"To replace them?"
Tyrande's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
She immediately recalled the beautiful Queen Azshara from ten thousand years ago, a great being whose charm and power inspired awe and made it impossible for anyone to harbor any thought of resistance.
"We will surely take their place."
That's what Malfurion said.
From the moment the Orcs entered Azeroth, Tyrande and Malfurion learned of this alien species almost immediately. As the most powerful race in Azeroth, the Night Elf race had a responsibility to protect the planet.
But the goddess Elune commanded the Night Elves not to act rashly.
Later, part of Gul'dan's fleet encountered a great storm, and a small number of Orcs landed in Kalimdor.
That was the Orcs' first contact with the Night Elves. Tyrande received instructions from the goddess, Night Elves secretly provided them with considerable assistance, which led to the emergence of the female Orcs Doras, the richest woman in the Horde.
Afterwards, Thrall built Orgrimmar in the Barrens, and with the subsequent Battle of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande gradually realized the goddess's high regard for the Orcs, forcing the Night Elves to cede some territory, such as Ashenvale.
Orcs are the protagonists of this era, the chosen ones, and Thrall is the undisputed Savior. Opposing them will inevitably lead to a bad end. Ten thousand years of experience have given this couple a perspective that far surpasses that of ordinary people.
Although Tyrande and Malfurion Liuliu, they dared not disobey the goddess's command.
"Able to replace the Orcs? Has the opportunity finally arrived?"
Tyrande felt that her patience during this period had not been in vain, and asked with a gentle smile and a charming tone.
"My dearest Malfurion, my beloved, what should we do?"
Malfurion stroked his green beard, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and shook his head, saying:
"Cairne Bloodhoof's return from the dead signifies that the world is in chaos, and the Blackhand's plans have been disrupted, which is why this Tauren has stepped forward to salvage the situation. Cairne Bloodhoof has replaced Gul'dan, and his mission is to lure the Burning Legion. The Goddess Elune's will is unclear, proving that the goddess does not have high hopes for Cairne Bloodhoof."
"If we seize the opportunity to eliminate Cairne Bloodhoof and wipe out the Tauren, those behind-the-scenes bigwigs will have to find new representatives. This is a great opportunity. If we manage it well, the Orcs, Trolls, and Tauren will all be greatly weakened; they'll be lucky to avoid extinction. Blood Elves are just opportunists, Goblins are merchants, only Sylvanas can stand alone. At that time, all we need to do is raise our voices and agree to divide up the lands of Lordaeron, and all the Alliance races will surely respond enthusiastically, making the destruction of the Forsaken a piece of cake."
"The Horde is basically wiped out, so who can be the representative? Humans? Wrynn and his son have lost their power. Worgen? King Greymane is completely under our control. Dwarves? Rely on that proud, short, stout black princess? Gnome? What are they? Not to mention Velen, this outsider. It can only be you and me. Whoever becomes the representative will be able to play both sides and gain enormous benefits, becoming a protagonist of the era like Thrall."
Malfurion's analysis stirred Tyrande's emotions and ignited her passion. She was filled with longing for the enormous profits behind it all. Tyrande's beautiful eyes shone with an unusual light as she excitedly spoke.
"Yes, Cairne Bloodhoof has returned from the dead, and there's something strange about it, but as long as we prepare in advance, dealing with him isn't difficult. We just need to send a letter back to Vol'jin, giving him confidence. He'll defend Orgrimmar with unwavering resolve, and he'll never surrender, even if it means his death. Once both sides are exhausted, I only need to send a few letters to the Centaurs and Quilboars, and they can coordinate an attack. We won't even need the Night Elves to lift a finger to wipe out this damned Horde."
Malfurion smiled slightly, a cunning glint in his eyes.
"My dear Tyrande, you are as beautiful as ever, even Queen Azshara cannot match your glory. Your bright eyes are full of wisdom. What are you waiting for? The rise of the Night Elves depends on you."
Tyrande felt dizzy and her head was throbbing with the urge to power.
She smiled at Malfurion and said, "You're such a lovely girl, Malfurion. Well, you can go back to sleep now and live happily ever after with your Little Nana."
Like a happy little bird, Tyrande hummed a lullaby as she cheerfully stepped out of the Den.
A gust of wind outside jolted Tyrande's mind clearing. She looked up at the clear moonlight in the sky, and suddenly remembered something, clenching her teeth in hatred.
"Malfurion with antlers, you damned bastard, how dare you scheme against me!"
Malfurion paints a rosy picture of Tyrande's future, but everything he envisions is hypothetical, though his guesses are plausible and likely close to the truth.
But what if this isn't what the goddess originally intended? Or what if the goddess suddenly changes her mind?
Do not try to guess the thoughts or intentions of a deity.
As a high Priestess of Elune, Tyrande was well aware of this commandment.
Yes, this was a high-stakes gamble, an adventure walking on the edge of a cliff.
If successful, Tyrande, Malfurion, Night Elf race will all reap huge rewards.
If she fails, the headstrong Tyrande will lose the goddess's favor and fall into an abyss of no return.
Malfurion and the Night Elf race will also be affected, but not fatally.
The couple's relationship was also fraught with calculation.
At this moment, Tyrande had to make a choice. She closed her eyes and recalled the path she had walked over the past ten thousand years.
Unlike ten thousand years ago, back then she was just an insignificant figure, an ordinary Priestess, so she dared to gamble everything.
But now, as the leader of the Night Elves, her power is nearing its peak, and she dares not take the risk.
After much deliberation, Tyrande finally made up her mind.
The Night Elves decided to wait and see.
"This is a golden opportunity; we must support Orgrimmar."
Robbie said this to Vanessa, who was also present, along with Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, and King Greymane, who had come to negotiate on behalf of Tyrande.
Robbie's view was similar to Malfurion's; in Robbie's opinion, this was the best opportunity to wipe out the Horde.
Without external reinforcements, Orgrimmar would likely surrender due to low morale, facing the ferocious and devilish Tauren Legion.
Cairne Bloodhoof has acquired a fully-fledged Orcs and Troll Legion; heaven knows what crazy things this mad bull might do.
In Orgrimmar, Vol'jin, anxiously awaiting Tyrande's reply, unexpectedly received a letter from Stormwind City.
"Regent Anduin Wrynn, Prince of Stormwind City."
Vol'jin opened the envelope with a suspicious look and took out the letter.
"Vol'jin, please don't forget, you are a Troll. Trolls have a glorious history and were once the most powerful race in Azeroth. The cruel Orcs, they are merely invaders."
Vol'jin burned the secret letter and fell into deep thought.
"The Alliance needs time to assemble its army. Of course, they'll only intervene when Cairne Bloodhoof and I are both severely injured. Compared to the brutal Cairne Bloodhoof, I must choose to trust the Alliance. The letter is right; the Orcs are outsiders. Let those savage beasts go to their deaths."
Vol'jin knew he could survive.