The moment the Emissary fell from the platform, Robbie seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
The Emissary's strength was quite remarkable, even unfathomable, but he was old after all. Having slept in the dark tomb for many years, his reactions were far less sharp than when he was alive.
Despite sensing an attack, the Emissary failed to dodge. In the instant before losing consciousness, he remembered the Emissary who had impersonated him.
When the Emissary awoke, he found that the Orcs's disguise was gone. He was lying in boiling water, surrounded by the corpses of Night Elf race. His body was limp and powerless, having lost all its magic.
Thrall's roar echoed in my ears:
"Saurfang, you fool! Who gave you permission to process Night Elf corpses here? You're not some stupid logistics officer. Why didn't you take advantage of the chaos and attack the World Tree Nordrassil before the Night Elf race suspected us?"
Saurfang, a hot-tempered Orcs, retorted loudly, "Damn Thrall! If you hadn't given your speech against the Night Elves from that platform, prematurely exposing your conspiracy, the World Tree would already be ablaze!"
Thrall knew he had been bewitched by magic, which was why he had spoken his mind, but he refused to admit the truth, lest he be seen as incompetent and mocked by Saurfang. He loudly defended himself:
"Saurfang, you fool! That was to intimidate the Night Elf race, to make them lose their will to resist out of fear. Look at the fountain full of corpses; you should understand how wise my decision was."
"What's that? Strange, why is there a human corpse in the spring!" Saurfang exclaimed, having discovered an unusual corpse in the spring.
"The Legion has launched an attack before the human army of Theramore has even arrived. How could there be humans on Mount Hyjal?" Thrall realized something was wrong and sent an Orcs soldier to lure the Emissary up.
The Emissary move or resist; the magical boiling water had already cooked his body to a pulp.
"It's been so long since I've eaten human flesh since leaving Lordaeron." Thrall tore off the Emissary's arm, took a big bite, and immediately spat it out. "It's awful. This flesh is harder to chew than old tree bark. Strange, it doesn't taste like human flesh."
Saurfang also tried a bite, immediately spitting it out, and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be the rotting flesh of the Undead? I understand now, this is a spy planted in Mount Hyjal by the Scourge."
Orcs never waste anything; Thrall bestowed the corpse of the Emissary upon his lowly soldiers.
Dozens of ravenous Orcs surrounded the Emissary in an instant, leaving not even bones behind.
The Emissary secretly regretted losing this body, knowing it would take some time to activate the next one.
The cunning rabbit has three kilns. The Emissary have many bodies scattered throughout Azeroth, all hidden in dark ancient tombs. The owners of these tombs are all of great status. The tomb of King Thoradin of Stromgarde Black Tides Era is just one of them.
The loss of this physical body is not a big deal, but after resurrection, there will be a considerable period of weakness, and he will probably miss the Battle of Mount Hyjal and suffer punishment from Elune.
The Emissary thought of someone who could step in and take charge of the situation on his behalf.
Guardian Medivh.
"Damn Thrall, he let the Orcs eat me! It's time for Medivh to teach him a lesson."
The Emissary's consciousness was plunged into darkness.
The Tyrande couple finally arrived at the foot of Nordrassil, the World Tree, before dawn.
Nordrassil, the World Tree, is located deep within Mount Hyjal, surrounded by towering mountains. The Night Elves have used this strategic location to build dozens of fortified fortresses.
Ten thousand years ago, Aman'Thul separated a wisp of his divine soul to impersonate Illidan and used the Titans' vast knowledge to create three vials of a magical black liquid, which the Night Elves believed to be the water from the Well of Eternity.
The three bottles of liquid were poured into the lake on Mount Hyjal in order to dilute the magic within them.
However, the Titans's knowledge was vast, and the three bottles of water he created were terrifying, constantly drawing magic from the Void, and the lake was about to become a second Well of Eternity.
To prevent the Night Elf race from coming into contact with magic again and thus creating a second Queen Azshara who could threaten her divine status, the Elune cast an oak seed into a lake to draw magic from the water.
The seed took root and sprouted, growing into a towering tree, the World Tree Nordrassil.
Because it absorbed terrifying magic, it was more lush than the other two World Trees, and was naturally protected by powerful magic.
Archimonde was unaware of the reasons behind this, but he sensed that Nordrassil was different, and he dreamed of absorbing Nordrassil's mysterious power to further enhance his strength.
The Legion's Infernal rained down from the sky, igniting the entire Mount Hyjal, but Nordrassil and the area covered by the canopy remained unharmed, protected by terrifying magic.
Tyrande and Malfurion arrived at Nordrassil's frontier fortress and found the Night Elf generals in a state of panic.
A general exclaimed with exaggerated emotion, "Tyrande and Lord Malfurion, it's so good that you're safe and sound! I thought you'd been torn to pieces and eaten by Thrall too!"
"Thrall?"
Tyrande didn't know how to evaluate the Orcs; in her speech, she even praised Thrall as a great Savior.
"What a pity for those noble Priest of the Moon Goddess." Another general, observing Tyrande's expression, said regretfully, "I saw with my own eyes them torn apart and eaten alive by Thrall's Orcs, not even a bone was left."
Tyrande then noticed that among the many Moon Goddess Priest beside the podium, she was the only one who had escaped.
"By the Elune, she has not abandoned the Night Elf race. Along the way, I have seen many of my people saved," Tyrande said devoutly.
The crowd remained silent. Many had witnessed the miracle within the Flames, attributing it solely to the greatness of the Moon Goddess.
Malfurion sensed the unusual atmosphere. He realized that while the generals were outwardly celebrating the couple's escape, they were actually filled with regret, probably hoping that Tyrande and her husband would also be eaten by the Orcs.
"As long as Elune, continues to support Tyrande, our position is secure. Hmph, no matter how outstanding you are or how many merits you achieve, you can never replace us."
Malfurion secretly made up his mind that although the Elune had caused great suffering to the Night Elf race, resulting in the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of people, he still had to maintain the faith in the Moon Goddess in order to maintain his position as leader.
"By the great Elune, this is a test for the Night Elf race."
Malfurion, with a pious expression, surveyed the assembled generals and spoke in a measured tone:
"Over these ten thousand years, Elune, has saved the Night Elf race countless times, but our people have not repented and their faith has wavered. Some wicked individuals have even dared to doubt the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess is merciful; she did not directly unleash Thunder wrath, but instead used the Burning Legion to eradicate the scoundrels among our people. Hundreds of thousands of our people have sacrificed themselves, but that does not matter. They were merely heretics whose faith was not Steadfast. Our people have become even more united."
What utterly brilliant nonsense! The Night Elf generals all admired Malfurion's eloquence, but since Elune, had just performed a miracle, no one dared to voice any objections.
"The Moon Goddess rescued our people, where are they?" a general asked.