The former guardian has now lost almost all his strength and can only be a prophet, Medivh, who has thought about how to convince a leader who has been in his world for nearly ten thousand years.

This is not an easy task.

Unlike the former Quel'thalas, the high elves barely interact with human society. The night elves are completely closed, and all the ecological cycles of the entire society are a complete closed loop.

No need to communicate with the outside world.

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

All they need is the most natural forest ecological cycle.

Rejecting any new civilization, even if you cut down a tree to build a house, you must plant one immediately.

So, when Medivh found out that Tyrande was very humbly asking about Archmond's direction and military power, Medivh breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a cycle of reincarnation for thousands of years. The Burning Legion's goal is the Well of Eternity, which is certain. At the moment when there is no time to protect the dragon, it is impossible for the Night Elf clan to defend the Well of Eternity alone. It is necessary to unite the tribe and alliance..."

Well, next is the story of an agile hero playing quarrel with an intellectual hero.

The first round.

"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 are all confident that you can handle it, why not add two more layers of insurance?"

Tyrande made a [Proposition], and Medivh made a more sharp-worded [Proposition].

Tyrande lost.

Round 2.

"Increasing troops is not a good idea, it is likely to cause chaos. Night elves and orcs, humans fight in completely different ways."

"It doesn't matter. All other places are protected by the magic circles of the mountains. There is only one unique path in Mount Gal in Shanghai, so that orcs or humans can be guarded in front of each other and consume the strength of the Burning Legion."

Tyrande made a [big proposition], and Medivh directly [anti-argument].

Tyrande lost again.

Round 3.

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

Medivh: "Is it possible that the Night Elf Clan is sure to get Archmond alone?"

Tyrande played [Concentrated] for language defense, and Medivh directly started [Provocation].

Tyrande lost again and again.

"According to your words, you were once possessed by Sargeras, and these disasters were started. I want to ask, why should we believe in a prophet who was once possessed by the King of Demons?"

In the fourth round, Tyrande finally stinged Medivh with [Antonym].

However, this is just a rebirth.

"That's a thing in the past. The heroes of the alliance helped me complete the redemption..." Tyrande was obviously beaten to death in the verbal battle, and this guy Medivh was crazy and directly activated [Memories Kill].

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

Tyrande's psychological groove, which is the physical strength value in the verbal battle, was directly emptied.

Well, anyway, during the half-hour meeting, Tyrande, agile hero, knelt down again and again in the conversation. Finally, he made up his mind to prepare for the battle in full and fully accept Medivh's advice.

It is definitely not an easy task to fight the Burning Legion.

After seeing off Medivh, Tyrande's first thought was to awaken his little Druid Malfurio*Storm.

Under the guidance of the druid's patron saint, the demigod Senarius, the respectable Malfurion Storm has protected the night elves from demons for nearly ten thousand years.

In the Battle of the Ancients, Malfurion and other heroes resisted the terrible Burning Legion in order to protect all the lives of Azeroth, including his little boy Tyrande Yufeng and his younger brother Illidan.

After defeating the demons, he worked hard to lead the night elves away from his homeland destroyed by the Burning Legion, rebuild his home near Mount Hygar, and supervise the growth of the World Tree Nodahil.

The guardian dragon Isera connects Nodashir with the Emerald Dream. It is a war-free and unaffected by ordinary beings. Azeroth's reflection and allows all druids, including Malfurio, to enter this kingdom. Malfurio and other druids have explored in this dream for thousands of years.

"Oh, it's time to awaken him and the other druids."

If possible, Tyrande didn't want to face Malfurion, because that would create embarrassment.

How to describe her relationship with Malfurio, it should be more than friends and less than lovers. If it weren't for the tragic incident ten thousand years ago, perhaps she would have chosen Malfurio as her partner among the two brothers Illidan and Malfurio, who were also childhood friends.

but……

"Oh," Tyrande looked at her delicate and graceful reflection in the pool beside him, and suddenly sighed: "Now is not the time to worry about this..."

It is not too difficult to lead a race that advocates nature and peace and is extremely closed. She can handle it all by herself. Speaking of dealing with the Burning Legion, which was so powerful that it could only be repelled by all the dragon clans that had to be defeated by the five colors of the dragon clan, even if it was an Archmond, who had incomplete power, this was not something that Tyrande could do.

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

Soon, a high-level priestess with a purple ponytail braid appeared at the door: "Are you summoning me? Lord High Priest!"

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

As one of Tyrande's confidants, Meland immediately understood the importance of the situation. This high-level priest with two special purple face patterns that painted the eyes and cheeks from the left and right corners of the eyes, immediately bowed and retreated.

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

The night was getting darker. When the crescent moon was approaching, Meland had already led a team of five hundred men who were quickly assembled and armed, waiting for Tyrande at the gate of the temple.

Tyrande was very satisfied.

She appeared at the gate, and was also wearing military uniforms and looked even more heroic.

A delicate moon-white armor is covered with curved silver carvings. This is not simply beautiful. If you look closely, you will find that each carving is actually made up of the crescent moon pattern. These crescent moons, large and small, contain the mysterious power of the goddess Eluen, the moon.

Tyrande stepped on the steps at the entrance of the hall and could clearly feel that the light soft light of the moon floating from the wind was absorbed by the mysterious runes on her armor.

That is the power of the moon god!
Chapter completed!