Robbie actually had two choices.
The first option is to secretly tell the Red Dragon Queen about Medivh and Archimonde's plot.
But Robbie couldn't fathom the Red Dragon Queen's thoughts.
Even if the Red Dragonflight knew about the trap in the Fountain of the Heart, Robbie couldn't guarantee that the Red Dragon Queen would side with the Night Elves and turn against the Legion; there was no causal connection between the two.
Big shots care about profit; only small shots care about right and wrong.
The Red Dragon Queen will likely treat this as a beautiful misunderstanding, and then take the opportunity to propose some additional conditions. Once the conflict between the two sides is resolved, the trade and intrigue can still continue.
Another option is a method Robbie doesn't want to face, but has no other choice.
Using the Night Elf race' ten-thousand-year-old faith in the Moon Goddess, he impersonated Emissary stop the Night Elf race.
The Night Elves don't need to believe; they only need to hesitate.
The main force of the Night Elf race was moving slowly, and they were only halfway there when Robbie made his move.
A milky white halo descended from the sky, and a bright moon slowly set, seemingly hanging above the heads of the Night Elf race. The soft white light formed a semi-transparent wall, blocking the Night Elf race's path.
Robbie transformed into Night Elf, draped in a holy white robe, enveloped in a bright light, with three pairs of pure white wings appearing on his back, exuding both holiness and dignity.
"I am an emissary of Elune. Night Elves, children of the Moon Goddess, where do you intend to go?"
The arrival of the Moon Goddess's Emissary, whether real or not, attracted considerable attention. The Night Elf race immediately stopped and watched.
Cenarius for a moment. He didn't believe this suddenly appearing Emissary. Besides, there had been imposters of Emissary in Ashenvale before. Cenarius reared up and roared:
"Who dares to impersonate Emissary? You blasphemer!"
Robbie stretched out his right hand, and a milky white light enveloped Cenarius, sending him into the air before slamming him down, creating a large crater.
Cenarius lay in the center of the crater, his massive body unable to move, groaning in pain.
Strength is always the most effective threat; Cenarius was defeated in a single move, eliciting a collective gasp from the Night Elf race.
"Where is Chief Priest Tyrande? Why would the Night Elf race have such a stupid creature? I need an explanation." Robbie pointed at Cenarius in the pit, then looked at Tyrande in the crowd.
Tyrande frowned slightly, sensing the visitor's ill intentions. She stepped out of the crowd and asked politely, "You claim to be a messenger of the Moon Goddess, but do you have any proof? I am the Chief Moon Goddess Priestess, and I have never seen you before."
Robbie gently raised his hand, and white light enveloped Tyrande, as if bestowing a blessing.
Unseen by anyone, a thin, transparent line tightly constricts Tyrande's throat; with just a slight exertion, Tyrande will be decapitated.
"Tyrande, have you forgotten? Ten thousand years ago at the Temple of the Moon, we spent a wonderful night together. Well, it wasn't exactly a wonderful memory, since explaining the rituals of the Moon Goddess to you was quite tedious."
Even when threatened, Tyrande refused to comply.
After all, she was a worldly leader of the Night Elf race. In ten thousand years of history, what hadn't she experienced? Tyrande was betting that Robbie wouldn't dare do anything to her, otherwise she'd be in deep trouble. She said softly:
"Is that so? Why don't I remember such a thing? It's only been ten thousand years; my memory couldn't have gotten worse."
Tyrande's reaction was within Robbie's expectations, but Robbie was also prepared, gently shaking his head and saying:
"Your memory has really deteriorated. I warned you ten thousand years ago that the Scourge would appear out of thin air, that they could turn the dead back into the living, and that they would be indistinguishable from the living. Have you really forgotten my warning?"
Tyrande's expression changed drastically. She realized that Robbie didn't need her to live. If she refused to cooperate, he would turn her into a dead person and bring her back to life, and he could do it flawlessly.
At the same time, Robbie also subtly revealed his background.
The clever Tyrande quickly responded, pretending to suddenly remember, and smiled:
"Speaking of the Scourge, I am reminded of you, Emissary Excellency. You are the most honored messenger of the Moon Goddess. We haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. What is the reason that Your Excellency has personally descended upon us?"
Tyrande was quite sensible and guessed Robbie's identity; after all, few in the Scourge could subdue Cenarius in one move. Robbie calmly replied:
"A treacherous element has infiltrated our Emissary, spreading false oracles. He was a cunning Orcs, and I have executed him. Elune, cares deeply for the Night Elf race and has specially sent me to offer you guidance."
The Night Elf race were not fools. Besides Tyrande, the elders of Mount Hyjal also realized that there was something wrong with this Emissary, and knew that the Emissary in front of them was probably an imposter.
But Robbie mentioned the Scourge, Scourge record against the Burning Legion was well-known to the Night Elf race. If the Scourge were to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the situation would be different.
If that's the case, Night Elf race wouldn't have had to endure the humiliation of being slaves of the Burning Legion.
Tyrande paused for a moment, pondered for a while, and then asked, "What guidance does the great Elune have?"
Elune here actually refers to Arthas, Robbie replied with feigned piety:
"Elune, has instructed me to tell you that the Night Elf race are only facing a minor setback. The Red Dragon Queen has offended the Night Elf race, and she will surely be punished. You only need to wait Anjing."
Tyrande's beautiful eyes showed some confusion, unsure of what to do, and she looked at Malfurion beside her.
Malfurion shrugged, meaning, "You make the decision yourself."
"Alright, then we'll wait here."
This place is not far from the Heart Spring, so Tyrande naturally did not believe that this false Emissary was only trying to save his own life.
She secretly calculated that as long as the Red Dragonflight grew impatient, they would surely fly out to urge them on.
The "Emissary" was able to defeat Cenarius in one move, but he was no match for the overwhelming Red Dragonflight, and his only option was to flee.
Tyrande's orders were relayed, Night Elf race set up camp on the spot. Most Night Elves were skeptical of the Emissary, but they had no other choice.
No one wants to be a lowly slave; the Night Elf race long for more time of freedom.
At the Heart Spring, although the Dragonkin have remained inactive, the Red Dragon Queen has been keeping a close eye on the Night Elves ' movements.
The Burning Legion is renowned for its power. In order to Pain Suppression the Legion and increase her bargaining power in negotiations, the Red Dragon Queen has mobilized almost all of her Dragonkin. At this moment, she is most concerned about the movements of the Burning Legion's camp.
"Damn Night Elves, what are they dawdling about?" The Red Dragon Queen was furious. For some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine today, as if something big was about to happen.
The Burning Legion's camp remained silent, which reassured the Red Dragon Queen somewhat. She then gave an order to one of her subordinates:
"Vaelastrasz, my loyal subject, you led a few of your people to urge the Night Elves on. What is Tyrande up to?"