Unlike most other intelligent races, the Night Elves were nocturnal creatures. Although the High Elves, who shared the same bloodline as them, also had the mystical talent of night vision, the Night Elves also had the [Shadow Evasion] that the High Elves did not have.
At night, as long as they remained still, the power of the Moon God would make them disappear from the sight of mortals.
Of course, this was only a form of visual deception. This did not prevent the Night Elves from showing the world how much the Moon God doted on them.
Of the 500 temple guards, 350 were Night Elf archers, while 150 were the Night Elves' specialty — Huntresses.
These Huntresses rode on Nightsaber that was pure black and could also hide in the shadows and darkness. They held a special weapon that was as large as a plate and had three sharp edges. This mystical special weapon had the effect of rebounding enemies nearby when it hit them.
Tyrande herself rode on a huge saber-toothed tiger with black stripes on it.
With a whistle, this squadron of elite guards of the Moon God Hall left the summit of Mount Hyjal at high speed.
Soon, they left the main road. At this time, the Night Elves' racial talent was on full display.
In the complex terrain of the mountain, be it the Elven archers on foot or the Huntresses riding on Nightsaber, they all moved as if they were flying. The rugged terrain could not stop them at all.
Mount Hyjal was huge. Due to the terrain, they had to first enter Felwood Forest to the west, then head south to Gray Valley to reach the east of Malfurion's Gray Valley. Even with their outstanding ability to pass through the mountains, they could not ignore the demons that appeared in the forest along the way. They cleared out the demons as they advanced, and it took them a full 13 days.
Then, they received a grievous news!
The demigod Cenarius had been killed by the Fel Orcs' leader, Grom Hellscream!
This news made Tyrande and the temple guards furious, pained, and helpless.
They had just heard Medivh say that the Night Elves should have allied with the human alliance and the Orc tribes, and now their demigod had been killed. This was a resounding slap to the face.
"High Priest! What do we do? Shouldn't we form an army and deal with the Beastmen first?! "Tyrande's trusted aide, Melande, was furious.
Tyrande shook her head, "No! According to the Sentinel's report, the wounds on Cenarius' body were filled with a demonic aura. This should be a Demon's scheme. We can't simply blame it on the Beastmen. Have you forgotten about Queen Azshara? "
Queen Azshara was the earliest ruler of the elves. Her royal power could be traced back to the ancient times ten thousand years ago. It was because of the Queen's fall that she colluded with the enemy and attracted the Burning Legion, which officially started the ancient war over the Well of Eternity.
Demons —
Burning Legion
This was the eternal pain of the Night Elves!
"The demigod Cenarius didn't leave us forever. A demigod's life form is different from ours. He'll return one day … "Tyrande consoled her subordinates, but she started to hate the Orcs from the bottom of her heart, labelling them as untrustworthy.
It was not an easy task to wake Malfurion who was exploring the Emerald Dream. It was impossible to wake him up just by pouring water on him. Tyrande needed Cenarius' Horn, but when she arrived near Cenarius' body, she found it surrounded by a group of Satyrs.
After a battle, Tyrande snatched the horn back and went to Malfurion's hiding place, using the horn to wake him up.
After sleeping in the Emerald Dream for a thousand years, Malfurion had given his body to the earth, sharing his fate with the earth and breathing with the forest. In the end, Malfurion was awakened from the deepest dream by the familiar voice.
The moment he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful face that he had loved for ten thousand years, he could not help but feel a pang in his heart. If not for the accident that had occurred in that battle ten thousand years ago, perhaps he and Tyrande would have fallen in love with each other.
Here, he wanted to express the love in his heart, but he had no choice but to suppress his emotions. There were many Temple Guards watching from the side. He knew that Tyrande did not like to show her feelings in front of outsiders.
Before they knew it, the sun had risen. A glaring yet comforting heat suddenly appeared in front of them. This reddish heat warmed Malfurion's body inside and out, reminding him of his childhood. Back then, he had been constantly learning to grow in the world.
Together with his brother Illidan …
Unknowingly, they had fallen in love with the same person …
Unfortunately, that was a distant memory.
Malfurion sat up, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Wake me up. Is there an emergency?"
Tyrande was relieved that Malfurion was not overly agitated. She replied in a delicate and elegant voice with a hint of divinity, "The Burning Legion has arrived again."
With Tyrande's brief explanation, Malfurion understood what had happened and his responsibilities.
"Then we need to wake up more Druids. Unfortunately, they are sleeping in the underground caves."
Just as Tyrande was about to wake up more Druids with Malfurion as planned, there was a sudden commotion outside.
"Enemy?!" Tyrande and Malfurion gripped their weapons at almost the same time.
At this time, Melande came in. "There's a very powerful human Mage outside who wants to see Lord Whisperwind. He claims to be the commander of the Alliance from the Eastern Kingdoms on the other side of the sea, Duke Marcus."
"He's alone?" Malfurion was a little surprised.
"Yes, perhaps he has absolute confidence in his own strength." After a pause, Melande emphasized, "Uh, he doesn't have it. There's a family crest on his chest that's similar to Rhonin's, but even more exquisite!"
Tyrande felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at Malfurion and said, "Let him in."
Duque walked in with light footsteps.
The Night Elves were a very important part of the Alliance. Although every kingdom in the Alliance had their own problems, the Night Elves' problem was more important.
After dealing with Grom Hellscream, Duque flew towards the place where Malfurion had woken up in his memory.
However, he didn't expect that with Rhonin at the frontline and Medivh informing him, the first thing he saw the most beautiful Night Elf Tyrande would be her nocking an arrow and pointing it at him. She questioned him sternly, "You're a Night Elf?
"You! Yes! Who?! "
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