"Save Azeroth?"
The Red Dragon Queen laughed heartily, believing that victory would make her the Savior.
Although the Night Elves protected Azeroth for over ten thousand years, once they failed, they were despised as the Destroyers of the world, forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
"To save Azeroth!" The Red Dragon Queen roared triumphantly, her jaws wide open.
Medivh and the Red Dragon Queen agreed on a time to conduct their transaction at Heart Spring.
At this moment, on Mount Hyjal, with the help of the Red Dragonflight, Tyrande has regained power and become the leader of the tribe, spreading the faith of the Moon Goddess with the elders every day.
Even the most devout elders realized something was amiss. The Red Dragonflight had imprisoned the Night Elf race on Mount Hyjal. While the Night Elf race's activities were not restricted, they were unable to leave the area around the World Tree.
Maiev the Watchers has left, General Feathermoon's Secret Mage Corps has vanished, and Fandral Staghelm is missing.
It was obvious that the core and most intelligent Elites of the Night Elf race had already figured out the situation.
After a passionate speech, an elder said with concern, "Lord Tyrande, the Red Dragonflight harbors malicious intentions; we must be on guard."
Tyrande glared at her, clearly displeased, and said, "Don't you trust Elune? Elune's wisdom is vaster than the universe itself; her guidance is infallible."
The elders were at a loss for words; in this moment of despair, they could only rely on the Moon Goddess to create a miracle.
Under the close surveillance of the Dragonkin, the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal gradually became numb. The Red Dragon Queen grew increasingly arrogant, using the pretext of resisting the Burning Legion to demand that all the Night Elf race scattered throughout the lands enter Mount Hyjal.
The Night Elf settlements, including Darnassus, Ashenvale, Felwood, and Feathermoon Stronghold, were notified. Unaware of the true situation, the Night Elves genuinely believed that the battle at the front was critical and rushed to Mount Hyjal to join the ranks of those protecting the World Tree.
When they finally arrived, they discovered that the Night Elves had already lost their freedom.
Seeing that most of the Night Elf race of Azeroth had gathered at Mount Hyjal, the Red Dragon Queen finally revealed her true form. On this day, the fortress was filled with circling Dragonkin, and the Red Dragon Queen's huge, bloated body landed inside the fortress.
Tyrande quickly led her entourage to greet and welcome the esteemed Red Dragon Queen.
Normally, to show respect, the Red Dragon Queen would appear in human form to speak with the Night Elves, but clearly she felt it was unnecessary at this moment. Right there in the fortress's plaza, the Red Dragon Queen raised her head and roared:
"By the great Elune, although we Dragonkin have been enlightened by the Titans and become the Dragon Aspects of Azeroth, we, like the Night Elves, worship the Elune immensely. She is also the goddess of the Red Dragonflight."
Tyrande was pleased to hear this; sharing a common belief meant that their interests were aligned, making communication easier.
Tyrande smiled radiantly and said softly, "By the great Moon Goddess, under Moon Goddess protection, the Night Elves and the Red Dragonflight will join hands to save Azeroth and drive out the Burning Legion."
The Red Dragon Queen squinted, surveying the surrounding Night Elf people, and said loudly, "Tyrande, we've known each other for a long time. I'm a few years older than you, and I've always considered you my younger sister. My dear sister, I recently received a revelation from the Moon Goddess. The great Moon Goddess Night Elf race the future."
Tyrande was slightly puzzled after hearing this. Dragonkin were not followers of the Moon Goddess, so how could they receive the Moon Goddess's oracle? Tyrande politely asked, "Please enlighten me, elder sister."
The Red Dragon Queen smiled smugly and said, "Elune, told me that the Night Elf race have worked too hard guarding Azeroth. You should rest. The Burning Legion is the Night Elves ' destiny."
"Sister, you mean the Burning Legion?" Tyrande thought she had misheard and checked.
The Red Dragon Queen shook her enormous head and emphasized again:
"Indeed, the Burning Legion came to save Azeroth. They are merciful and kind, and the Night Elves should rightfully join the Legion and serve Lord Archimonde. You will follow the Legion and fight against Evil for the Legion. What a bright future this is, a glorious and great cause! Thank you, great Elune, for your foresight."
Tyrande stood there stunned for a long time, her eyes wide, unable to believe that it was all real.
The people of the Dark Night below were in an uproar, protesting against the Dragonkin. However, the Dragons inside the fortress took to the sky, spewing terrifying Dragon's Breath, and the temperature inside the fortress rose rapidly.
"This isn't true, you're lying to me." Tyrande was filled with unease, and this was the only reaction she could make.
The Red Dragon Queen chuckled wickedly, "Sister, you must believe this is the will of the great Moon Goddess. The greatness of the Elune is beyond your imagination. The Moon Goddess also told me that if you object..."
The Red Dragon Queen's venomous gaze swept over the Night Elf race present, and she said viciously, "Elune, told me that if you do not heed her advice, then the Night Elf race will become Evil the Destroyer, and we, the Red Dragonflight, have a responsibility to wipe you out completely. To live or to die, Tyrande, is the choice."
This was a blatant threat, Tyrande nearly fainted. As Priest of the Moon Goddess, she felt it was her duty to expose the Red Dragon Queen's lies, and she protested loudly, "Lies! You are conveying a false divine message!"
The Red Dragon Queen raised her head and said proudly and arrogantly:
"Foolish Tyrande, where is your Elune? Yes, I delivered a false oracle, instructing Elune to send down Thunder to kill me! Elune will not protect you; you are finished. Prepare to become Servant of the Legion."
All the Dragons roared together, creating a deafening sound like rolling Thunder, terrifying the people of the fortress.
"I'll give you three days to consider, Tyrande," the Red Dragon Queen sneered. "After three days, either the Night Elves perish, or you report to the Heart Spring. I've already sold you for a good price. Thank you, Elune. We, the Red Dragonflight, are the true masters of this world."
The Red Dragon Queen flapped her wings, and the Red Dragons departed the Night Elf fortress, leaving only the wailing Night Elf race behind. Tyrande knelt on the ground in despair, pleading in anguish:
"Great Elune, behold the Evil in this world, and save the poor Night Elf race."
Malfurion walked over to Tyrande, patted her on the shoulder, and said with a wry smile, "Tyrande, joining the Legion is exactly what we wanted. Don't be sad. Elune, hmph, she will never save us."
The elders passed by Tyrande, shaking their heads in disapproval.
At that moment, no one believed in Elune.
Cenarius burst forth from his dwelling, galloping through the fortress on all fours, roaring loudly:
"Foolish Night Elves, I told you long ago that joining the Burning Legion was your only option, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on being enemies of the Burning Legion. Now look what you've done, you've been sold off for a good price."
In that instant, Tyrande thought of many things.
Now that her allegiance to the Legion is a fait accompli, she must firmly grasp power. Even if she is subordinate to Archimonde, she must remain the leader of the Night Elves.