Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 788: Historical Differences

Chapter 788: Historical Differences

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm is a famous ancient night elf who was a very prominent member of the Cenarion Circle when he was young. Staghelm’s tall stature and hot temper made him a difficult and powerful druid in the eyes of the world. He often contradicted his mentor because of this, but was chosen by Malfurion as one of the most talented students.

Similarly, Fandral is also a representative of the radical faction in the Cenarion Circle.

Under Duke’s tentative questioning, Tyrande had to confess that this time the power from the radicals almost affected the strategy that Tyrande and Malfurion had planned in advance.

Although Tyrande used a lot of modifiers and changed some of the content to cover up Fandral Staghelm’s radical remarks, Tyrande’s efforts did not escape the monitoring of the system elves.

The awesome system AI even has a function similar to a lie detector. It reverse-calculates based on objective data such as Tyrande’s heart rate acceleration and deceleration, speaking speed, tone, pupil dilation, and the slang in the high elves’ Thalassian language. After all, as a branch of the night elves’ Darnassian language, Thalassian shares many things with Darnassian.

Of course, to the proud high elves or blood elves, mixing up the Thalassian and Darnassian languages ​​is an act of extreme stupidity and impertinence.

Tyrande would never have dreamed that Duke, a young man who looked only twenty years old, could understand the Darnassian language and be well versed in the allusions contained therein.

In this way, no matter how Tyrande tried to cover it up, the system AI still restored Fandral’s original words in general.

"Those incompetent orcs only knew how to kill our compatriots and burn our forests. When the enemy attacked, they simply abandoned the camp they had built by cutting down tens of thousands of century-old trees. I really don’t know why Tyrande Whisperwind chose to trust those cruel green beasts, just because she believed in a so-called prophet who died and resurrected?"

"God of nature, we can’t even be sure whether Medivh is still serving the Burning Legion. But what we can be sure of is that it was the weak-willed Medivh who opened the Dark Portal with his own hands and started the disaster of destruction."

"Alliance? Oh! Are humans, a new race that seems to have crossed the sea to help us, a good helper? Great! They also brought with them a group called Sin’dorei, but in fact they were blasphemers who called themselves Quel’dorei! Remember that their abuse of arcane magic led to the invasion of the Burning Legion and the destruction of ancient Kalimdor. Countless night elves were slaughtered by demons. Therefore, as early as eight thousand years ago, the use of arcane magic was a crime that could be sentenced to death."

"We don’t need reinforcements! Rather than trusting the greenskins who recently slaughtered our compatriots, killed Cenarius, and destroyed our forests, and trusting the Alliance who abused magic just like the Quel’dorei, it is better to use our own strength to defend Mount Hyjal from the beginning."

"The Alliance and the Horde are willing to defend Mount Hyjal together? Very good. If they really want to, they can set up their positions near the foot of the mountain. Whether they die fighting for the world or join the Burning Legion again, it will not affect our defense plan."

"At worst, when they become traitors to Azeroth, we can also launch the ultimate plan and completely destroy them along with the demons."

When Tyrande forced her way through the night elves and asked the Alliance to set up a defense line halfway up the mountain, Fandral said again.

"I don’t believe in their will to fight. Of course, if they threaten to evacuate, we will close the teleportation channel of Mount Hyjal and force them to fight the Burning Legion to death. In this way, whether they fight the Burning Legion to the death or become minions of the devil in the end, it will make no difference to us night elves."

When the system restored Fandral’s words, Duke felt as if he was forced to eat the slime monster as if it were jelly, and he felt nauseous.

Damn it, he’s been hanging around with humans for too long, and he actually forgot about Fandral, a guy who was crazy about protecting his own child, and eventually became completely corrupt and kept asking for trouble!

At this moment, Duke had the urge to kill the old guy Fandral Staghelm at all costs.

Duke shouted in his own spiritual world with great arrogance: "System, add the name of that bastard Fandral Staghelm as the first name in my personal ancestral black notebook. Remind me once every month on the first day of the month."

"Although you, the host, don’t have any inherited black notebook, it doesn’t matter. Got it! Record! Classify! Remind yourself to complete it on time!" The system AI replied.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Tyrande still has the final say among the night elves.

Tyrande took a deep breath and said, "I apologize to the Alliance for the radical elements in the night elves. But I also hope that the Alliance can understand us. After all, any organization or force has its own principles and ways of doing things, as well as various concerns. I am glad that the Alliance has proved your determination to protect this world with your actions. I only hope that after I confess, you can help me convince Thrall. As long as we hold on for one more day, or even half a day, the night elves will be able to make all preparations."

"Prepare?"

"Yes! The main force of the night elves never really left Mount Hyjal, they just went to the northern side of the mountain. As long as the main force of the Burning Legion’s invasion enters the mountain road, we can mobilize the main force that follows the Ancient of War, climb over the mountain that outsiders cannot cross, and block the Burning Legion’s retreat from behind. We will attack from both sides, and finally, use the Ancient of Life’s self-destruction to eliminate Archimonde and his men!"

Tyrande excitedly made a fist-bumping gesture.

However, Duke was confused.

Oh my god, he’s not planning to use the elves of the entire mountain range to self-destruct?

The next moment, Duke realized why this happened. The World Tree was the lifeblood of the Night Elves, and they would never do anything that could harm the World Tree until the very end.

In fact, in the original history, after the night elves destroyed the world tree in Hyjal, they lost the blessing of the dragons and were no longer immortal, and they always regretted it. The most obvious example is when Fandral planted the second world tree Nordrassil in Darnassus.

But Duke was thinking that the night elves were going to self-destruct as soon as they arrived.

As a result, there was a big misunderstanding.

However, Duke remembered very clearly that there was no such thing as a large army flanking the enemy in the original history. After killing the fourth boss, Kazzakr, Tyrande simply played a supporting role and gave the player a parachute with the "I want your life" sign, which made the poor player and Archimonde fight each other.

Duke didn’t blame the night elves for having their own ideas.

Nowadays, even the Titans of creation have selfish desires and can become bad and corrupt.

Look, didn’t old Sargeras learn to be bad? Did he just run out and set up his own gang?

In the spirit of seeking common ground while reserving differences, Duke is very sincere in pulling the night elves, a member of the Alliance who is destined to be like this, into the dire pit of the Alliance, oh, in the great united and friendly family under Duke’s control.

Duke suddenly remembered something and immediately reminded Tyrande: "No, no, no, the fighting power of mortals is useless. We have eliminated all the leaders of the Burning Legion’s invading forces except Archimonde. According to Archimonde’s habit, he will soon take action himself. In front of him, all the fighting power that has not entered the hero realm or is below the Archmage is meaningless."

Tyrande looked surprised.

From the incredibly wonderful expression on her face, Duke knew that empiricism was deadly.

Tyrande was one of the few witnesses who had experienced the War of the Ancients. She had seen with her own eyes that even the powerful dragons had to suffer at the hands of those powerful and numerous demonic waves that covered the sky.

But the night elves were too closed-minded. For ten thousand years, they had never thought that the Burning Legion had a commander with the word "brave" engraved on his chest and who liked to engage in hand-to-hand combat himself.

The Burning Legion clearly still has at least 200,000 mid- and high-level demons, so why is it rolling up its sleeves and joining the battle?

Tyrande instinctively didn’t believe it.

At this moment, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.

"Your Excellency the High Priest! Your Excellency the High Priest! Are you there?" Tyrande knew as soon as she heard it that it was the voice of her confidant Melander.

"Come in!"

As a high-ranking priest of the Moon Goddess Temple, Melander was definitely a leader in terms of both appearance and martial arts. Melander almost rushed in. Although she tried to control her emotions, her face and eyes were clearly filled with anxiety and fear.

Regardless of Duke’s presence, or perhaps thinking that Duke simply couldn’t understand the ancient Darnassian language, Melander nodded to Duke and quickly walked to Tyrande’s side: "Our ambush force has been discovered. The main force of the Burning Legion attacked our troops. We can confirm that Archimonde personally participated in the attack. Lord Shamurian launched the ultimate tactic. Preliminary judgment shows that Archimonde was not injured."

Tyrande’s face turned pale in an instant. She clenched her hands tightly, and the joints of her slender fingers turned white from excessive force.

She raised her beautiful face, revealed a sad smile, and spoke in the same Darnassian language, but to Duke: "Lord Edmund, your opinion is correct - the fighting power of mortals is meaningless."

Melander was shocked. Doesn’t this mean that Duke heard everything he just said?

Duke performed an elegant Kaldorei salute, his lips slightly parted.

"Vendel’oeranushindu!" After a pause, he added: "Anar’endaldracon"

This is actually a sentence composed of Thalassian phrases common to the Darnassian language. The combined meaning is - May God have mercy on us and forget this failure. May we have the courage of a dragon to face new challenges.

Duke’s words are so gentle and kind, full of wisdom and determination to fight against evil.

For a moment, the two Moon Priests almost thought that they were facing the extremely wise demigod Cenarius, rather than such a young human.

Tyrande and Melander crossed their arms at the same time, pointed their fingers at their shoulders, bowed deeply to Duke, and spoke in the common language of mankind:

"In order to prevent our people from sacrificing in vain, I hope we can put aside our differences and past grievances, work together, and jointly destroy the super devil Archimonde."

Greeting each other in each other’s language is the most formal etiquette.

All of a sudden, both sides felt an inexplicable liking and sense of identity towards each other.

"Please ask the night elves to prepare the last resort." Duke sighed.

"Okay, before that, let’s go notify the Horde."

Duke and Tyrande came out together and directly informed Thrall that the ambush of the night elves was destroyed by Archimonde alone.

When they suddenly heard that the 100,000-strong night elf army was wiped out, the faces of chiefs such as Thrall and Vol’jin were filled with excitement.

Tyrande said: "It is no longer meaningful for mortals to hold on. The night elves agree to the evacuation of the Alliance and the Horde. However, if possible, we still hope that each side can send strong men to support this war that will determine the fate of the world."

the Horde discussed it in a very ’quiet’ manner, but the final result surprised Duke.

Except for Varok, almost all the most capable fighters of the Horde chose to join the war - Thrall, Grom, Cairne, Vol’jin and Brox.

"Varok! You lead your army back to Orgrimmar. If I can’t come back, you will be the next warchief of the Horde."

As soon as Thrall finished giving his orders in public, Varok Saurfang burst into tears on the spot: "Great Warchief, I never thought I was fit to be the Great Warchief. You... you must come back!"

Over there, Cairne was also instructing his deputy: "If I die, let Bane be the chief."

Not to mention the Alliance, the group of strong men who came here were ready to fight to the bitter end. Those who should stay behind are all on the Eastern Kingdom continent.

For example, at this point in time, Varian’s combat power is not very strong; if something happens, Abendis will stay to assist Queen Calia; Magni Bronzebeard did not come...

Even the most unexpected situation for Duke occurred.

Jaina actually told Aegwynn: "If I can’t come back, you go find Jaina Goldensword. I guess she might have a child with my father. If she does, he or she will be the next king of Kul Tiras. If not, you can make one up. Anyway, the heritage of Kul Tiras cannot be cut off."

Some people may ask, Azeroth has been destroyed, what is the point of inheritance?

This involves another secret plan of the Alliance - before Duke led a large force to Mount Hyjal, he announced that if they lost, he hoped that the remaining kings and leaders would lead all the survivors, open the Dark Portal again, and find a new planet. At worst, the people could take refuge in Draenor first.

It is precisely because of this that countries can send their strongest men to join the war without hesitation.

The sun sets.

The army withdrew from the portal like a tide. The Horde went directly back to Durotar, while the Alliance soldiers teleported to Theramore.

At this time, the strong men from the three factions had gathered around Duke.

Sylvanas smiled and said, "Duke! Did you foresee this outcome?"

"If everything can be planned out in advance, then life is nothing but a boring journey dominated by fate. To put it bluntly, there are countless paths to fate, and there is no absolute right or wrong. It doesn’t matter which path I take, as long as it’s my own choice, I won’t regret it."