The former Guardian, now having lost almost all of his power and can only be a prophet, Medivan once thought about how to convince a leader who had been clinging to his own world for nearly 10,000 years. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is not an easy task.

Unlike Quel'Thalas, the High Elves barely have contact with human society, while the Night Elves are completely closed, and all the ecological cycles of the entire society are a complete closed loop.

There is no need to communicate with the outside world.

There is no need to buy anything or materials from the outside world.

What they need is the most natural forest ecological cycle.

Rejecting any new civilization, even cutting down a tree to build a house, you must plant one right away.

Therefore, when Medivan found out that Tyrande was very humble in asking about the direction of Akmund and the military situation, Medivan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"This is the cycle of 10,000 years. The Burning Legion target is the Well of Eternity, that's for sure. At a time when the guardian dragons have no time to spare, it is impossible for the Night Elves to defend the Well of Eternity alone, and they must unite the tribes and alliances......"

Well, what follows is the story of an agile hero playing a verbal battle with an intelligence hero.

Round 1.

"No, I think we Night Elves have been preparing for this battle since nine thousand years ago, and we can handle the Burning Legion. Tyrande said.

"Since you're all confident that you can handle it, why don't you add two more layers of insurance?"

Tyrande played the [Claim], and Medivin single-handedly smashed out the sharper wording [Big Claim].

Tyrande defeated.

Second round.

"Increasing the number of troops is not a good idea, and it is likely to cause confusion. Night elves have very different ways of fighting than orcs and humans. ”

"It doesn't matter, everything else is under the protection of the magic circle of the mountain range, and there is only one path to the mountain of Shanghai Gar, where the orcs or humans can guard the front. Consumes the Burning Legion's troops. ”

Tyrande made a [big claim], and Madison directly [retorted].

Tyrande was defeated again.

Round 3.

Tyrande was a little angry: "I don't think humans and orcs can stand up to Akmund. ”

Medivan: "Could it be that the Night Elves alone can be sure to deal with Akmund?"

Tyrande hit [Concentration] for verbal defense, and Medivan directly opened [Provocation].

Tyrande was defeated again.

"According to you, you were once possessed by Sargeras, which started these troubles. I want to ask, how can we trust a prophet who was once possessed by a demon king?"

In the fourth round, Tyrande finally stabbed Medivan a little with [Repulsion].

However, this is just a reflection of the past.

"That's in the past, the heroes of the alliance helped me complete the redemption...... "Obviously, Tyrande has been beaten to the ground in the tongue battle, and this guy Mai Diwen directly opened the [Memory Kill] in frenzy.

"I still remember! In the Battle of the Ancients, it was the five guardian dragons who did their best to destroy the demons that were as numerous as the stars in the sky......"

Tyrande's mental slot, that is, the physical strength in the tongue battle, was directly emptied.

Well, in the half-hour meeting anyway, Tyrande, an agile hero, can be described as kneeling again and again in a war of words. Finally, he made up his mind to make all-out preparations and accepted Medivan's suggestion in its entirety.

Against the Burning Legion, this is definitely not an easy task.

Sending Madison away, Tyrande's first thought was to awaken his own little hair, the Great Druid Malfurion*'s Fury.

Under the guidance of the druid's patron saint and demigod Cenarius, the venerable Malfurion* Fury has protected the Night Elves from demons for nearly 10,000 years.

During the War of the Ancients, Malfurion, along with other heroes, fought against the terrible Burning Legion in order to protect all of Azeroth's lives, including his little Tyrande and his younger brother Illidan.

After defeating the demons, he worked to lead the Night Elves out of their homeland destroyed by the Burning Legion, rebuild their home near Mount Hyjal, and oversee the growth of the World Tree, Nodashir.

The guardian dragon Ysera connects Nodashir with the Emerald Dream, a reflection of Azeroth that is not war-free or affected by mortal beings, and allows all druids, including Malfurion, to enter the realm. Malfurion and other druids have been exploring this dream for thousands of years.

"Alas, it's time to wake him up and the rest of the druids. ”

If he could, Tyrande didn't want to confront Malfurion, as that would be embarrassing.

How to describe her relationship with Malfurion, it should be more than friends, not enough lovers. If it weren't for the 10,000 years ago, perhaps she would have chosen Malfurion as her companion among the two brothers, Illidan and Malfurion, who were also young.

But......

"Alas—" Tyrande looked at her delicate 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, and she can handle it herself. Speaking of dealing with the Burning Legion that had been repelled by the power of all the dragons of the five-colored guardian dragon, even if it was an incomplete Akmund, this was not something that she Tyrande could handle.

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

Soon, a high-ranking priestess with a purple ponytail braid appeared at the door: "Are you calling me?

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

As one of Tyrande's henchmen, Melander immediately understood the importance of the situation, and the high-ranking priest, who had two peculiar purple facial lines painted from the left and right corners of his eyes and cheeks, immediately bowed and retreated.

The next moment, a short burst of music rang out in the temple, and only the guards of the Temple of the Moon understood the meaning.

As the night wore on, and by the time the new moon was rising, Melander was waiting for Tyrande at the temple gate with a group of five hundred temple guards that had been quickly assembled and armed.

Tyrande was satisfied.

When she appeared at the gate, she was also dressed in a military uniform, and she looked even more heroic.

The delicate armor of moon white is full of twisted silver carvings, which is not simply beautiful, if you look closely, you will find that each carving is actually made of crescent moon patterns. These crescents, large and small, imply the mysterious power of Elune, the goddess of the moon.

As Tyrande stepped on the steps of the main hall's entrance, he could clearly feel the pale light of the moon wafting in the wind absorbed by the arcane runes on her armor.

That's the power of the moon god!

"Let's go!"