Archimonde did not reach Mount Hyjal so quickly at first. Duque was glad that this bought time for the cooperation between the Alliance Tribe and the Shadow Elves.
Soon, Duque could not laugh anymore.
Archimonde had dragged it out for too long. Whether it was the Naga in the sea or the chaos caused by the shattering of the Well of Eternity, it was impossible for them to pose too much of an obstacle to him.
The only explanation was that there was something in the middle of the Endless Sea that attracted Archimonde. Especially when Vashj actually ran out and attacked Kul 'Tiras, it made Duque frown even more.
Sigh!
With the alliance of the Alliance Tribe and the Night Elves, the Burning Legion was not far behind.
With each of them feeling uneasy, the three factions decided to hold a formal meeting in Ashenvale's Astrana.
Astrana was a fortress mostly surrounded by a lake, and it looked more like a huge group of villas in the middle of a lake. The natural and gentle style of the Night Elves was on full display in the entire fortress.
What was even more rare was the location of the fortress. It was located west of the entrance to the Felwood Forest. Normally speaking, if the Burning Legion's army went to Mount Hyjal, they did not need to pass through Astrana Fortress.
This made the fortress that guarded the direction to the Black Sea Coast even more delicate in terms of geographical location. Although it could not become an obstacle to the Burning Legion's advance, on the other hand, it could attack the Burning Legion's flank from the fortress.
Almost as soon as they saw this geographical location, the big shots of the various factions had an association.
Today, Duque, Jaina, and Sylvanas represented the Alliance at the meeting.
On the Tribe's side were Thrall, Wojin, and the Tauren Chief Kane Bloodhoof.
The Night Elves were naturally Tyrande and Malfurion.
The Prophet Medivh, as the leader of the alliance of the three major factions, was the first to speak. "I welcome everyone who is willing to put aside their prejudices and cross the boundaries of race, organization, and country to gather together."
Medivh spoke in the human common language. With the support of a mysterious ancient magic called [Language Mastery], the people of the various races could not understand the common language itself, but they magically understood the meaning of every word of Medivh.
With the support of this ancient spell, everyone in the hall could easily understand each other's words.
"Let me emphasize that the World of Azeroth, the World Tree at the top of Mount Hyjal, is a sacred tree that grows under the powerful magic spring of the Well of Eternity. It provides the endless energy for the entire World of Azeroth. If the Burning Legion were to seize the power of the World Tree, it would be equivalent to obtaining the magic spring of the Well of Eternity. In other words, all life in the world would be polluted and destroyed."
"Before we defeat the Burning Legion's invasion this time, no matter what kind of conflicts or blood feuds there are between the various races, I hope that we can temporarily put them aside. At a time like this, the interests of all of us are the same. "
At this point, the Medivh bowed in three different directions. "In the remaining time, I hope that everyone can quickly come up with a mutually acceptable result."
The leaders of the three parties gave friendly smiles to the Medivh.
However, the atmosphere was harmonious.
At the beginning of the meeting, after the Night Elves briefly introduced the military strength and defensive situation on Mount Hyjal, the three parties had a heated debate on how to join forces and defeat the Burning Legion's attack.
Sal was the first to speak. "Since the Night Elves' strongest defensive magic formation is set up on Mount Hyjal? Then we can directly set up our defense along the mountain path. "
In theory, this was right, but it was a pity that it stepped on the Night Elves' sore spot.
Tyrande objected on the spot. "Gray Valley and Felwood Forest have been the territory of the Night Elves since 10,000 years ago. We can't sit back and watch our territory be trampled on. Moreover, we need more time to strengthen the defensive line on Mount Hyjal, and the space on the mountain that can be used for defense is limited. The Night Elves hope that the Alliance and the Horde can send extra troops to resist the Burning Legion on the way to Mount Hyjal. "
Wojin stood up. "Does this make sense? There is a limit to the total number of troops that Archimonde can bring into Azeroth. Once the legion suffers losses, he can almost infinitely summon new demons from the Twisting Nether to replace them. "
Tyrande emphasized, "Within the range of Mount Hyjal, there is a large magic formation for teleportation and summoning of demons. According to our ancient documents and records from the dragons, Archimonde is quite arrogant and confident. As long as we don't cause heavy losses to the Burning Legion, we won't provoke Archimonde to send more troops. "
Wojin glanced at Duque, then waved his fist. "You are betting the lives of the Horde or Alliance soldiers on a result that is likely to become meaningless. Our tribe cannot accept this. "
Sal held Wojin down. "Since the Beastmen have crossed time and space to come to Azeroth, even if we are just a foreign race, we can't change the fact that we are already living in this world. Of course, our tribe is willing to contribute to this world. But the tribe has just experienced a great change, and we have less than 200,000 people left, so we can only send 40,000 elites. So, whether to push the 40,000 Horde to the front line for meaningless consumption, or to build a stronger line of defense at Mount Hyjal, I leave this decision to you, Lady Tyrande Whisperwind. "
Tyrande was in a dilemma.
During this period of time, the Night Elves had almost figured out the Horde's resources. Even with the addition of the Tauren and Trolls, the entire tribe only had less than 200,000 people, including the old, weak, women, and children.
In theory, it was definitely good enough for the tribe to send out 40,000 soldiers.
Of course, if the female Beastmen and Orc laborers who could also fight were counted, it was not impossible for the tribe to send out 120,000 soldiers. But then, it would really be a battle of life and death. Regardless of whether they won or not, the tribe would definitely be wiped out.
Tyrande couldn't help but look at the more powerful Alliance.
Duque smiled.
Just now, Sal had played a little trick.
The tribe had a small population, few soldiers, and even fewer elite soldiers. In theory, of course, this was the fault of the Alliance. If it weren't for Duque being blown up into the void for ten years, the tribe wouldn't even have a hundred thousand people left.
Duque said, "Yes! That's right! In terms of military power, our Alliance is stronger, so the Alliance is willing to take on more responsibilities. In fact, at this time, the Alliance has already landed in Azeroth and turned the whole of Azeroth into a stronghold. But as the commander of the Alliance, I don't think the Burning Legion will go through Grey Valley, Felwood Forest, and then to the foot of Mount Hyjal. "
Tyrande frowned. "You mean …"
Duque spat out two words. "Over the mountain!"
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