The news of the Night Elves' military campaign couldn't be kept secret, and Tyrande had no intention of hiding it either.
Just after Tyrande and Greymane finished their negotiations, SI:7's intelligence had already been delivered to the Lunarfall.
The Elves are the most powerful race in Azeroth. However, after the destruction of the Azshara Empire, the Elves were fragmented into several groups, including the Night Elves, High Elves, and Nightfallen. The Night Elves are just one of these groups.
Even within the Night Elves, there was no unity; Malfurion and his wife were unable to unite all the Night Elves.
When Vanessa and Robbie received the news, they were somewhat surprised, but not entirely unexpected.
At this point, Prince Anduin, the regent, could only issue a stern statement condemning the Elven people's acts of war.
The good news is that the Black Dragon Princess has reached an agreement with the little girl impersonating Jaina. The little girl will find an opportunity to control Dalaran and help the Alliance fight against the Horde. Countess Katrana Prestor has returned to manage the affairs of Kingdom of Stormwind.
Although she is a little girl, she is, after all, High Elf. High Elves have a longer childhood than humans, so in terms of her true age, she is probably no younger Jaina. Of course, a woman's age is always a secret.
I've heard that King Varian has been very depressed lately, indulging in alcohol all day long.
Vanessa convened the Brotherhood's leaders to discuss how to defend against the Elves.
They only received news of the Elf attack, but they had not yet obtained details about the Elven troop deployment, the areas they would attack, or their specific battle plan. The defending side had to consider all possibilities.
A guard reported that Beiqing Feathermoon had come to visit.
This mischievous and innocent Elf girl now looked worried and, upon entering, said without any politeness:
"Tyrande is a despicable woman. You should know that we Night Elf race are not as united as we appear. Tyrande and Malfurion, that pair of scoundrels, have always been ambitious and ruthless in eliminating dissidents. I am a member of Shandris Feathermoon's clan. Although General Feathermoon is nominally Tyrande's subordinate, she has always maintained a distant relationship with Tyrande."
Robbie had already done his homework on the internal strife within the Night Elf race.
The explosion of the Well of Eternity heralded the end of Queen Azshara's reign, and Malfurion and his Druids were forced into slumber due to the conflicts within the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande established the Night Elf Sentinel Organization, taking on the responsibility of protecting the Elf lands.
Although Tyrande is the leader of the Night Elves, her greater responsibility is that of Priestess, and her primary concern is how to serve the goddess Elune.
Over the years, the true leaders of the Night Elves in protecting their homeland have been the generals, headed by Shandris Feathermoon.
Some insightful members of the Elf Elves were worried about another invasion by the Burning Legion, and the Night Elf race needed to find ways to become stronger and prepare for the worst. However, Tyrande was not concerned about this, and she placed all her hopes on the goddess.
From this point on, divisions arose within the Night Elf race.
Over a span of ten thousand years, even the smallest crack can grow into a massive ravine.
Beiqing Feathermoon said indignantly, "In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, General Feathermoon's Sentinels suffered heavy losses, but fortunately, they preserved their main force and were forced to withdraw from the battle. Tyrande falsely accused us of being deserters. If it weren't for Tyrande's betrayal and attempt to use someone else to do her dirty work, Archimonde would have been wiped out by us long ago."
Robbie was somewhat surprised upon hearing this and quickly asked, "How were you able to defeat Archimonde?"
Beiqing Feathermoon boasted triumphantly, "Our Sentinel Organization possesses the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon Mage Corps, with 1,200 mages forming a square formation. When the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannons fire together, we can destroy Archimonde in just ten breaths. For this purpose, we've invited the most powerful Druids in Azeroth to help us stall for ten breaths."
Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon, a formation of 1,200 mages, the most powerful Druids in Azeroth.
Robbie grew increasingly puzzled. There was so much hidden in this: how to activate the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon, how to overcome Mana Addiction, and who was the most powerful Druid?
Perhaps realizing she'd been tricked into revealing information, Beiqing Feathermoon glared fiercely at Robbie:
"Rest assured, the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon Mage Corps has sworn never to serve Tyrande again. Even if Darnassus falls to the enemy, they will only stand by and watch. I'm here to tell you that Tyrande is preparing a three-pronged attack: Stormwind City, Westfall, and Shadowmoon Valley."
"Why split the army into three groups?" Kel'Thuzad was the first to ask. He was an Archmage, and leading troops into battle was not his forte, but he had followed the Lich King for many days and knew some military strategy.
"Splitting the troops into three groups?" Robbie frowned, staring at the map, deep in thought.
Vanessa listened quietly, and when she heard that the Night Elves had split into three groups, she clenched her fists, her eyes gleaming, and said, "Tyrande made a mistake; this is our chance to win."
Robbie didn't immediately grasp the key point, so he added:
"There's a saying that goes, 'It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten of your opponent's fingers.' As long as Stormwind City holds the port, the Night Elves won't be able to land; with the Draenei's cooperation, Shadowmoon Valley's defense is definitely not a problem; as long as we concentrate our forces in Westfall, we will surely be able to break through one of the routes."
At this point, Robbie suddenly stopped, a bad thought flashing through his mind.
Beiqing Feathermoon shrugged and said, "Although I don't quite understand tactics, Tyrande is definitely not a fool, especially with the cooperation of the Kingdom of Gilneas. I've heard that the Worgen Corps is very brave in battle."
Vanessa waved her hand confidently, saying, "Greymane is a cunning fellow. He will never willingly serve Tyrande. I'm afraid they won't even arrive on the Battlefield before we defeat the Elves."
Robbie suddenly understood Tyrande's true intentions, but wisely he said nothing.
Vanessa began Proficiency outlining the battle plan, and the entire Brotherhood was mobilized.
Over the years, the Brotherhood amassed considerable wealth, including a sizable naval fleet.
All the ships, built deep within the Deadmines and disguised as Pirates to plunder Horde merchant ships, are finally ready to be put to use.
After the operational meeting, Robbie stayed behind alone.
"You seem to have something to say." Vanessa's eyes were bright, filled with eager hope.
"I think I understand Tyrande's purpose," Robbie said with a wry smile.
"Her reason for splitting her forces into three groups was to have us wipe out one of them, namely this force in the Westfall. I can even guess that it's a weak brigade made up of the old, weak, and infirm; we can easily win. War is a continuation of politics, Commander."
Vanessa stared blankly, her beautiful eyes unblinking, and after a long while, she finally said:
"Our annihilation of a well-organized Night Elf army means that the conflict has escalated into a full-blown war, making it difficult to back down. Ironforge and Exodar will not stand idly by; they can no longer afford to remain passive. The arrival of the Gilneas Worgen Legion serves as a prime example, further escalating the conflict. Once we are drawn into the chaos, the Brotherhood, being merely a local organization, cannot match the strength of the major kingdoms. With Kingdom of Stormwind weakened, our defeat is inevitable."
Robbie nodded. "Exactly."
Tyrande's battle plan was brilliant. If she had simply concentrated her attack on one side, it would have inevitably led to a two-way confrontation, followed by negotiations, a tug-of-war, wrangling, and finally, both sides would have made concessions and reached a humiliating agreement.
She was taking advantage of the fact that Vanessa, the leader of the Brotherhood, was too young, and that the Brotherhood's officers were a bunch of mindless thugs who couldn't see through the hidden schemes and calculations.
Vanessa's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Is there a solution?"
Robbie shook his head. "We can only try to maneuver around the Night Elves and avoid conflict, but that puts us on the defensive."
Vanessa's face darkened, revealing a ruthless and cruel expression, and she sneered:
"What a brilliant plan! I underestimated Tyrande, that old hag who's lived for ten thousand years. But she forgot one thing: when a person dies, they have nothing left. I'll go assassinate Tyrande right now and frame Twilight's Hammer for it."
Assassinating Tyrande wouldn't be so easy, Robbie quickly stopped Vanessa's impulsive act.
"Wait, give me some time, I'll definitely figure something out."
Robbie pinned his hopes on Gul'dan, the Orcs known for his cunning.
Gul'dan can occasionally remain lucid unless he hears Naaru Lala's singing.
Upon hearing Robbie's account of the Brotherhood's predicament, Gul'dan revealed a mocking expression.
"The Night Elves are a bunch of fools. Their schemes are laughably clumsy. You can't even handle such a simple trick. It's a disgrace and a disgrace that I, Gul'dan, have fallen into your hands."
Robbie's face darkened as he threatened, "Gul'dan, if our Brotherhood can't survive this ordeal, we'll have no choice but to let you go, allowing you to return to the Void World with Naaru Lala."
Gul'dan turned pale with fright. "Fine, as long as I don't have to hear that Naaru singing, I'm willing to help you come up with a plan."
"Deal," Robbie nodded.
"Actually, you've overlooked someone important," Gul'dan said mysteriously in a low voice, "You've forgotten Sylvanas."