The Medivh, who had lost almost all of his power and could only be a prophet, had once thought about how to convince a leader who had guarded his own world for nearly ten thousand years.
It wasn't an easy task.
Unlike Quel 'Thalas in the past, the High Elves could still barely interact with human society. The Night Elves were completely isolated, and the ecological cycle of the entire society was a complete closed loop.
They didn't need to communicate with the outside world.
They didn't need to buy anything from the outside world.
What they needed was the most natural ecological cycle in the forest.
They rejected any new civilization. Even if a tree was chopped down to build a house, it had to be planted immediately.
So, when Medivh saw Tyrande humbly asking about Archimonde's direction and military strength, Medivh heaved a sigh of relief.
"This is the cycle of ten thousand years. The Burning Legion's target is the Well of Eternity. That's for sure. With the Dragon Aspect busy, the Night Elves alone can't defend the Well of Eternity. We need to ally with the Horde and Alliance … "
Alright, next up was the story of an Agility-based Hero and an Intelligence-type Hero having a war of words.
Round one.
"No, I feel that the Night Elves have been preparing for this battle since nine thousand years ago. We can definitely deal with the Burning Legion," Tyrande said.
"Since you're confident, why don't you add two more layers of insurance?"
Tyrande used [Proposition], and Medivh used an even more incisive [Great Proposition].
Tyrande lost.
Round two.
"It's not a good idea to increase our military strength. It might cause chaos. The Night Elves, Beastmen, and humans fight differently. "
"It doesn't matter. Everywhere else is protected by the spell formation in the mountain range. There's only one way to Mount Shangarr, and it can be guarded by Beastmen or humans. We can whittle down the Burning Legion's military strength. "
Tyrande used [Great Proposition], and Medivh used [Counter Argument].
Tyrande lost again.
Round three.
Tyrande was a little weak. "I don't think the humans and Beastmen can stop Archimonde."
Medivh said, "Do the Night Elves have the confidence to deal with Archimonde alone?"
Tyrande used [Concentrate] to defend herself, while Medivh used [Provoke].
Tyrande was defeated again.
"According to what you said, you were once possessed by Sargeras, and that's why these disasters started. I would like to ask, on what basis should we believe a prophet who was once possessed by the Demon King? "
In the fourth round, Tyrande finally managed to hurt Medivh a little with [Paradox].
However, this was only the final radiance of a setting sun.
"That's all in the past. The heroes of the Alliance helped me redeem myself …" Medivh knew that Tyrande had been beaten black and blue in the war of words. He immediately activated [Memory Kill].
"I still remember! In the ancient war, it was the five Dragon Aspects who fought with all their might to destroy the demons that were as numerous as the stars in the sky … "
Tyrande's stamina bar, which was the stamina she had accumulated during the battle of words, was instantly emptied.
Alright, in the half-hour meeting, Tyrande, the agile hero, was defeated time and time again in the war of words. Finally, she made up her mind to prepare for war, and accepted Medivh's suggestion.
It was definitely not an easy task to fight against the Burning Legion.
After sending off Medivh, Tyrande's first thought was to wake up her childhood friend, the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage.
Under the guidance of the Druid's patron, the demigod Cenarius, the respectable Malfurion Stormrage had been protecting the Night Elves from the invasion of the demons for tens of thousands of years.
In the ancient war, Malfurion and other heroes fought against the terrifying Burning Legion to protect all life in Azeroth. Among them were his childhood friend Tyrande Whisperwind and his brother Illidan.
After defeating the demons, he worked hard to lead the Night Elves away from their homeland destroyed by the Burning Legion. They rebuilt their homes near Mount Hyjal, and supervised the growth of the World Tree, Nordrassil.
The Dragon Aspect, Ysera, connected Nordrassil to the Emerald Dream. It was a reflection of Azeroth that was free of war and unaffected by mortals. He allowed all Druids, including Malfurion, to enter this country. Malfurion and the other druids had explored this dream for thousands of years.
"Sigh, it's time to wake him and the other Druids up."
If possible, Tyrande did not want to face Malfurion directly, because it would cause awkwardness.
How should she describe her relationship with Malfurion? They were more than friends, but not lovers. If it weren't for what happened ten thousand years ago, perhaps she would've chosen Malfurion as her partner between Illidan and Malfurion, who were both her childhood friends.
But …
"Sigh …" Tyrande looked at her exquisite reflection in the pool and suddenly sighed. "Now is not the time to be thinking about this …"
Although it was troublesome to lead a race that worshipped nature and peace, it was not too difficult. She could handle it all by herself. When it came to dealing with the Burning Legion that the Pentashade Guardian Dragons had used all of their power to defeat, even if Archimonde did not have his full power, this was not something that Tyrande could handle alone.
"Melande!" Tyrande's voice traveled through space and reached the outside of the reception hall.
Soon, a high-ranked priestess with a purple ponytail appeared at the door. "Is it you who summoned me? High Priestess! "
"Summon the sentries! I'm going to wake Malfurion tonight! "
As one of Tyrande's confidants, Melande immediately understood the importance of the situation. This high-ranked priestess with two special purple lines drawn from the corners of her eyes and cheeks immediately bowed and retreated.
The next moment, a short melody sounded in the church. Only the guards of the Moon Church understood the meaning behind it.
The night deepened. When the new moon rose, Melande had already gathered a group of five hundred church guards and was waiting for Tyrande at the entrance of the church.
Tyrande was very satisfied.
When she appeared at the entrance, she was also dressed in military attire, looking even more valiant and heroic.
The exquisite moon-white armor was full of curved silver carvings. This was not just for the sake of beauty. If one looked closely, they would find that each carving was actually constructed from the image of a crescent moon. These crescent moons of various sizes contained the mysterious power of the Goddess of the Moon, Elune.
As Tyrande stepped onto the steps leading to the hall, she could clearly feel the faint moonlight being absorbed by the mysterious runes on her armor.
This was the power of the Goddess of the Moon!
"Let's go!"
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