As the premier race of Azeroth, the Night Elves number in the millions.
Even in the small Ashenvale, nearly 100,000 Night Elves live.
Ashenvale is covered in forests, and the dense woods are the domain of the Night Elves. Adult Night Elves are all experienced archers, and in a one-on-one situation, Orcs have no advantage.
Moreover, the Night Elves have the help of Dryads and Ancient of War, as well as the fierce and warlike Moonkin, who are also natural allies of the Night Elves.
Judging from the comparison of the two sides' strength, Grom Hellscream, leading less than 10,000 Warsong Clan, could not possibly conquer Ashenvale. Even with the help of Pit Lord Mannoroth, he still had no hope of victory.
Unfortunately, victory in war often does not depend on the balance of power between the two sides.
Robbie carefully analyzed the situation of both sides and finally concluded with a sense of helplessness that without the help of external forces, the Night Elves of Ashenvale would surely lose and be slaughtered by the Warsong Clan.
The Orcs plotted to destroy Ashenvale, but the Night Elves of Ashenvale were completely unprepared.
Nearly 100,000 Night Elves are scattered across hundreds of villages of varying sizes. If they cannot unite, it will be difficult for them to form an effective resistance force, and they will be defeated one by one by the Orcs.
Robbie entered Ashenvale disguised as Night Elf. Now, the Orcs are rampaging through the Barrens, the Centaur tribes have been defeated and forced to retreat towards Desolace, and the Quilboars have been driven into Razorfen. The Orcs have essentially taken control of the Barrens.
At this moment, Ashenvale remained peaceful Anjing, Night Elves made no preparations for war.
Robbie saw friendly trees that kindly pointed out directions to passersby, and also saw Elf Dryad with the upper bodies of Elf girls, walking around in the forest with flowing hair and sparkling eyes.
The Night Elves were completely unaware of the impending war.
All of this was thanks to Cenarius, whose deliberate propaganda Night Elves to believe that the Orcs were benevolent and kind, and that they had come to liberate Kalimdor.
Coincidentally, in the eyes of the Night Elves, the savage Centaurs and the filthy Quilboars were undoubtedly Evil creatures.
Astranaar is the largest village of the Night Elves in Ashenvale and the area where the Silverwing Sentinels are most active.
The Elf architecture was magnificent, and the spotless streets were lined with stalls displaying exquisite handicrafts and various fruits, but there were no vendors to be seen.
Night Elves use gold coins to communicate with the outside world, but their internal trade remains at a primitive stage of bartering. Even if the stalls are unattended, they still follow the rules of trade.
Mischievous children climb the Ancient of War, owls perch on branches with their eyes closed lazily, Dryad steal fruit from a stall, and several Moonkin, haphazardly draped in colorful clothes, lean against a corner and doze off.
Malfurion and Tyrande's rule was undoubtedly a failure. Night Elf society tended to be more laissez-faire. Compared to the Highborne who were obsessed with pursuing powerful magic ten thousand years ago, the Night Elves of Ashenvale were as simple as blank slates.
Robbie shook his head. The Night Elves, in their current state, could coexist peacefully with Centaurs and Tauren, but against the cruel Orcs, if they didn't make timely changes, they would only face extermination like the Draenei.
At the Sentinels Headquarters in Astranaar, Robbie went straight to the office of Sentinels Captain Alaina Radiant.
Alaina Shining Star was a woman with large eyes, dressed in exquisite armor that accentuated her beautiful figure. Looking at Robbie's unfamiliar face, she said in a very friendly manner:
"Outsider, how can I help you?"
Robbie pointed to the forest outside the window and asked, "Captain Alaina, what do you see?"
Following Robbie's direction, Alaina said, bewildered, "I see a forest, and a cute little squirrel."
Robbie shook his head. "Ignorant fools, all I see are raging Flames, vast forests reduced to ashes, countless tribesmen slaughtered, and green-skinned beasts cruelly turning them into Tough Jerky."
"You mean Orcs?" Alaina smiled and shook her head, answering firmly:
"That's impossible. Cenarius told us that the Orcs are benevolent, that they have broken free from the Burning Legion's control, that they are a friendly race, and that the Orcs peace envoy has entered Darnassus. We are about to usher in peace."
Robbie was well aware of Cenarius's prestige among the Night Elves. The only one capable of Pain Suppression this old stag was likely Elune. If necessary, some underhanded tactics would have to be employed.
"Mortals are always short-sighted; they cannot see through the Orcs' disguise. Only the radiance of the Moon Goddess can see through everything. I come in the name of the Moon Goddess to bring salvation to the Night Elves."
A bright crescent moon appeared on Robbie's fingertip, slowly rising to the top of his head and illuminating the entire room.
Alaina was taken aback. Mistaking it for powerful lunar energy, she asked, "Are you the Emissary of the Moon Goddess?"
Robbie nodded and replied, "The Night Elves are facing disaster. Cenarius has been blinded by dark magic, and the Moon Goddess, unable to bear seeing the Night Elves slaughtered by the Orcs, specially sent me to save Ashenvale."
Given the naivety of the Night Elves, they couldn't believe someone would dare impersonate Emissary. Alaina Radiant Star quickly bowed respectfully. "Sentinels Captain Alaina Radiant Star greets the esteemed Emissary."
Robbie helped Alaina up and whispered the instructions:
"The Moon Goddess's light is with us; the Night Elves of Ashenvale must always be ready to fight to protect their home."
From this moment on, the Night Elves of Ashenvale, like the Warsong Clan, were prepared for war, and both sides stood on equal footing.
Eitrigg was serving as the Orcs' negotiator, and he was initially filled with trepidation. After all, Thrall had slaughtered the Night Elf Sentinels and torn apart Fandral Staghelm's son, so this trip was likely to end badly.
Unexpectedly, upon entering Darnassus, they received a warm welcome. The towering Cenarius personally came out to greet them, displaying an incredibly friendly smile.
"Haha, you must be Thrall's advisor, Master Eitrigg. I am Cenarius. It's great to meet you. The great Savior Thrall is my idol. On behalf of the Night Elf race, I welcome you."
What on earth is going on? Eitrigg was somewhat bewildered. Could there be some kind of conspiracy?
Eitrigg carefully examined Cenarius's face, he vaguely saw the shadow of Tirion Fordring.
"I see, another Tirion Fordring. Perfect, we can use him."
Eitrigg made up his mind and forced an awkward smile:
"We Orcs are peace-loving. Our Savior Thrall dreams of joining forces with the Night Elves to save Azeroth. This world is filled with Evil, the Burning Legion is eyeing us covetously, and the Scourge is plotting to destroy the world. Only by uniting can we save Azeroth."
Cenarius and addressed the Night Elves behind him. "Did you hear that? The great Orcs are so noble; do not listen to the nonsense of treacherous villains. Eitrigg, let us fight together for Azeroth!"
While Eitrigg was negotiating with Cenarius, Grom Hellscream led the Warsong Clan in a daytime attack on Ashenvale.