Chapter 889 Different Tyrande

Medivh, who was once a guardian but now has lost almost all his power and can only be a prophecy, once thought about how to persuade a leader who has been stuck in his own world for nearly ten thousand years.

This is not an easy task.

Unlike Quel'Thalas in the past, the high elves still barely interacted with human society. The night elves were completely closed, and the ecological cycle of the entire society was a complete closed loop.

No need to communicate with the outside world.

There is no need to purchase anything or supplies from the outside world.

What they need is the most natural forest ecological cycle.

Rejecting any new civilization, even if a tree is cut down to build a house, one must be planted immediately.

Therefore, when Medivh discovered that Tyrande was very humbly asking for advice about Archimonde's direction and military strength, Medivh breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a reincarnation of ten thousand years. It is certain that the Burning Legion's goal is the Well of Eternity. At this moment when the Aspect Dragon has no time to spare, it is impossible for the night elves alone to guard the Well of Eternity. The tribe and the Alliance must unite..."

Okay, what follows is a story about an agile hero having a verbal war with an intelligence hero.

first round.

"No, I think our 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 are all confident that you can handle it, why not add two more layers of insurance?"

Tyrande made a [claim], and Medivh made a sharper [big statement] with one hand.

Tyrande was defeated.

second round.

"It is not a good idea to increase the number of troops. It is likely to cause chaos. Night elves have completely different fighting methods from orcs and humans."

"It doesn't matter. All other places are protected by the magic circle of the mountains. There is only one path to Mount Hajal, and the orcs or humans can stand in front respectively. It will consume the strength of the Burning Legion."

Tyrande made a [big claim], and Medivh directly [rebutted].

Tyrande was defeated again.

Round three.

Tyrande was a little weak: "I don't think humans and orcs can resist Archimonde."

Medivh: "Are the night elves confident of defeating Archimonde alone?"

Tyrande played [Concentration] for verbal defense, and Medivh directly played [Provocation].

Tyrande was defeated again and again.

"According to your statement, you were once possessed by Sargeras, which started these disasters. I want to ask, why should we believe a prophet who was once possessed by the Demon King?"

In the fourth round, Tyrande finally stung Medivh slightly with [Counterargument].

However, this is just a flashback.

"That's what happened in the past. The heroes of the Alliance helped me complete my redemption..." It was obvious that Tyrande had been beaten to a pulp in the verbal battle, but Medivh frantically activated [Memory Kill] directly.

"I still remember! In the ancient war, it was the five guardian dragons who tried their best to destroy demons as numerous as the stars in the sky..."

Tyrande's mental tank, that is, the physical strength during the verbal battle, was directly emptied.

Well, anyway, during the half-hour meeting, Tyrande, an agile hero, knelt down again and again in the verbal battle. Finally, he made up his mind to make comprehensive preparations for war and fully accepted Medivh's suggestions.

Fighting against the Burning Legion is definitely not an easy task.

After sending Medivh away, Tyrande's first thought was to wake up his childhood friend - Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage.

Under the guidance of the druids' patron saint, the demigod Cenarius, the venerable Malfurion Stormrage has been protecting the night elves from demons for nearly ten thousand years.

In the War of the Ancients, Malfurion, together with other heroes, resisted the terrifying Burning Legion in order to protect all life in Azeroth, including his childhood friend Tyrande Whisperwind and his younger brother. Illidan.

After defeating the demons, he worked hard to lead the night elves out of their homeland destroyed by the Burning Legion, rebuild their home near Mount Hyjal, and supervised the growth of Nordrassil, the world tree.

Ysera, the Aspect, connected Nordrassil to the Emerald Dream—a reflection of Azeroth free of war and untouched by mortal beings—and allowed all druids, including Mal Furion enters this realm. Malfurion and other druids have been exploring this dreamland for thousands of years.

"Alas, now is the time to awaken him and the other druids."

If possible, Tyrande did not want to face Malfurion directly because of the awkwardness it would cause.

How to describe her relationship with Malfurion, it should be more than friends, not lovers. If there hadn't been that bad thing ten thousand years ago, perhaps, she would have chosen Malfurion as her partner among the two brothers Illidan and Malfurion who were both young.

but……

"Alas -" Tyrande looked at her delicate and graceful reflection in the pool next to her, and suddenly sighed: "Now is not the time to dwell on this..."

It's not too difficult to lead a race that advocates nature and peace and is extremely closed-minded. She can handle it all by herself. When it comes to dealing with the Burning Legion that had to be defeated by all the dragons in the Five-color Aspect Dragon clan, even an Archimonde with incomplete power, this is not something that she, Tyrande, can handle.

"Melander!" Tyrande's voice traveled through the space and reached outside the reception hall.

Soon, a high-ranking priestess with a purple ponytail appeared at the door: "Are you summoning me? Your Excellency, the High Priest!"

"Call the sentinels! I'm going to wake Malfurion tonight!"

As one of Tyrande's confidants, Melander immediately understood the importance of the situation. This high-level priest with two special purple facial lines drawn from the left and right corners of his eyes and cheeks immediately bowed and retreated.

The next moment, short music sounded in the temple, and only the guards of the Moon Temple understood its meaning.

As the night grew darker, and when the new moon began to rise, Melander had already led a team of 500 temple guards who were quickly assembled and armed, waiting for Tyrande at the gate of the temple.

Tyrande was satisfied.

She appeared at the gate, also dressed in military uniform, and looked even more heroic.

The exquisite moon-white armor is covered with curved silver carvings. This is not just for beauty. If you look closely, you will find that every carving is actually made of a crescent moon pattern. These large and small crescent moons imply the mysterious power of Elune, the goddess of the moon.

As Tyrande stepped on the steps at the entrance of the hall, she could clearly feel that the soft moonlight floating in the wind was absorbed by the mysterious runes on her armor.

That's the power of Luna!

"let's go!"

Several times, I said - Pipi shrimp, let's go!