"Do not press this."
Despite the prominent warning in large letters, Rakeesh, the new leader of the Draenei, saw it as a provocation, deliberately encouraging him to press it.
Just as Malfurion and Tyrande had predicted, he walked right into the trap.
Seeing this from inside the crystal ball, Tyrande's acting was superb; she immediately showed a look of terror, pounded the crystal ball violently, and shouted:
"No, no, Rakeesh, how could he be here? What has he done? Stop him!"
However, it was too late. After the red button was pressed, a piercing alarm sounded, and a Steadfast voice echoed in everyone's ears:
"Inhabitants of Teldrassil, to protect Azeroth and defeat the Evil enemy, we swear to live and die with the World Tree. The countdown to Teldrassil's destruction begins."
The countdown is down to one hour. One hour is enough time to retreat. Malfurion and Tyrande don't want to sacrifice too many of their people.
"It's over!"
Tyrande sat on the ground, as if in despair, and whispered to the guests, "Once Teldrassil's self-destruct mechanism starts, it cannot be stopped. Leave here immediately and evacuate all guests and civilians."
Once the order was given, the entire Teldrassil was thrown into panic. At the critical moment, Malfurion stepped forward and led the Druids and guards to direct traffic and guide guests and civilians to evacuate Teldrassil in Order.
Tyrande, her eyes bloodshot and seemingly insane, personally directed the Moon Goddess Priest to capture the murderer, Rakeesh.
When the countdown started, Rakeesh was stunned and immediately realized he had fallen into a trap.
To become the murderer who burned Teldrassil, the last remaining World Tree, is no small matter.
After realizing he had fallen into a trap, Rakeesh was initially relieved that no one had noticed, but he immediately discovered the crystal ball hidden above his head and recognized it as a magical surveillance device. What was even more terrifying was that the crystal ball was activated.
In other words, everyone was watching what he did.
Rakeesh's heart sank, thinking to himself: Malfurion, Tyrande, you two are really good at scheming.
The problem is that Rakeesh can't defend himself. It was undoubtedly a conspiracy by Malfurion and Tyrande, but they had no reason to burn down their own homeland. Rakeesh is truly speechless.
But then I thought again, isn't this exactly the result I wanted?
Rakeesh's lips curled up slightly, and he made up his mind to stop hiding it, his whole body burning with the flames of Fel.
The underground passages were extremely complex, like a maze. Rakeesh quickly subdued a guard who had come to search for him, forcing the guard to help him find the correct passage.
When Rakeesh returned to the ground, the Moon Goddess Priests had already surrounded him.
Rakeesh, bathed in Fel energy, looked down at the group of Night Elves without fear.
"My God, this is the power of Fel! He's Demons from the Burning Legion!" Many guests exclaimed in surprise. At first, some people had some doubts about Tyrande, after all, the coincidence was too great.
After discovering that Rakeesh was Demons, all doubts about Tyrande and Malfurion vanished.
"Hahaha, a bunch of lowly reptiles! So what if I burned your World Tree?" Rakeesh not only didn't argue, but also took the blame, laughing loudly:
"The world has changed, and we Draenei are destined to become the rulers of Azeroth."
"Demons, prepare to die!"
Tyrande gritted her teeth, carrying the Moon Goddess on her back and wielding a pair of sharp Moonblades, and was the first to charge towards Rakeesh.
Rakeesh was tall and imposing, his fists wreathed in burning Fel as he delivered a straight punch.
Tyrande's pair of Moonblades struck the fist, sparks flew, but the fist remained unharmed. Tyrande felt a tremendous force coming from the fist and knew she was in trouble. She quickly leaped backward, trying to dissipate the force.
Fortunately, Tyrande's ten thousand years of combat experience was extremely rich, and her reaction was quick enough. After retreating far away, she dissipated most of her strength and was not seriously injured. However, she felt a tremor in her chest and abdomen and almost fell to the ground.
In a single exchange, the Savior Tyrande was defeated. Only then did Tyrande realize that Rakeesh indeed had reason to be arrogant; his strength was simply too great.
Numerous Moon Goddess guards surrounded Rakeesh. The Night Elves had their own methods for dealing with such a huge and powerful creature: they would never engage it in close combat, but instead use ranged grappling.
The Night Elves' precise arrows overwhelmed Rakeesh, and he was quickly struck by several arrows. Although they were all superficial wounds, he knew clearly that if he delayed any longer, he would not be able to escape once the Ancient of War appeared.
"You insignificant reptiles, prepare to face the wrath of the Draenei! War has returned."
Rakeesh was, after all, a high-ranking officer of the Burning Legion. Not only was he powerful, but he was also Mastery various forms of magic. He leaped high into the air, curled up into a ball, and was enveloped in Fel energy. He fled towards Exodar like a meteor.
Under Malfurion's command, the Night Elves and all the guests of Teldrassil successfully evacuated to Darkshore. The one-hour countdown ended, and with a dull thud, Flames erupted from the interior of Teldrassil.
Teldrassil, the last World Tree, burst into flames, destroying the Night Elves ' home of ten thousand years. A vast horde of Night Elves knelt on the ground, weeping for their lost home.
Malfurion and Tyrande gazed at their burning homeland with tears in their eyes, but their hearts were filled with joy, for they had finally fulfilled the Moon Goddess's request.
The guests stepped forward to comfort the two Saviors, expressing deep sympathy for the tragedy of the Night Elves. The envoys from all races swore oaths to seek justice from the Draenei and make the murderers pay.
"Two Saviors, today's hatred is a shared hatred of Azeroth," a Dwarf emissary solemnly declared. "I will return to Ironforge immediately; we Dwarves will certainly send troops to Exodar."
"Yes, we Humans will never let the murderer get away with this."
"Our Gnome race will send its elite air force."
Stormwind City is willing to fight the Draenei for our Savior.
"The Pandaren hate evil and will absolutely not stand idly by."
The Kobolds are willing to provide candles to fund their army.
Rakeesh returned to Exodar and first tore off the arrows from his body.
"What a bunch of idiots, things are progressing even more smoothly than we thought."
Rakeesh looked at the Draenei came to greet him, all of them with fawning and obsequious expressions. Rakeesh smiled smugly; everything was under his control.
He was a high-ranking officer in the Legion, and his mission to enter Exodar was on Kil'jaeden's orders to entice the Draenei to join the Burning Legion.
Initially, Rakeesh thought this was an impossible task, after all, the Draenei had worshipped the Holy Light for tens of thousands of years.
But when he entered Exodar, he found that the Draenei had long been accustomed to the rule of the Prophet Velen. After Velen disappeared, the Draenei fell into confusion and even forgot how to eat, dress, and sleep.
Rakeesh revealed his identity, proving himself to be the son of Velen, and immediately gained the support of most of the Draenei. After becoming leader, he purged the minority who opposed him under various pretexts, and he was surprised to find that he had absolute authority.
He believed that joining the Burning Legion only required an opportunity, an excuse, and no one would dare to object.