Tyrande composed herself. The Night Elf race were facing a historic turning point, and she had to firmly grasp power amidst this change. Ignoring the cries of the people, Tyrande quickly summoned the elders to discuss countermeasures.
"I don't see anything wrong with joining the Legion." Tyrande knew very well that there were quite a few elders like herself who craved power, and she said with a serious expression, her eyes shining.
"By Elune, the Elune, perhaps this is an opportunity for the Night Elves to rise."
Tyrande's ability to still consider her own power under such circumstances demonstrates an extraordinary level of shrewdness.
"What should we do?" an elder asked anxiously.
Tyrande forced herself to calm down and gave the order:
"The next three days are crucial. We need to gather praise and tell everyone that the Burning Legion's cause is Justice and great. The Legion's leader Sargeras, is benevolent and kind, even greater than Elune. Joining the Legion is a Justice act, an act of seeking the light, not a shameful surrender."
The elders exchanged glances. To be able to quickly change one's mindset and reverse a ten-thousand-year-old understanding under such circumstances was something most people could hardly do. Truly worthy of being called Lady Tyrande.
An elder's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he shrugged helplessly, saying:
"Things have come to this point, the Night Elves have no other choice but to accept the Legion. Lord Tyrande is quite right; rather than being forced to accept it in a humiliating way, it's better to let the people genuinely enjoy it."
Another elder chimed in, "That's right, it's a white lie, all for the sake of the Night Elf race."
Now that a consensus had been reached, everyone felt much more at ease. When the topic turned to praising the Burning Legion, opinions began to emerge, with one elder offering a philosophical perspective:
"In reality, there is no distinction between good and evil in the universe, only differences in factions and stances. The Burning Legion can actually be Justice; they are a military organization with ideals and goals."
"Who can argue with that? Sargeras created the Burning Legion to fight against the Evil Void. We've all misunderstood the Burning Legion; they've always fought for the cause of Justice."
"The Legion possesses formidable power. With the Legion as our powerful backer, the rise of us Night Elves is just around the corner. Joining the Burning Legion is actually a great thing."
The elders chimed in, and soon the Burning Legion, which had been utterly wicked, was portrayed by them as an organization of Justice and goodness.
The power of collective brainwashing is terrifying; in the end, even they themselves came to believe it.
Malfurion, maintaining a clear head, watched the elders' performance and shook his head helplessly.
The Night Elves are no match for the Dragonkin, especially since the Dragonkin and the Burning Legion have joined forces. With only three days left, unless a miracle occurs, the Night Elves are truly doomed.
Medivh entered the Legion's central command tent, Archimonde was carefully examining the defensive map of Nordrassil.
Hearing Medivh's familiar footsteps, Archimonde didn't turn his head. Just like in school, Archimonde asked in the tone of a headmaster:
"Medivh, how many Legion soldiers would it take to conquer Mount Hyjal, which is guarded by ten thousand Red Dragons?"
As a student of the Sargeras Void Academy, Medivh had received a complete military course. He immediately showed caution, pondering for a long time before answering:
"Reporting to the Headmaster, the Dragonkin's strength lies in air superiority. The Legion's Fel Screecher are no match for the Dragons, and the Legion's soldiers are not adept at ranged attacks. If the Legion were to engage the Red Dragonflight in a head-on battle, it would probably require 500,000 Legion soldiers to achieve victory."
Archimonde looked pleased and nodded in satisfaction.
"You're not arrogant or impatient, and you're cautious and prudent. You're far superior to my generals. They always think their Legion soldiers Invincible. Hmph, ten thousand adult Dragonkin aren't so easy to deal with!"
Medivh knew he couldn't underestimate the Legion's strength, so he immediately added:
"Azeroth has a magical shield left by the Titans, preventing the Legion's Star Destroyers from entering. Otherwise, just a hundred Star Destroyers would be enough to easily wipe out ten thousand Dragons."
Archimonde was very satisfied with Medivh's answer, and his smile became even more amiable.
"Indeed, it is precisely because of the Titans Shield that the Legion's heavy weapons cannot enter Azeroth, forcing Legion soldiers to engage in foolish melee combat with the Dragonkin. We have encountered races more powerful than Dragonkin in other worlds, all of whom Star Destroyers. Even so, the Legion will not abandon the Azeroth."
Medivh immediately understood Archimonde's meaning and hurriedly said:
"Headmaster, everything is ready. The Red Dragon Queen would never have imagined that the Heart Spring was a trap set long ago. In three days, once we complete the handover of the Night Elf race, it will be the end of the Red Dragonflight."
Archimonde stared at Medivh and said, "You're a smart man. I don't actually mind cooperating with the Red Dragon Queen, but we find it hard to trust the Titans. After all, the Red Dragons are the Titans' servants, and their intentions are bound to be different."
Medivh lowered his head, revealing a reassuring expression. "Headmaster, once the Night Elves and Red Dragonflight are all wiped out, Azeroth will only have those few sealed Old Gods left. We can deal with them little by little."
Archimonde gazed at the map of Azeroth on the wall:
"Medivh, you are my student, and you understand what the Legion wants. I will keep my promise. From now on, the Azeroth will only have Orcs. Orcs are a savage and brutal race; they cannot study magic and therefore pose no threat to the Legion. From this day forward, Azeroth will forever be an ally of the Legion, and you will be the supreme god of Azeroth."
The path to godhood is incredibly difficult; in the history of the Burning Legion's Void Academy, very few have achieved this feat. Medivh's face was filled with glory as he thought of his predecessor, Queen Azshara.
Soon, very soon, Medivh was confident he could surpass his fellow countryman.
Inside the Night Elf stronghold, Tyrande led the elders on a journey to praise the Burning Legion.
Ordinary people don't need to think; they just need to accept it. But the time was too short—only three days—to change people's views that had been held for ten thousand years. Tyrande's actions were not very effective.
Tyrande knew perfectly well that everything she did was for Archimonde's benefit, to show Archimonde that Tyrande was the most suitable leader of the Night Elves.
Robbie observed all the changes on Mount Hyjal.
At this moment, the most appropriate choice for the Night Elf is not to keep the appointment in three days.
However, under the coercion of the Dragonkin, the Night Elves found it difficult to make the right choice.
The appointed time arrived, Red Dragons awaited at the Heart Spring. Under Tyrande's strong encouragement, and more importantly, the Dragonkin's coercion, the desperate Night Elves had no choice but to pack their belongings and head towards the Heart Spring.
However, a considerable number of Night Elves remained in the fortress, calmly awaiting their Destiny.
It was an Anjing night. Led by Cenarius and Tyrande, the Night Elf race marched in neat rows toward the Heart Spring. The entire procession was completely silent, like condemned prisoners heading to their execution.
Robbie knew that there was only one way to stop the tragedy of the Night Elf race.
Although Robbie was very reluctant, he had no other choice.