"We are the indomitable Night Elf race, fearless and undaunted by power. No one can sway our free will. By the great Elune, the Night Elves will unite with the noble Orcs to fight for the salvation of Azeroth."
The Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, concluded her prayer. The Night Elf race, who had never feared power, finally submitted to the mysterious power of the Emissary.
The Night Elf race began preparations for war, with countless armies entering Mount Hyjal. Fortifications were being built, and Mount Hyjal would become a formidable bulwark before the Burning Legion arrived.
In Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard, in his sleep, saw a patch of white moonlight.
"Stand up!"
A majestic voice rang in Magni's ears. In his dream, he saw thousands of rays of light descending from the sky. Before him stood a towering mountain peak, upon which grew a colossal tree that reached into the clouds, its enormous canopy obscuring the sun.
Nordrassil, the World Tree, is home to countless Night Elf live on this giant tree and guard their home.
A bright moon hung atop the World Tree, and the resounding voice of Elune, reached Bronzebeard's ears.
"Magni, you are the Guardian of the World Tree. Archimonde's Burning Legion is heading towards Mount Hyjal; his goal is the World Tree, and he yearns for its power."
Magni Bronzebeard prostrated himself on the ground in fervor. "Great Elune, I am willing to protect the World Tree, even at the cost of my own life, even if it means the Humans shed their last drop of blood."
"No, Bronzebeard, the Burning Legion is merely the surface enemy. The seeds of reincarnation have already been sown. The World Tree, though the home of the Night Elves, has lost its original purpose. Bronzebeard, you must remember: if the Night Elf race hold Mount Hyjal and defeat the Burning Legion, it will be tantamount to destroying Azeroth."
Magni Bronzebeard puzzled. Although he was dreaming, his consciousness was incredibly clear, and he knew what he was doing. He hurriedly asked, "Revered Moon Goddess, please enlighten me."
"Within the Night Elf race, there are some restless members."
Elune, sounded very disappointed:
"I warned them long ago not to touch dangerous magic. Magic may bring them immediate convenience, but in the end it will bring destruction. Defeating the Burning Legion will make the Night Elf race obsessed with magic, and from then on, there will be no stopping them. The tragedy of the Sundering ten thousand years ago will be repeated, End Time come to Azeroth."
To be honest, Magni Bronzebeard couldn't understand Elune's explanation, but he had his own thoughts.
The Night Elf race are incredibly powerful, the most perfect beings on Azeroth. Their magical talent is the envy of all races. If the Night Elf race were to study magic, the Humans might very well become slaves.
For the sake of his own race, Magni would not allow the Night Elf race to win; it would be better for them to be destroyed along with the Burning Legion.
"Great Elune, Magni is willing to heed your guidance."
"I sent Emissary, but he has his own ideas." Elune, seemed somewhat helpless. "For ten thousand years, I have selected many Emissary, but none of them have satisfied me. You must make the Emissary understand that the Orcs are noble, benevolent, and kind, and that without the Orcs' help, Azeroth will surely be destroyed."
Magni pondered silently, realizing that a carefully planned deception and lie were needed.
Magni hates Orcs. The Orcs invasion brought disaster to the Humans, with countless members Orcs and eaten. The Humans managed to hold Ironforge with great difficulty, thanks to Magni's secret use of Titans Relics.
Fortunately, the Orcs' true strength has been revealed. The Troggs of Rag City have shown everyone how to defeat the Orcs, and Magni has secretly trained a Dwarf musketeer squad. As long as he is alive, the Orcs will not pose a threat to the Dwarves.
"Magni, you must remember, Mount Hyjal is a golden opportunity."
The Moon Goddess's voice was full of confidence:
"I need you to use your wisdom and the Titans Relics to wipe out the Burning Legion, the Scourge, and the Night Elf race Elves at Mount Hyjal, restoring a clean and bright world to Azeroth."
This was a difficult problem, requiring meticulous planning, timely response, and a great deal of good luck. Magni, filled with fear and trepidation, replied, "I will obey the Moon Goddess's will."
Orgrimmar.
The messenger of the Emissary was warmly welcomed. Thrall, dressed in a tattered, patched grey robe and simple straw sandals, greeted the Emissary along with Vol'jin, Chen Stormstout, Rokhan, and others.
The Emissary, who arrived riding Hippogryph, wore a thick silver robe with a gold belt around his waist. His head and face were covered by a cloak, and a bright full moon hung above his head, symbolizing Emissary identity.
Seeing the Emissary dismount from the Hippogryph, Thrall rushed to greet him, but was caught off guard and tripped and fell flat on his face.
A bright halo surrounded the Emissary, preventing anyone from getting close; anyone who approached was repelled far away.
A fierce expression flashed across Thrall's face, which he quickly forced into a smile.
"Your Excellency, welcome to Orgrimmar." Thrall Emissary the way with utmost respect, walking along the wide, clean streets where polite Orcs could be seen everywhere.
You can also see Tauren, Centaurs, Pandaren, Quilboar, and other races living together harmoniously, showing mutual respect, unity, and friendliness, filling the journey with laughter and joy.
The Emissary not be seen to have an expression; he simply followed Thrall forward in silence.
Thrall secretly turned to the side, took out the manuscript from his pocket, glanced at it, and said modestly:
"Before we Orcs entered Kalimdor, this place was in chaos. Centaurs, Quilboars, Tauren fought endlessly, with countless dead and wounded. It pained me to see it. Since the founding of Orgrimmar, I personally visited these three races, and finally managed to unite them, put aside their prejudices and conflicts, and work together to build Kalimdor."
The Emissary remained silent, but continued forward with vigorous strides.
Thrall looked puzzled, unsure if his statement had any effect. He quickly took a few steps forward and said, "We Orcs value public welfare projects. We help all races build water conservancy projects, create oases, and expand green areas. In just a few years, Durotar and the Barrens will become a green oasis."
The Emissary suddenly stopped, staring at Thrall's ferocious face, and said abruptly, "Your breath tastes of Tauren and Pandaren. Last night you ate grilled Tauren, and for lunch you had Pandaren hotpot."
Thrall was taken aback. How did this Emissary know everything? It seemed he wasn't as foolish as Chen Stormstout.
The Emissary said unhurriedly:
"Since the Orcs entered Kalimdor, the Tauren population has been reduced by half, the Quilboar Centaur a third, three-fifths of the quilboar have been slaughtered, the Troggs have been nearly wiped out, Pandaren have suffered losses exceeding 300,000."
Thrall frowned deeply, thinking to himself that this Emissary up to no good.
"And the environmental damage is even more shocking," the Emissary a heavy heart.
"The Orcs have been indiscriminately logging, clearing out the dense forests along the Durotar coastline. The few remaining oases have vanished completely, two-thirds of the oases in the Barrens have disappeared, dozens of major rivers have dried up, and even Ashenvale has been affected."