Once the spell ban is lifted, the Night Elf's enchanted bows will have an advantage in range.
Despite their rejection of magic, the Night Elves are quite honest about its use.
Tyrande's expression remained calm, but her bright eyes were already filled with amusement.
"Emissary Excellency, the Night Elf race are willing to serve the Moon Goddess, even at the cost of the lives of their entire race."
Although Tyrande agreed, things weren't that simple.
Tyrande quickly convened a military meeting; she needed to gain the opinions of her generals.
Although Tyrande and Malfurion are nominally the supreme rulers of the Night Elves, ten thousand years of internal strife and constant resistance have led to a continuous decline in their influence, forcing them to compromise and relinquish some of their power.
Strictly speaking, the current political system of the Night Elves is an electoral council. Whenever a major event occurs, Tyrande must convene important members of her race to discuss it.
Ten thousand years is enough to erase everything. Within the Night Elves, there are quite a few who doubt Elune. Many Night Elves do not respect Elune's authority and only superficially submit to Tyrande's rule.
For example, the Night Elf race obeyed the Moon Goddess's will and rejected magic, but many of them secretly studied magic, forming an exceptionally large force.
Tyrande's repeated Pain Suppression were ineffective, so he could only turn a blind eye.
For ten thousand years, the Night Elves ' apparent strength consisted only of the Sentinels and the Druids led by Malfurion, with perhaps a small number of Ancient of War, making them seem like they could be bullied at will.
However, all enemies who underestimated this race paid the price. The majority of the Night Elf race's strength remained hidden in the shadows, beyond even Tyrande's control. They possessed more than one mage force and occasionally unleashed a terrifying monster from the Vault of the Wardens.
Tyrande sat in the main seat, looking at the generals attending the meeting.
Among them are many highly respected elders who, like Tyrande, experienced the ancient era, as well as many newly emerging young generals, full of vigor and passion, though inevitably somewhat naive.
While Tyrande and Malfurion indulged in a thousand years of pleasure, a group of old men seized the opportunity to rise up and share the Pride of the Night Elves. Tyrande looked at the faces that filled her with hatred: Shandris Feathermoon, who seemed indifferent, Maiev Shadowsong, and others.
Unfortunately, Malfurion's position was vacant. The situation was urgent, and the Archdruid had not yet awakened from his slumber, leaving Tyrande feeling alone. Fortunately, she had Malfurion's loyal disciples: the tall, fiery-tempered Fandral Staghelm, Fandral Staghelm, and his most beloved son Valstann Fandral Staghelm, who were Tyrande's loyal allies.
"The Elune has sent Emissary with a divine decree, ordering us to conquer the Evil Troggs."
Tyrande briefly described Elune's oracle: the Chief Priestess of the Moon Goddess, Elune's most reliable ally, whom she never allowed Emissary reveal herself, said, "We Night Elf race must summon our courage and fervor to fight for Elune."
Shandis Feathermoon yawned boredly and muttered, "I've never cared about the Troggs; I only care about how to deal with the Orcs, those savage and filthy beasts who are eyeing our homeland."
Maiev Shadowsong quickly followed suit, her voice slightly hoarse:
"The Watchers are willing to fight for Elune, but Watchers cannot fight alongside the Orcs. This is an opportunity; let's eliminate both the Orcs and the Troggs at once, removing two troublesome groups in one fell swoop."
Tyrande's expression shifted slightly; it was clear that the two had received advance notice, after all, the arrival of Doras, Garrosh, and Vol'jin could not escape the Night Elves.
At this moment, Tyrande was hesitant to express his opinion, so he looked at Fandral Staghelm Fandral Staghelm, hoping to gain their support.
Fandral Staghelm Fandral Staghelm had somewhat complicated expressions. He could clearly assess the situation before him, but he was in a state of inner turmoil. On the other hand, Valstann Fandral Staghelm was a simple-minded, hot-blooded boy who was blindly confident.
Valstann Fandral Staghelm, who idolized Thrall the Savior and considered Shandris Feathermoon and Maiev Shadowsong to be incomprehensible and stubborn individuals, stood up and loudly proclaimed:
"The great Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth, and the noble Orcs came to save Azeroth. I do not understand, what reason do you have to prove that the Orcs are Evil?"
Shandris Feathermoon didn't bother arguing with children, but instead glared fiercely at Fandral and Staghelm: "High Druid Fandral, Staghelm, keep your child in check."
Fandral Staghelm, Fandral Staghelm, glanced affectionately at his son. "Valstann, go back to your seat."
Valstann Fandral Staghelm was indignant. He couldn't understand what was wrong with this world. Everyone said that Orcs were so kind, great, and noble, and that Thrall, the Savior, was so admirable.
Tyrande felt a sense of powerlessness and could only suggest, "General Feathermoon, I hope the Sentinels can participate in the Battle of Rag City. I will have the Druid troops cooperate with them."
Sandys Feathermoon hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head. "Okay, but the secret forces won't participate."
The so-called secret force refers to the Sentinels's Secret Mage Corps, whose full name is the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon Mage Corps. Although it has the name of the Moon Goddess, it actually has nothing to do with Elune.
Initially, Shandris Feathermoon commanded the Sentinels and was fiercely loyal to Tyrande, but she was well aware that the Sentinels was limited in strength and unable to cope with various crises, so she secretly developed a mage force.
Tyrande responded, but it was too late; she only managed to regain command of the Sentinels.
This mysterious mage force has always been firmly under Shandris Feathermoon's control, and has repeatedly performed miraculous feats in times of crisis for the Night Elf Night Elf race, saving them from danger. Tyrande has not been able to touch it.
Especially the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago, the battle for supremacy against the Zerg on the continent of Silithus; without the earth-shattering power of the mage legions, the Night Elves would have been wiped out.
As long as Shandris Feathermoon doesn't object, it's already considered a success. Tyrande didn't expect the mage group to fight, especially since Rag City has Anti-Magic Array. She then looked at Maiev Shadowsong:
Are there any powerful, well-trained creatures in the Vault of the Wardens?
The Watchers were unwilling to fight, but sending prisoners was still an option. Maiev Shadowsong said nonchalantly, "I just trained a mutated feathered serpent who considers himself a blood god. His name is Hakkar, and he can be sent into battle."
Tyrande secretly calculated that the Sentinels plus the Druid troops were enough to form a Legion of ten thousand men. Adding a Demigod to the mix, their overall strength was already quite formidable.
After all, this is a coordinated operation involving multiple forces, Night Elves have no need to send out their own resources.
"Now only one question remains." Tyrande looked around. "Who will command this army?"
Shandris Feathermoon lowered her head and remained silent. Maiev Shadowsong touched her long ears, and the other generals pretended not to hear. Fandral Staghelm Fandral Staghelm sensed the awkward atmosphere and knew they had to step forward. They coughed and said:
"If no one objects, I will command this war."