"This is the Chi of Monk!"
Robbie was not surprised by the appearance of the Moon Goddess Emissary, but Robbie was taken aback by the strength the Emissary displayed. He had not expected that the Moon Goddess God's Emissary would be a highly skilled Monk.
The Emissary's mastery of Chi far surpasses that of Chen Stormstout, truly deserving of being a powerful figure whom even the Guardian Medivh dared not underestimate.
A bucket of cold water was poured over him, and Garrosh awoke from his unconsciousness. He had not forgotten what had just happened.
The Emissary stomped on Garrosh's head and demanded, "You filthy little Orcs, are you convinced now?"
Garrosh was brave, intelligent, and resourceful; he was flexible and adaptable, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground.
"I am convinced. I am willing to submit to you."
The Emissary nodded in satisfaction. Having received his permission, Doras dared to send people to heal Garrosh and repair his broken fangs. The Emissary calmly said:
"You have no idea about Tyrande and Malfurion. Ten thousand years ago, when they first came to power, they lived a life of extravagance for a very long time. They had seen and experienced everything. Their thousands of years of luxurious living predates the history of the Orcs. They only grew tired of it and lost its appeal, which is why they returned to their current lifestyle."
Vol'jin was taken aback. He then realized that his little trick was completely useless against Tyrande and Malfurion. What the couple had seen and experienced firsthand was enough to scare him out of his fangs.
"Tyrande would never dare disobey the Moon Goddess's will, but if you want her to wholeheartedly dedicate herself to the war against the Troggs, you must show her Hope of Victory. Don't let Tyrande's Pride and stubbornness fool you; she is very clear-headed. From what I know of Tyrande, the Troggs' fighting prowess has surprised her, and she believes the Night Elf race have no hope of victory."
Having a thorough understanding of military affairs, Vol'jin also believed Vol'jin even if the Night Elf race sent troops, they would not be confident of defeating the Troggs.
The Night Elf race' strength is mainly demonstrated by their Sentinels and Druids. While the Sentinels are unerring with their arrows, especially suited for jungle warfare, their ordinary bows have a much shorter range than the Dwarf muskets.
Under the effect of the Anti-Magic Array, the Druid's spells were rendered useless.
Garrosh, whose head was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, managed to utter a sound with difficulty:
"Leave this to me; I'm sure I can persuade Tyrande."
The Emissary Orcs at the orc, nodded, and said, "Alright, I look forward to your performance."
Garrosh has a way to break the Troggs's Volley Fire Tactics? Robbie shook his head, finding it somewhat amusing. This arrogant Orcs, so full of himself, is bound to suffer.
Don't be fooled by the seemingly simple and brutal Volley Fire Tactics; in fact, only Volley Fire Tactics.
The Volley Fire Tactics became obsolete due to advancements in firearms—increased rate of fire, range, and accuracy—leading to greater weapon power and ultimately rendering the tactic obsolete. Could Garrosh possibly invent even more advanced firearms?
After Garrosh's injuries had healed somewhat, the Emissary, along with three others, met with Tyrande again.
Tyrande dared not be negligent in serving the esteemed Emissary, and treated him with the highest honors, laying out the rare delicacies, fine wines, and dishes unique to the Night Elf race.
Doras was worldly-wise; the dishes appeared simple, but every piece of fruit and every dish was carefully prepared.
"Honorable Emissary," Tyrande said, her expression unnatural and hesitant, "May I ask who these three are?"
The Emissary understood Tyrande's thoughts and said disdainfully, "Two filthy Orcs and a cunning, savage Troll; they are merely my servants. Our Emissary are disguised; they are not the foolish and lowly Humans."
Tyrande secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it was best that the Emissary wasn't Orcs.
The Emissary took his seat at the head of the table and solemnly said, "Tyrande, I have come by the will of the Moon Goddess, commanding you to lead troops to Rag City and conquer the Troggs. Are you willing to accept?"
Tyrande bit her lip, and said insincerely, "I am willing to obey the will of the Moon Goddess."
The Emissary shook his head and said solemnly, "Tyrande, you must understand that the Moon Goddess's will stems from Elune's great wisdom and is absolutely not a matter of forcing anyone. The rise of the Troggs will inevitably threaten the Night Elf race."
Tyrande looked somewhat confused and whispered, "I hope the Emissary enlighten me."
The Emissary smiled faintly and said, "I have served the Moon Goddess for many years, and have been able to hear Elune's great teachings, learning a little wisdom from which I have benefited immensely. Tyrande, you must think that although the Troggs's muskets are powerful, without Anti-Magic Array, they are no match for the enchanted bows and arrows of the Night Elf race."
Tyrande proudly raised her head and said with a charming smile, "Isn't that so?"
The Emissary sneered:
"What you see is only the present situation; you need to look at the long term. Magic and technology are the two major ladders of civilization's progress. Magic progresses slowly, requiring years of comprehension, making it suitable for long-lived races. Technological development, on the other hand, is explosive, suitable for short-lived races. If the various races of Azeroth were to realize the power of firearms, they would surely be able to develop firearms with greater range and power. Within a few hundred years, firearms would change the world; a single bullet fired from Ironforge could even destroy the entire Darnassus. At that time, all long-lived races would become history."
If anyone else had said this, Tyrande would not have believed it, thinking it was just boasting. But coming from the mouth of Emissary, it was tantamount to a divine oracle from the Moon Goddess. Tyrande was terrified, her face turning pale. For Tyrande, several hundred years was but a fleeting moment.
Upon hearing this, Garrosh was deeply shaken. Orcs were also a short-lived species, and they had a very poor affinity for magic, making them inherently unsuitable for cultivating magic. The words of the Emissary planted a seed in his heart.
Seeing Tyrande's uneasy expression, the Emissary raised his voice and said, "Everything the Moon Goddess has done is for the sake of the Night Elf race. Only by nipping the Troggs in the bud can the future of the Night Elf race be preserved."
Tyrande's expression tightened, and she said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your guidance, Moon Goddess. I understand."
The Emissary looked at Garrosh: "Of course, we never fight a battle we can't win. Elune, doesn't want to see the Night Elf race die in vain. Garrosh, what methods do you have to defeat the Troggs? Tell us."
Garrosh was well-prepared, remaining low-key and humble, but unable to hide his smugness:
"The Tauren are our allies. They are strong and skilled in running across the Plainsrunning. We can send a thousand Tauren, clad in heavy armor and wielding shields as tall as a man, to Charge ahead, with the Night Elves following behind. As long as Charge reach the Troggs's ranks, we will win."
The Emissary was completely stunned upon hearing this, regretting not asking first, which resulted in the foolish Orcs making a fool of himself in front of Tyrande. With a sudden wave of his hand, his Chi burst forth, Garrosh flew far away, landing in a daze.
Vol'jin remained silent, thinking to himself that Garrosh's plan was quite good, so why was the Emissary angry?
Tyrande also looked confused, but she also thought this method was worth considering.
"Ignore this foolish Orcs." The Emissary no further explanation, simply stating, "I will teach the Night Elf a Druid spell to temporarily remove the spell-suppressing effect."