Thrall's wedding invitation reached the Emerald Dream. After reading it, the Green Dragon Queen Ysera's brow furrowed, her mood as agitated as if facing the most terrifying Nightmare.
Repairing the shattered Outland is a matter of life and death for Azeroth. The Nightmare reality weighed heavily on Ysera's heart, but she knew she was powerless to do anything about it.
Ysera must follow the Red Dragon Queen Red Dragon Queen, who has decided to attend Thrall's wedding, and Ysera cannot refuse.
The lazy Ysera had long been accustomed to going through the motions but not putting in the effort; she didn't want to destroy Azeroth, much less stop Thrall.
The invitation arrived in Darnassus. Tyrande received it and pondered for a long time, unable to make up her mind to go to the Great Den to find Malfurion.
"You foolish old deer, wake up from your slumber!"
Tyrande roared furiously, her sharp deerskin boots slamming into Malfurion, showing no regard for the large number of Druids sleeping there.
After Green Dragon Ysera, received the invitation, Malfurion got the news and was already prepared to awaken. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Tyrande's twisted face, and his mood was indescribably terrible. He felt his life was so miserable and could only helplessly say:
"I know everything, Tyrande. You must be worried about Thrall's wedding."
Tyrande then curled her lip and said sarcastically, "A few days ago, Garrosh sent me his wedding invitation to Agna, and I ignored him. Now Thrall has driven Garrosh away and taken Agna for himself, and he still has the nerve to send me an invitation? Doesn't he feel ashamed?"
Malfurion said indifferently, "In Orcs custom, might makes right. There's nothing shameful about stealing a wife; this is tantamount to humiliating Garrosh."
"What an incomprehensible barbaric custom." Tyrande smoothed her disheveled hair and said angrily, "Mount Hyjal, the Orcs killed so many of our people, and now they're inviting us to destroy Azeroth together. What will become of the Night Elf race? Are we to go to Outland and live under their roof? Damn it, I can't be complicit with Thrall; I must stop him."
Malfurion sighed and whispered, "Tyrande, you're not young anymore. How can you be so naive? Faced with terrible Evil, whoever is the first to stand up and stop it will face the worst retribution. The proper course of action is to protect yourself and observe from the sidelines."
Tyrande glared at him, her eyes wide with fury, and retorted, "Are we just going to sit idly by and watch Thrall destroy Azeroth?"
Malfurion shook his head confidently and said, "Of course not. There are some fools in this world. Let them stand up for us, bear Thrall's endless wrath, and help us test how many trump cards Thrall has up his sleeve. We just need to sit back and reap the benefits."
Tyrande raised an eyebrow. "You mean Fandral Staghelm? Yes, he is indeed a suitable candidate."
In recent years, Fandral Staghelm has been studying the soil of Un'Goro Crater, a magical soil that can cultivate a plant called Dawnlight Wheat.
Fandral Staghelm has realized that Dawnlight Wheat is an extremely high-yield crop, and if a method for large-scale cultivation can be found, Azeroth will never suffer from hunger again.
The Night Elves did not participate in the Northrend War, and instead focused on recuperation. The peaceful days pleased Fandral Staghelm, and his relationship with Tyrande and Malfurion improved considerably.
However, Fandral Staghelm's peaceful life was soon disrupted when one of Fandral Staghelm informants reported to him that Tyrande had received a wedding invitation from Thrall. This informant was a Priestess who served Tyrande and was highly trusted by Tyrande; she had already seen the contents of the invitation.
"Destroy Azeroth and use Elemental Power to repair Outland —only Thrall could come up with that."
Fandral Staghelm's eyes darted around, and after thinking for a while, he said:
"No, Thrall is doing this for himself, for immortality, even to become Elemental Lords. We Night Elves are immortal, so Malfurion and Tyrande have no reason to cooperate with Thrall. I see, they want to use me to deal with Thrall."
Having figured out the crux of the matter, Fandral Staghelm solemnly addressed the Priestess:
"Tyrande has discovered your identity. I will find a reason to transfer you to Feathermoon Stronghold. After that, be careful of Tyrande's ruthless methods."
The Priestess asked gratefully, "Lord Fandral Staghelm, what is your decision?"
Fandral Staghelm declared resolutely, "Though I have become Tyrande and Malfurion's blade, I will also become the sharpest blade, making Thrall pay the price, for the sake of this world."
After the Priestess was transferred, Tyrande quickly found Fandral Staghelm. Inside the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande smiled radiantly and spoke politely to Fandral Staghelm:
"Don't worry, Fandral Staghelm, it's just a little trick. Your loyal servant will be unharmed. Now that you know about Thrall's invitation, I'd like to ask you to do a small favor: help me prepare a gift for Thrall. I hope it will surprise Thrall."
Fandral Staghelm stared at the cunning woman, then chuckled indifferently, "Very well, Tyrande, you've once again sided with Justice, while I will be the despised villain. As you wish, Thrall will have a wedding he'll never forget."
Theramore.
Jaina had been preparing to persuade King Varian, a new Varian from an unfamiliar Parallel Worlds. Jaina had bribed the Royal Guards of Stormwind Keep to observe and record Varian's every move.
The more Jaina knows about Varian, the greater her chances of success.
In the dead of night, the Guardian Aegwynn forcibly summoned the sleeping Jaina to the Mage Tower. The elegant former Guardian leisurely sipped his tea, while Jaina, wearing pajamas and removing her makeup, had her hair a mess and could only manage a forced, perfect smile.
"I've detected unusual elemental activity."
Aegwynn said nonchalantly, "Right here at Mount Hyjal, at the site of Thrall's wedding, in the ruins of Nordrassil, this is going to be quite a commotion. What do you plan to do, Jaina?"
Waking from her sleep, Jaina's thoughts were a bit jumbled. She instinctively replied, "I'll remind Thrall; perhaps changing the wedding location would be a good idea."
Aegwynn smiled and shook her head:
"This isn't a smart decision. I know Thrall's character. Your reminder will only earn you a little goodwill, Thrall will probably forget about it in the blink of an eye. We should try a different approach."
Jaina calmed down a bit and replied, "When Thrall faced death and was about to be killed, I stood up to save his life, and he will always remember my kindness."
Aegwynn chuckled, lightly shaking his finger, and said, "In that case, Thrall will just tear you to pieces and eat you without hesitation; that's the nature of Orcs."
Jaina scratched her head frantically, saying in anguish, "What should I do? Maybe I can let Thrall die and then take his place."
Aegwynn's expression turned serious:
"No, Jaina, Thrall dares to do something that could destroy the world; I suspect there's a secret hidden behind him. You must do everything you can to help him, even if you fail. Of course, Theramore shouldn't bear this loss; let the foolish King Varian help Thrall. When the Orcs are in danger, it's always the human King who needs to stand up and die for Orcs."