Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 767: Tyrande

Chapter 767: Tyrande

Duke couldn’t be sure whether Kazzak’s soul had completely entered the world of Azeroth. If he was like Archimonde, with both his soul and body completely entering this world, then there would be a chance to solve the two super demons once and for all.

Of course, on the other hand, this also means heavy pressure!

According to the original history, there were a total of 5 bosses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, including Archimonde.

Fighting five battles in a row is unbearable even for the orc hero with the best endurance, let alone the human hero with even less endurance.

Duke really doesn’t want this historical change.

Last time, they were able to kill Kazzak successfully because Duke had the great god Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen, behind him. This time, the dragons were obviously moved away by the Burning Legion in a premeditated manner.

If they really want to kill Archimonde as they did in history, so that the grass is three feet tall on Archimonde’s grave by this time next year, Duke will have to put in more effort.

Saving Grom Hellscream is Duke’s first step.

It seems like it’s such a waste of talent for a character like Grom to die at the hands of a mere Abyss Lord.

If he were to die, he should at least die at the hands of a great demon like the commander of the Burning Legion.

Well, let’s kill Archimonde first. It would be best if Thrall and others could die together with Archimonde, ending the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde for who knows how many years. That would be perfect.

But what I’m afraid of is that fate will play tricks on me.

I really can’t say enough good things about Duke’s attitude towards the goddess of fate.

What if she gets unhappy and slams the table and says something like, "Your Alliance already has this old immortal Lothar, the Horde must also have an old scumbag," then Duke will be embarrassed.

All right! First kill Archimonde, and the rest will be up to you.

Let’s go back two weeks ago, to the holy mountain Hyjal!

More than 9,000 years ago, Illidan built a second Well of Eternity here for his own selfish desires.

Later, the dragons that survived the Cataclysm came to the homeland of the night elves. The red dragon Alexstrasza, the green dragon Ysera, and the bronze dragon Nozdormu looked down on the druids’ peaceful homeland and the fruits grown by the night elves.

The powerful Archdruid Malfurion welcomed the dragons and told them about the new Well of Eternity.

The dragons were shocked when they heard this terrible news. They believed that as long as the Well of Eternity still existed, the Burning Legion would not give up the idea of ​​conquering this world. Malfurion and the three dragons made a pact to ensure the safety of the Well of Eternity and ensure that the minions of the Burning Legion would never find a way back to this world.

Alexstrasza, the giver of life, the red dragon queen, threw a magical acorn into the center of the Well of Eternity. As soon as the acorn came into contact with the lake water filled with magical power, it began to take root and sprout, and grew into a giant oak tree.

The roots of the tree go deep into the bottom of the lake, and the huge canopy almost covers the entire sky. This huge oak tree is an eternal symbol of the harmonious relationship between the night elves and nature. The life energy it emits can slowly spread and heal the wounds of the entire world. The night elves named their world tree Nordrassil, which means Crown of the Sky in the night elf language.

After the three guardian dragons bestowed their sacred dragon blessings here, this place has been regarded as the most sacred place by the night elves.

For more than 9,000 years, this place has been guarded with the strictest care, and natural teachings such as Druidry have been spread here.

Nine thousand years of peace passed just like that...

On this day, a strange team arrived at this holy land that had never been visited by creatures of other races for more than nine thousand years.

As many as twenty-four elite guards escorted, or rather escorted, these unshackled "guests" to the temple of Elune, the moon goddess.

When the delegation consisting of two humans and two high elves arrived at the gate of the temple, two female temple guards looked at them.

They were of course the delegation consisting of Rhonin, Bridget, Lilat, and Liadrin, who came to warn the night elves.

They also looked at these night elf guards who had only existed in legends for thousands of years.

Instead of robes, they wore silver breastplates and pleated skirts, with a crescent moon pattern in the middle of the breastplate.

The Moon Temple is full of female priests. According to the introduction of the captain of the elven guard who came along the way, most of them are good at riding and are proficient in tactics.

For example, Tyrande Whisperwind, the leader of the night elves and the chosen one of the moon goddess Elune, is herself an extremely good archer.

After the announcement was made, the guard signaled Rhonin and the others that they could go in.

Led by a priestess in moon-white robes and a team of six guards, Rhonin entered the Temple of the Moon Goddess.

As soon as he walked in, Rhonin felt the moonlight shining on him, a gentle and comfortable feeling, as if the moon goddess was reaching out her motherly and soft hand to caress him.

The rectangular room was surrounded by tuberoses, and in the middle stood a large stone tablet, which was used by priests for speeches. The circular stone road leading to the tablet was carved with intricate patterns, all of which were patterns of the waxing and waning of the moon. Walking along the winding corridor, he found that no matter where the moon was in the sky, the gentle moonlight could always illuminate the entire room.

Arriving at a corner on the second floor half-surrounded by vines, the priestess who led the way said softly, "Please wait here."

Rhonin walked to the center of this small world a little awkwardly, paced for a while, and then heard Bridget say: "You’d better sit down. It will help you calm down."

Rhonin sighed and sat on the stone bench that should be used for priests. The surrounding environment made him feel much more at ease.

But after waiting for a long time, he became impatient. He even worried that leader Tyrande would be unhappy with his group’s presumptuous arrival.

However, Rhonin, who had no experience as an envoy, could only grit his teeth and continue waiting.

Finally, an hour later, a tall priestess who amazed Rhonin so much, wearing a moon-white robe with gold patterns, slowly walked into this small world.

Night elves, blessed by the Time Lord Nozdormu, have eternal lifespans. As long as they pass through a hundred years of childhood, their appearance and body will be fixed at the most perfect youth.

In front of Rhonin was a slender and graceful female elf with smooth and delicate skin that had a faint purple hue and strange long hair that was a bit blue and green with a few strands of silver. Her face was pointed and delicate, and even from the aesthetic point of view of humans or high elves, it was very feminine.

"Greetings! I am Tyrande Whisperwind!" The priestess in front of him spoke in a very ancient elven language.

Elven is a subject that every high-level human wizard cannot avoid.

Moreover, for this mission, Duke had specially instructed Rhonin to learn the ancient elven language and etiquette. These things were very scarce in both Dalaran and Stormwind City, but it didn’t matter, as the high elves still had a lot of heritage left.

Rhonin created a two-legged journey from sailing to Theramore and then transferring to Azshara, and he practiced the ancient ritual thousands of times.

"Hello, respected Master Tyrande Whisperwind, I am Rhonin, from the Eastern Kingdom continent across the Endless Sea. I am an envoy sent by an alliance of nearly ten kingdoms consisting of four races: humans, high elves, dwarves, and gnomes."

"Hello, Sir Rhonin."

It can be seen that Tyrande was very satisfied with Rhonin’s hard work in practicing the night elf etiquette.

Regardless of orthodoxy or standards, for a temporary envoy who was suddenly notified to go on a trip, being able to train to this level really shows that he has put in a lot of effort.

Originally, everything should have been perfect, and both the host and the guests should have been happy.

But the next moment, Tyrande seemed to see something. She seemed a little uncertain, and after her almond-shaped eyes widened, she looked at Rhonin’s chest again.

To be precise, Tyrande was looking at the Edmund family emblem on Rhonin’s chest. You know, from a diplomatic point of view, staring at someone’s thing so intently is quite rude.

But Tyrande just couldn’t control herself, and even murmured to herself: "Impossible! So long ago..."

Rhonin was embarrassed and said, "Respected Master Yufeng, is there any problem with my badge? In fact, this is the badge of my master Edmund."

"Edmund, that’s not right..." Tyrande bowed slightly, "Sorry, it reminds me of something from ancient times. The badge your master passed down to you looks very similar to something that belonged to an acquaintance of mine a long, long time ago."

"Oh, I see." Rhonin could only continue speaking.

Tyrande seemed to care a lot, because the elves have very long eyebrows, so as long as the muscles between the eyebrows twitch slightly, the change will be very obvious.

"May I ask, how many years has your...master’s inheritance been around? Is it ten thousand years?"

This question was very strange, and Rhonin was also very confused. Regarding the inheritance of Master Duke, Rhonin was also confused. He only knew that the only master Duke personally acknowledged was the Thousand-Handed Death God Walker. The problem was that Master Walker had not appeared for nearly fifteen years.

If Tyrande had asked whether it would take a hundred years, Rhonin would never have dared to give a random answer.

But ten thousand years...

Rhonin smiled. "I’m sorry, but humans don’t have as long a history as the night elves. The first kingdoms and relatively systematic civilizations appeared 2,800 years ago when Emperor Thoradin unified the human clans. Before that, humans were all relatively primitive clans. The earliest human civilization recorded in history can only be traced back to 4,000 years ago. Ten thousand years or something like that is really impossible."

"Is that so?" There was an undisguised disappointment on Tyrande’s delicate face. Then, she restored the tranquil demeanor of the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess: "Again, I’m sorry for getting off topic. May I ask, envoy of the Alliance, why are you here this time?"

"In view of the Burning Legion’s impending invasion of Kalimdor and even the holy mountain Hyjal, the world tree Nordrassil, a warning message was sent to the night elves."

After saying that, Rhonin spread out his palms, and in the crystal that could record real images, he projected the scene of Archimonde coming to Azeroth and directly destroying Dalaran.

Tyrande’s expression was stern. In her almond-shaped eyes, the blue light representing the moon goddess Elune gathered at a high speed, almost filling up all the space in her eye sockets. Only by forcing yourself to look past the holy light could you see that the pupil surrounded by the white of the eye was like a blue glass bead.

"Sure enough, everything I foresaw in the dream was true." Tyrande’s voice sounded more like a whisper.

She recalled the nightmare scenes that had frequently appeared in her dreams over the past month.

In the past, as long as she fell asleep and dreamed, her soul would fly to the sky in the blessing of Elune. But recently, she found that her soul could not break free from the shackles of the earth and could only wander under the clouds.

The lower she flew and the closer she got to the Palace of the Moon Goddess, the more horrific scenes appeared in her vision.

Mount Hyjal became increasingly clear, as did the World Tree Nordrassil and the Well of Eternity.

In the well that looked like a big lake, black water was swirling wildly, and colorful lake water rolled out from the bottom of the river, which was extremely terrifying. As the huge waves on the lake surface hit the shore, the powerful magical energy contained in the water of the Well of Eternity dissipated in all directions.

The lake was churning like boiling water.

Countless night elf priests and druids prostrated themselves beside the well and prayed.

However, the more they prayed for the Well of Eternity’s forgiveness, the worse it became. In the sky, heavy rain poured down, thunder and lightning roared, and those beautiful houses near the Well of Eternity were about to be washed away by the lake.

Why is this happening?

What happened to the Well of Eternity? In her confused dreams, Tyrande felt strange and frightened more than once.

Turning around and looking outside Mount Hyjal, the sky was already as dark as the night in Mount Hyjal.

No! It’s even darker.

That sticky, dark color only made Tyrande think of something ominous.

This is really unusual and definitely dangerous.

What are the sentinels of the Horde doing?

Her soul flew over the mountain road of Mount Hyjal and saw that the guards guarding the road had silent expressions and could not see her at all.

Or was this just a simple dream of hers?

She floated to the outskirts of the building complex on the top of the mountain and was about to go out to see what was going on. She thought she could easily pass through the magic barrier wrapped around the top of the mountain, but she encountered an obstacle.

Someone had cast a very complex and powerful magical spell around Mount Hyjal, blocking the extension of her perception and preventing her from exploring anything outside.

This made her feel like a baby bird waiting to be born in an eggshell, but she had no idea whether there was a ferocious predatory beast in the outside world that was going to smash her to death, or break the eggshell and drag her out to devour her.

This unknown horror made her very uneasy.

However, she couldn’t penetrate this mysterious and evil magic.

Every time she tried, she felt an unexpected pain. She couldn’t scream. This pain couldn’t be solved by screaming.

Every time the dream reaches this point, all the images will disappear.

When she woke up, she found herself in the pure and flawless world of the Moon Goddess Temple again. She was the high priestess of the Moon Goddess and the leader of the entire night elf race, even though she had an ominous foreboding in her dream.

This alone did not allow her to make any bigger moves, until she saw the image of Archimonde...

"Ah!" Tyrande cried out softly. The dream that had been broken countless times finally came together after seeing the image of Archimonde.

Tyrande’s body shook violently, and a trance ensued in her mind.

die!

Violence!

flame!

destroy--

destroy--

That brutal terror seemed to have spanned thousands of years and came from ancient time and space. This mysterious force seemed to tear her in her dream into countless pieces and then scatter them all over Mount Hyjal.

Her soul felt waves of continuous tearing pain.

In the midst of this terrible chaos, she seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Tyrande - it’s okay - wake up - Tyrande - you must fulfill your duty to protect the world!"

It was not the soft female voice of Elune, the goddess of the moon, nor was it the deep and gentle male voice of Cenarius. She vaguely recognized this young male voice. It was a voice that she relied on very much in her subconscious, just like a drowning person in the vast ocean relies on a small piece of driftwood.

Tyrande felt that there was guidance from the goddess of fate, leading her in the right direction.

As time passed, or perhaps because of those calls, the pain that the Burning Legion brought to her in her dreams eased a little, and she felt exhausted. No, this was not fatigue of the mortal body, this was fatigue on the soul level.

It was as if her body wanted to continue drifting in the world of dreams, and her soul no longer needed to return to her body. But if she did so, she might die, so she had to hold on.

Slowly she could feel her own breathing. As the pain in her soul gradually subsided, the voice of the Moon Goddess became clearer. She vaguely heard the prayers of the priestess that echoed in the temple all year round. Tyrande felt that she had returned to her physical state.

Her soul was like rushing through a layer of misty water...

After the scene before her eyes distorted, her consciousness returned to her.

She immediately realized that from the moment she saw the image of Archimonde, which stimulated the fusion of the dreams buried deep in her heart, to the moment she almost lost her balance and fell, to the moment the guards behind her rushed over nervously, two trying to support her, and two glaring at Rhonin, all these things happened in just one second.

"Wait! It has nothing to do with the messenger!" Tyrande hurriedly stopped the guard from any possible rude behavior.

"Lord Yufeng..." a priestess asked nervously.

Tyrande waved her hand and said, "No, I’m fine. It’s just that these Alliance envoys finally brought evidence of the Burning Legion’s complete invasion of Azeroth. This, combined with the nightmare I’ve been having recently, has shocked my spirit."

The priestess understood immediately.

As the chosen one of the goddess Elune, Tyrande could easily see through falsehood. If what Rhonin brought was fabricated, then what awaited Rhonin would surely be the wrath of the entire night elf race.

The image of Archimonde destroying Dalaran was naturally the clip that Duke captured when he called upon Antonidas’s mage tower, and its authenticity is beyond doubt.

Then things would be much simpler.

Tyrande stood up and bowed deeply to Rhonin and the others. "Thank you for coming thousands of miles to bring the night elves this important news that may affect the life and death of all intelligent creatures in the world. I urgently need Elune’s guidance. Please take a day off. Tomorrow I will lead the night elf leaders to formally meet you. Please wait patiently."

"That’s no problem." Rhonin was delighted.

After saying that, Tyrande hurriedly gave her deputy a few words, asking his men to treat Rhonin well, and then she went straight to the depths of the Temple of Elune.

In the prayer hall reserved for the high priest, Tyrande gently took off all her clothes and stepped into the crystal pool with the statue of the goddess Elune. She let the holy water pouring from the bottle in the goddess’s hand wet her whole body, allowing herself to enter a state of oblivion and began to communicate with the goddess.

After being taken by a priestess to a house in Mount Hyjal that should be considered a state guesthouse, Rhonin and his party finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It has not been easy along the way.

Because it was still early, Theramore had not yet taken shape when they arrived, and there was no magic portal, so they had to take a boat across the Endless Sea.

The fleet that crossed the sea was not large, with only seven ships, which attracted the attention of a medium-sized Naga clan.

They have fought against Nagas, killed Murlocs, and even confronted a giant octopus with tentacles more than ten meters long.

After arriving at Theramore for supplies, the journey was OK, but after landing on Aesar, I killed almost all the way here. I don’t know how many Nagas and humanoid demons called Satyrs I killed along the way.

After heading west from Azshara into Ashenvale, they were ambushed by 200 night elves. Fortunately, they could barely speak the night elf language, so they escaped.

You know, when the first arrow was fired, Rhonin and his party had not anticipated the force of that arrow. Although it was a warning arrow, they did not react in fear until Rhonin’s protective magic shield was blown up.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

In the State Guesthouse filled with purple and green tones, Rhonin gazed comfortably at the green outside the window from the balcony on the second floor and couldn’t help saying, "It’s so peaceful. I really hope this peace can last forever. It’s a pity that we are here to report bad news."

Lirath raised her head slightly, then immediately lowered her head to concentrate on her work. She was using a special juice made by the ranger to maintain her bowstring.

Liadrin, who was not far away, was in a similar situation. Originally, the blood elf paladin leader could not spare the time, but considering that the battle at Mount Hyjal was against the Scourge and the demon army, Duke sent her to serve as an outpost.

The only one who responded to Rhonin was Bridget Abendis.

"Without our struggle, there will be no peace for our descendants. My father has always told me this." Bridget subconsciously smoothed her slightly long hair.

Rhonin was a little surprised: "Oh, I didn’t expect you to have plans to have children."

Bridget blushed, and then became a little angry: "Don’t look at me like this, I have a more feminine nickname - Bridget. And my father ordered me a long time ago that I must get married and have children before the age of 25. Only after I have children will I be allowed to rejoin the army."

Rhonin was speechless.

Unexpectedly, General Abendis actually has such a kind fatherly side.

They were chatting and didn’t know that at the same time, Tyrande Whisperwind, who had just finished praying to the goddess Elune, met with the ’prophet’ Medivh in the side hall.

Medivh, once a guardian who has now lost almost all of his power and can only act as a prophet, once thought about how to persuade a leader who has been clinging to his own world for nearly ten thousand years.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Unlike the former Quel’Thalas, where the high elves still reluctantly interact with human society, the night elves are completely closed, and the entire ecological cycle of the society is a completely closed loop.

No need to communicate with the outside world.

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

All they need is the most natural forest ecological cycle.

They reject any new civilization, and even if they cut down a tree to build a house, they must plant another one immediately.

So, when Medivh found that Tyrande was very humbly asking about Archimonde’s direction and military strength, Medivh breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a cycle of ten thousand years. The Burning Legion’s target is the Well of Eternity, that’s for sure. At a time when the guardian dragons are busy, the night elves alone cannot defend the Well of Eternity. They must unite with the Horde and the Alliance..."

Well, what follows is a story about an agility hero engaging in a war of words with an intelligence hero.

Round one.

"No, I think we night elves have been preparing for this battle nine thousand years ago. We can definitely deal with the Burning Legion," said Tyrande.

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

Tyrande played Proposal, and Medivh played the more sharply worded Great Proposal.

Tyrande lost.

Round 2.

"It’s not a good idea to increase the number of troops. It will likely cause chaos. The night elves fight in a completely different way than the orcs and humans."

"It doesn’t matter. All other places are protected by the magic circle of the mountain. There is only one path to Mount Haigar. Orcs or humans can guard the front respectively to consume the strength of the Burning Legion."

Tyrande played Grand Proposition, and Medivh directly played Counterargument.

Tyrande was defeated again.

Round 3.

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

Medivh: "Can the night elves defeat Archimonde alone?"

Tyrande used Concentration to defend herself verbally, and Medivh directly used Provocation.

Tyrande was defeated again and again.

"According to you, you were once possessed by Sargeras, which is why you started all 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 hurt Medivh a little with Counterargument.

However, this was just a flash in the pan.

"That was in the past. The heroes of the Alliance helped me to redeem myself..." Even though Tyrande had been beaten to a pulp in the verbal battle, Medivh was so crazy that he started to recall the past.

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

Tyrande’s psychological bar, that is, her physical strength during the verbal battle, was directly emptied.

Well, anyway, in the half-hour meeting, Tyrande, the agile hero, knelt down again and again in the verbal battle. Finally, she made up her mind to prepare for the war in an all-round way and fully accepted Medivh’s suggestions.

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

After sending Medivh away, the first thing Tyrande thought of was to wake up her childhood friend, the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage.

Under the guidance of the druids’ patron god, the demigod Cenarius, the revered Malfurion Stormrage has protected the night elves from demonic invasion for nearly ten thousand years.

During the War of the Ancients, Malfurion and other heroes fought against the terrifying Burning Legion to protect all life on Azeroth, including his childhood friend Tyrande Whisperwind and his brother Illidan.

After defeating the demons, he worked hard to lead the night elves to leave their homeland destroyed by the Burning Legion, rebuild their homes near Mount Hyjal, and oversee the growth of the World Tree Nordrassil.

The great dragon Aspect Ysera connected Nordrassil to the Emerald Dream—a reflection of Azeroth without war or mortal influence—and allowed all druids, including Malfurion, to enter this realm. Malfurion and other druids explored the Dream for thousands of years.

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

If possible, Tyrande did not want to face Malfurion directly because it would be awkward.

How to describe her relationship with Malfurion? It should be more than friends, but less than lovers. If it weren’t for that incident ten thousand years ago, perhaps she would have chosen Malfurion as her partner over Illidan and Malfurion, who were both childhood friends.

but...

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

Leading a race that advocates nature and peace and is extremely closed-minded is troublesome, but it is not too difficult. She can handle it by herself. As for dealing with the Burning Legion that was repelled by the power of all the five-color guardian dragons, even if it is an incomplete Archimonde, this is not something that Tyrande can handle alone.

"Melande!" Tyrande’s voice traveled through space and reached outside the reception hall.

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

"Call the Sentinels! I will awaken Malfurion tonight!"

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

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

As the night deepened and the crescent moon rose, Melander was waiting for Tyrande at the temple gate with a team of 500 quickly assembled and armed temple guards.

Tyrande was satisfied.

She appeared at the gate, also in military uniform, looking even more heroic.

The exquisite moon-white armor is covered with curved silver carvings. This is not just for aesthetics. If you look closely, you will find that each carving is actually made up of crescent patterns. These crescents of different sizes imply the mysterious power of the moon goddess Elune.

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

That is the power of the Moon Goddess!

"Let’s go!"