Arthas was human!
Fandral Staghelm noticed this keenly. There are many Legendary about Arthas, and many of Legendary describe him as a monstrous monster who is utterly wicked. The Lich King is considered the most "friendly" name for Arthas.
However, everyone overlooked one crucial point: Arthas was, in fact, still human.
He did not die and resurrect, nor is he Demons that absorbs Fel.
He was just a human being, a true human being.
"Arthas, what did he say?" Fandral Staghelm asked nervously.
Having likely suffered a setback with Thrall, Valstann was wary of Arthas, saying cautiously, "Arthas told me they can help the Night Elves escape Mount Hyjal; they have a way, but the Night Elves ' choice must be respected. The Scourge very much wants to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, but the situation doesn't allow it."
Fandral Staghelm nodded helplessly. "If the Scourge participates in Mount Hyjal, the various races of Azeroth will unite with the Burning Legion to fight against the Scourge. Alas, it's become difficult to distinguish between good and evil in this world."
"For the people of the Night Elf race, this is a difficult choice." Valstann was very worried. "Faced with the Burning Legion's attack, Mount Hyjal is united in its hatred of the enemy. I wonder if any of our people are willing to be disgraceful deserters."
"If I don't desert, then all I'll do is die a meaningless death, becoming fuel in the Legion Forge." Fandral Staghelm understood his situation and knew what he had to do.
Cenarius, Malfurion, Hamuul Runetotem, having hired a large group of adventurers, attacked the Firelands. The Firelord's Fire Elementals domain was extremely hot, making it impossible for mortals to survive.
After losing a large number of adventurers, and without even finding the entrance to the Firelands, Cenarius was filled with fear as he faced the endless Lava and terrifying heat. He suggested a retreat, which Malfurion readily agreed to.
The conquest of the Firelands was like a casual stroll through the streets, a farcical farce. Cenarius declared a great victory, boasting that he had driven the Firelord back to his sealed land.
Although Cenarius did not meet the Firelord, he successfully angered Ragnaros. Upon returning to Mount Hyjal, Cenarius sensed the intense Flame power in the air, proving that the Firelord was no longer guarding Mount Hyjal.
The Firelord also had his dignity. How could he not be angry at the way the Night Elves treated him? Thus ended the cooperation between the two sides that had lasted for thousands of years.
After overcoming all difficulties, the Emissary finally facilitated the alliance between the Night Elves and Orcs, completing the task entrusted to him by the Elune. Thrall entered Darnassus and formally allied with Tyrande.
When the news spread, the Night Elves of Darnassus and Mount Hyjal cheered and celebrated as if it were New Year's Day. Many Night Elves shed tears of joy.
"With the great Savior Thrall joining forces with our Night Elves, the Burning Legion is doomed to defeat."
"The Orcs came to save Azeroth; they are the nemesis of the Burning Legion."
"It is said that Thrall Savior, defeated Archimonde with a single move, which terrified Kil'jaeden, who fled back to Argus Planet. The Burning Legion, upon learning that the Orcs had participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, voluntarily withdrew five hundred miles."
"By the great Savior Thrall, the Night Elves are saved, Mount Hyjal is safe."
Faced with this jubilant scene, the elves, Elf in singing and dancing, celebrated their alliance with the Orcs. Tyrande and Malfurion both smiled with relief; their efforts over many days had finally paid off.
Although some bad things happened—hundreds of low-ranking officers being sent to the Vault of the Wardens were rescued en route, and the exiled Night Elves all disappeared overnight.
But this could not mask the joyful atmosphere of the Night Elf race; Mount Hyjal was brightly decorated, and everywhere was a sea of merriment.
"For ten thousand years, the Night Elf race have never been so united," Tyrande exclaimed, feeling as if she had reached the pinnacle of her life.
Against this backdrop of universal celebration, the father and son, Fandral Staghelm, operated discreetly in secret.
Unexpectedly, amidst the festive atmosphere of the Night Elves, many of them held a pessimistic view of cooperating with the Orcs. Fandral Staghelm's timely appearance was welcomed by these people.
"Fandral Staghelm, the Orcs are a pack of ferocious beasts. They have allied with the Burning Legion in their attempt to conquer Mount Hyjal. Tyrande has been deceived and has made the wrong choice. Our Night Elf race are in danger."
"I don't know what Tyrande is thinking. We are strong enough to defeat the Burning Legion. There's no need to cooperate with the Orcs. Why is she doing this? I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."
Countless Veterans grasped Fandral Staghelm's hand, pouring out their hearts, unable to contain their emotions. Valstann asked, bewildered, "Father, if there are so many dissenting voices, why is Thrall being lauded everywhere outside?"
Fandral Staghelm felt a lump in his throat and said helplessly, "Their voices cannot be heard; they are forbidden. They can only utter praises to the Moon Goddess."
Amidst the idyllic scene of cooperation between the Night Elves and Orcs, Fandral Staghelm's resistance organization rapidly grew and spread like Plague.
Knowing they were powerless against the Moon Goddess and unwilling to cause a civil war among the Night Elf race, the more lucid members of their race quietly fled Mount Hyjal, with Fandral Staghelm providing them with assistance.
Although the Night Elf race do not have a population census, the continuous disappearances of their members have attracted widespread attention. Lower-ranking officers reported the matter to their superiors, but unfortunately, they never received a response.
In Darnassus, Tyrande and Thrall held detailed negotiations. To demonstrate the Night Elf race's sincerity, the Orcs occupied several key passes in Mount Hyjal, including the Heart Spring.
The Heart Spring, located near the World Tree Nordrassil, is a magical spring and the source of power for all the Ancient of War on Mount Hyjal.
Malfurion explained that the Heart Spring was blessed by the Moon Goddess and possessed the power of nature and life, but a more plausible explanation is that the spring contains the power of the Well of Eternity.
In Darnassus, the Ancient of War relies on the power of the Moonwell, making it significantly weaker than the Ancient of War on Mount Hyjal.
Upon learning that the Heart Spring had been entrusted to the Orcs for defense, Shandris Feathermoon and Maiev were terrified. The two went to Tyrande to protest, only to be told that Tyrande was entertaining distinguished guests.
The two waited until nightfall, only to see Tyrande and Thrall walk out of the Temple of the Moon with smiles on their faces.
You can rest assured that I'll handle things well.
Thrall patted his chest and assured him, "With Orcs guarding the Heart Spring, it's absolutely safe."
Tyrande smiled with satisfaction, "The Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, of course I trust you."
Sandy's vision went black for both Feathermoon and Maiev; they realized it was too late to turn back.
The eve of a storm is always calm, filled with the joyful songs and laughter of the tribe, as well as secret calculations.
After the Orcs occupied Heart Spring, the Ancient of War on Mount Hyjal gradually weakened. The officers reported this situation to Tyrande, but as before, their reports went unanswered.
A shadow fell over Mount Hyjal, and more and more Night Elf race sensed something was wrong.
Soon it arrived at the day of the Moon Goddess's Priest.