Chen Stormstout set his sights on Val'sharah in the Broken Isles.
Firstly, Val'sharah doesn't garner as much attention as the Ashenvale conflict.
Secondly, Val'sharah is where the Temple of the Moon is built, the spiritual faith of the Night Elf race. If the Temple of the Moon is taken over, the Night Elf race will lose their cohesion.
Third, Chen Stormstout used a clever tactic: he didn't intervene himself, but instead had Meera Highmountain lead the troops, thus limiting the conflict to the Highmountain Tauren and the Night Elves. This could only be considered a localized conflict, not a full-scale war between the Alliance and the Horde.
Once the Temple of the Moon and the Emerald Dream fall into the hands of the Horde, the Night Elves will lose their foundation and will never recover.
Chen Stormstout was pleased with his scheme. After arranging everything, he went on a grand vacation to Pandaria to avoid the limelight.
Despite Mela Highmountain's reluctance to confront Chen Stormstout, she is full of passion and courage when sent to fight the Night Elves.
Led by a thousand Highmountain Tauren and followed by fifty thousand Lightforging Orcs, the Horde army marched in a mighty force toward Val'sharah in the name of saving Azeroth.
Faced with the approaching, aggressive Horde, the Night Elves gathered at the Temple of the Moon, discussing the matter animatedly, each with a look of worry on their face.
Since the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Night Elf race have suffered heavy losses, and after years of war, their numbers have decreased rather than increased.
The overwhelming numerical disadvantage left the Night Elf race bewildered, leaving them no choice but to plead with Malfurion and Tyrande.
Malfurion first roused the Druid forces to prepare for battle, but was unexpectedly rejected.
A Druid solemnly declared, "Lord Malfurion, Thrall, the Savior, has saved Azeroth time and time again. To oppose the Savior is to destroy Azeroth."
"What are you saying?" Malfurion was practically going crazy. "Don't you know how ruthless the Horde? We'll all be eaten!"
Another Druid spoke passionately:
"We Druids cultivate the Way of the Bear so that the Horde can eat to our hearts' content. It is our honor to be food for our Savior."
Malfurion nearly fainted upon hearing this, regretting that he dared not pass on the Druid's Path to the Tauren.
Tauren enjoyed cooking for Orcs and took great pride in it, influencing all the Druids.
The Druids remained silent; clearly, most were unwilling to become food, but it was better to kill them all than to make them enemies of the great Savior.
Malfurion sighed deeply, beginning to understand Fandral Staghelm; the Druid's Path could not protect the Night Elf race.
Disappointed Malfurion could only turn to Tyrande for help.
Unlike her panicked tribesmen, Tyrande was completely at ease, leisurely watering flowers in her courtyard, refusing to see any of her tribesmen who came to see her.
Even Malfurion was turned away.
Malfurion was furious, then suddenly remembered something and asked the Priest beside Tyrande:
"I discussed with Illidan a few days ago the idea of sending one hundred Night Elves to study at Light's Hope Chapel. Has that been arranged?"
The Priest dared not delay and replied, "Lord Malfurion, Lady Tyrande, after careful selection and verification of her lineage, departed the day before yesterday."
"What? They only set off the day before yesterday?" Malfurion was so angry he almost fainted.
He knew Tyrande opposed the Night Elves accepting the Path of Fel, and now the Horde was already at their doorstep, and the hundred Night Elves hadn't even arrived at Light's Hope Chapel yet.
Hopefully, the Demon Hunters could drive the Horde away, but that's no longer an option.
"Damn it, Tyrande has messed things up."
Malfurion pushed aside the guarding Priest, forced his way into Tyrande's courtyard, and roared:
"Tyrande, what are you doing? The Horde army is already on their way, and you're still in the mood to water the flowers?"
Tyrande, unperturbed, put down the small water bottle, smoothed her hair, and smiled faintly:
"What are you worried about? With the protection of Elune, no enemy is invincible. We've survived for ten thousand years."
Malfurion knew Tyrande, and suppressing his anger, he asked without much hope, "Alright, Tyrande, what do you plan to do?"
Tyrande smiled confidently, "I plan to bathe and change, then pray to Elune. Moon Goddess will surely unleash boundless divine fire to annihilate all invading enemies."
"You!"
Malfurion had hoped Tyrande would make changes, but she remained the same.
Unfortunately, Malfurion also lost his composure and turned away in a huff.
As I stepped out of Tyrande's courtyard, some of my clansmen gathered around and asked:
"Should we call in Sentinels?"
The Night Elf Sentinels were originally established by Tyrande, but as she became obsessed with the Elune, the force gradually drifted away from Tyrande.
Malfurion looked at the magnificent Temple of the Moon. For ten thousand years, the Temple of the Moon had never been conquered.
However, the building was protected by the Sentinels, the Satyrs, and Illidan; Elune, never sheltered her sanctuary.
Malfurion began to hesitate.
According to the unwritten rule, Tyrande prayed to Moon Goddess, the moon goddess, and Malfurion organized the Sentinels to resist. Then all the glory was given to Elune.
This time, Malfurion decided to make a change, and proclaimed:
"The Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, has decided to pray to the Elune. You may proceed as you see fit, and await the Moon Goddess's boundless wrath to annihilate the invading Horde."
With that, Malfurion left without looking back.
Unlike the Highmountain Tauren, the Night Elf race have extremely long lifespans, with many living for over ten thousand years.
A beautiful young woman said, "For ten thousand years, the Elune has never protected us."
The handsome young man nodded. "Ever since the Sundering ten thousand years ago, when Azeroth was shattered, Elune, has only upheld faith; she has never cared about our lives."
"Elune, is True God. Does her temple need to be protected by us mortals? Isn't that a huge irony?" someone interjected.
"That's right. Everyone says the Moon Goddess is omniscient and omnipotent, and we are just ants. Ants don't get protection, but instead have to protect the goddess. There's no logic in this world. I have a farm in the Westfall that needs to be managed."
"There's a business negotiation in Booty Bay that I can't miss."
"God's affairs are naturally to be handled by God himself; the Black Lotus of Winterspring is about to ripen."
With neither Malfurion nor Tyrande willing to step forward, the crowd lost their will to resist and quickly scattered.
Tyrande was in a good mood. As usual, she took a bath, changed her clothes, and then entered the prayer room, entering a meditative state to pray devoutly to the Elune.
After an unknown amount of time, as usual, Elune, did not respond. Tyrande opened her eyes and felt hungry.
She stood up, her beautiful curves flowing beneath the wide Priest's robe, and walked barefoot to the lounge beside her.
As is customary, food should be prepared here, usually her favorite Osmanthus Cake, along with a cup of flower tea.
However, there was nothing there.
Tyrande was clearly displeased, her brow furrowed slightly, but she still maintained excellent manners.
She left the lounge and headed towards the main hall of the Temple of the Moon. The Temple of the Moon, which was usually bustling with people, was unusually Anjing today, with not a single person in sight.
"What happened? What is Malfurion doing?" Tyrande suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable panic.
A tremor came from the ground; it was the Tauren trampling the earth. The Horde army surrounded the Temple of the Moon.