The leader of the Wraith sages had a kind face and regular features, suggesting he must have been a refined and cultured person in his previous life.
The Wraith sage, his eyes blazing with green Flames, stared at Robbie and slowly said:
"Young people, you have been misled by Tyrande. As the leader of the Night Elves, an Elf has lived for ten thousand years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms, I think in her eyes, King Varian is nothing but an idiot, a mentally challenged pawn to be manipulated. Tyrande would never mobilize a large army for him, and she would not even consider it worth sacrificing a single Night Elf for him."
Robbie gasped, his brow furrowing deeply. Had he been wrong from the start?
The Wraith continued:
"Tyrande's scheme has already revealed her true intentions. Your guesses are correct. The Westfall army is bait to lure the Defias Brotherhood devouring them. Besides gaining political advantage and inciting discontent among other Alliance races, another purpose is to draw enemy fire. I'm certain that the Legion attacking Shadowmoon Valley is Tyrande's main force; that's her true objective."
"Shadowmoon Valley?"
Robbie stared wide-eyed, bewildered for a long time before finally saying, "Tyrande's true purpose is to save Gul'dan. I don't understand, how is that possible?"
The wise Wraith nodded. "That's right, that's the truth, tragic and cruel."
Robbie frowned, utterly baffled as to why Tyrande would want to save Gul'dan.
The Wraith saw Robbie's confusion and explained:
"Although we are hidden in the Ghost Realm, never seeing the light of day, we have been keeping a close eye on the changing situation in Azeroth. It is a huge conspiracy, and the mastermind behind it has been balancing the power of Azeroth's native forces and the invaders. With each war, the Alliance's power has been weakened, while the Horde's power has been strengthened. At the same time, the forces belonging to Azeroth's native Scourge, such as Arthas's Scourge, the Elemental Lords, the Five Dragonflights, the Titan Keepers, and even the gods worshipped by the Trolls, have all suffered varying degrees of weakening."
"Gul'dan was a crucial pawn. You could say without him, there would have been no Burning Legion attack. The Burning Legion was the best piece to balance the power of the Alliance and the Horde, and to weaken Azeroth. Before the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Night Elves had an overwhelming advantage over the Orcs, but Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Night Elf race were at a disadvantage. Tyrande may not have understood these things; she was simply being used."
"Once Gul'dan is killed, Tyrande will withdraw her troops."
Robbie understood perfectly; whether it was true or not, there was no harm in trying.
Gul'dan is treacherous and cunning; keeping him alive will only bring trouble. Kel'Thuzad has interrogated his soul many times these past few days, and has probably already gotten all the information he could from him.
I suddenly remembered what Gul'dan roared when he collapsed:
"Tyrande and Malfurion will come to my rescue."
So that's how it was; Tyrande's goal was to save Gul'dan.
Robbie had some doubts about why Gul'dan would devise a plan to use a fake oracle; he was probably stalling for time. This cunning Orcs had almost fallen for his trap. Even when faced with soul-searching interrogation, he still concealed his true thoughts.
"Killing Gul'dan might force Tyrande to withdraw her troops, but it won't solve the real problem," the Wraith Sage said earnestly.
"Gul'dan is dead, and new pawns will soon appear. If you really want to solve the problem once and for all, then go to war with the Horde, destroy the Orcs, destroy the Forsaken. The Alliance and the Horde vying for supremacy over Azeroth is an inevitable future. Why not take advantage of the Alliance's current strength and defeat the Horde in one fell swoop?"
He truly deserves to be called a wise man in the history of Lordaeron; he actually foresaw the future course of events.
But Robbie wouldn't blindly trust a Wraith; he had his own ideas.
Anyway, Gul'dan is doomed. Let Naaru Lala devour his soul.
Dean Gandling led the way. It was time to eat, and bowl after bowl of liquid was brought out for the Wraith with bodies to consume.
The liquid was bright red, like blood, and had a strong, pungent smell.
"This is our specially formulated food, designed to replenish our nutrients. To our shame, after painstakingly developing this special food, we discovered its composition is almost identical to blood, and it could be completely replaced with fresh blood."
Vampire!
Robbie understood the evolutionary endpoint of these Wraith.
"I encountered a magical creature in Karazhan."
Robbie recounts the research and discoveries about Vampires in the Book of Medivh.
Tyrande Whisperwind attempted to seek help from the goddess Elune through meditation. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling the Moon Goddess's radiance, trying to gain some enlightenment from it.
"Moon Goddess, please guide me on my path through the mist."
Tyrande prayed silently, and occasionally, when her thoughts drifted, she would recall some ancient stories.
In the ancient times, the brothers Malfurion and Illidan, Queen Azshara —all the rights and wrongs, the truth hidden beneath the surface of history.
To this day, she is still unable to calm down about what she did that day; fortunately, no one knows about that past event.
The biggest lesson the War of the Ancients taught her was that in the magical world of Azeroth, even a perfect queen like Queen Azshara was destined to fail without the support of a powerful entity behind her.
In a daze, she touched a dim silver light, the light of the goddess, which gradually illuminated her heart. She joyfully felt the goddess's power, which brought peace to her heart.
Just then, the warm silver light shattered into countless silver fragments, and a surge of anger emanated from it—the wrath of the goddess. Tyrande felt herself trembling and remained unsettled for a long time.
For ten thousand years, the goddess has always been gentle and kind, and has never lost her composure like this.
Tyrande lay prostrate on the ground for a long time before finally getting up, his heart filled with unease.
Judging by the timeline, the three armies should be landing soon.
Tyrande stood up and was about to order her men to bring over the armor and weapons.
Draenor, Shadowmoon Valley, Draenei territory—that's not within the goddess's sphere of influence. She must personally intervene to ensure everything goes smoothly.
Just then, a Sentinels brought over a wooden box. The Sentinels explained that it was sent by a Dalaran Mages who had specially teleported to Darnassus to make sure Tyrande could see it.
Tyrande opened the wooden box, revealing a hideous Orcs head. Even in death, Evil and cunning lingered on its lips, along with a resentful cruelty, suggesting unfulfilled ambitions.
Gul'dan.
Tyrande's gaze immediately fixed on the scene, and after a long while, she looked up at the vast moonlight in the night sky.
Tonight, dark clouds cover the sky, and the moonlight is not bright.
The target is dead. What else can we do? Are we really going to risk our lives for that idiot Varian?
A flash of disgust crossed Tyrande's brow.
"Withdraw troops."
Tyrande's voice wasn't loud, and the Sentinels stepped forward; she needed to confirm the real command.
"I said retreat! Everyone, retreat!" Tyrande roared, her voice trembling with rage, before calming down as she slumped weakly into her chair and slowly said:
"Greymane, order him to negotiate with Kingdom of Stormwind on my behalf."
Tyrande felt extremely tired and needed to rest. In her hazy state, she seemed to see Illidan.
"The Betrayer? In truth, I am the one betrayed by the world."
In the dark dungeon, amidst sturdy chains and a chilling aura, the torches on the walls flickered with a faint light. The Tauren Cairne Bloodhoof struggled to open his eyes.
"Drink, Tauren Chieftain, this is your Destiny."