definitely keep his promise. We also count on you to destroy Archimonde, and the moon god Elune will definitely bless you."
Tyrande glared at Malfurion fiercely and glared at Jaina: "Little human girl, we must keep our distance next time we meet. No one told you, do you have bad breath?"
Jaina's face was twisted with anger, and she struggled to maintain her smile:
"Goodbye, you two. Don't worry. When the fortress is captured, the moon god Elune will definitely save you. I keep my word." After that, Jaina opened the portal and left.
Jaina stepped away, and Tyrande immediately rushed towards Malfurion with bared teeth and claws.
"Ice spring?"
Medivh got the news, and this time he was much more careful, using life detection magic to detect the spring water.
Malfurion's information was correct. As expected, there were a large group of night elves hidden inside the ice spring. Medivh felt the abundant magical aura and confirmed that they were the secret mage army of the night.
"The night elves are really tolerant, hiding in places we wouldn't expect."
Hiding in the freezing cold spring water required a lot of perseverance. Medivh led 10,000 elite orcs to surround the spring water and personally blessed the soldiers with underwater breathing.
"The destruction of the night elves is right in front of us." Medivh told Jaina who was standing beside him: "I will abide by the contract. Jaina, please go and send Tyrande and Malfurion on their way."