The Night Elves watched helplessly as the Red Dragonflight were slaughtered by the Orcs, countless Red Dragons howling in agony, their pitiful cries echoing from afar.
Just three days ago, the Red Dragonflight forcefully sold the Night Elf race to the Burning Legion.
Who could have imagined that the Red Dragonflight would encounter such a calamity in the blink of an eye?
Tyrande noticed that Robbie had left, and a thought struck her—she realized this was a golden opportunity.
Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon, was able to serve as the leader of the Night Elves for ten thousand years entirely thanks to the support of the Elune.
The Night Elf race suffered several setbacks at Mount Hyjal, severely damaging their foundations. Tyrande's decision to ally with the Orcs, which led to the Red Dragonflight's disastrous move, has shaken the Night Elves ' faith in the Moon Goddess.
If things continue to develop this way, his leadership position will soon be in jeopardy, and perhaps the people of the Night will find the radical Fandral Staghelm more reliable.
With this in mind, Tyrande secretly summoned the Council of Elders and whispered a few words of instruction, which the elders understood immediately.
"By the great Elune, you have not abandoned the Night Elf race."
Tyrande let out an exaggerated sound and, in front of everyone, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to the moon:
"Just when our Night Elf race faced peril, it was you who sent your Emissary guide us; it was you who unleashed your Thunder wrath to punish the damned Red Dragonflight. You secretly protected the people of the Night, rescuing us from the clutches of our enemies. I am your Priest, and I am willing to serve you forever."
Tyrande's performance alone was far from enough. Under the secret arrangement of the elders, a group of Nightborne citizens around Tyrande knelt on the ground in unison, praying to the Moon Goddess just like Tyrande.
"Great Elune, thank you for saving us."
"We've always misunderstood Elune, but today we realize that Moon Goddess has always been protecting the Night Elf race."
"Thrall truly deserves to be Legendary the legendary Savior; he saved our Night Elf race."
Immediately afterwards, the elders of Mount Hyjal also knelt on the ground, devoutly confessing their sins to the Elune and praying for repentance.
Most Night Elf race remained hesitant and skeptical of Elune, but they couldn't resist the persuasion of those around them and the power of role models.
The Moon Goddess's Emissary just appeared and displayed boundless power, after which the Red Dragon who offended the Night Elf race was punished. If it is said that the Moon Goddess saved the Night Elf race, it seems to make perfect sense.
Led by the elders of Mount Hyjal, more and more Night Elves knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to the Elune. Many even shed tears of regret, repenting for their past doubts about the Moon Goddess.
Cenarius had finally managed to shake off the six heavy Red Dragons and climbed out of the pit. Just as he was about to call his people to join the Burning Legion, he suddenly heard deafening battle cries coming from the direction of the Heart Spring, along with the miserable howls of countless Red Dragons.
"Orcs are slaughtering the Red Dragonflight? How is this possible? What happened?"
Cenarius was bewildered and somewhat confused. Seeing most of his people kneeling on the ground to repent to the Moon Goddess, Cenarius knew that all was lost and his hopes of joining the Burning Legion were completely dashed.
The clever Cenarius, with a quick glint in his eye, also bent his limbs and knelt on the ground, devoutly praying to the Moon Goddess.
"Great Elune, you are the guardian of the Night Elves. Thank you for saving the Night Elf race. As your most beloved son, I will forever be loyal to you. May your radiance forever shine upon the earth."
On this night, the Night Elf race returned to the embrace of the Elune.
The nearly extinct Red Dragonflight retreated from Mount Hyjal. Tyrande led her people back to the fortress, but the situation remained dire. The Burning Legion was watching them closely, and the Night Elves were powerless to resist the Legion's invasion.
Previously, Fandral Staghelm's actions, such as using the lake water of Mount Hyjal to forge weapons and re-examining magic, gave the Night Elf race a glimmer of hope.
The Night Elves, having reverted to their faith in the Elune, first and foremost rejected magic. Tyrande destroyed all of Fandral Staghelm's research, wiping out years of hard work by Fandral Staghelm and his team.
By rejecting magic, one loses the path to becoming stronger.
After carefully comparing the strengths of the Night Elves and the Burning Legion, Tyrande realized that victory would be difficult.
It seems the only option is to pray to the Moon Goddess to unleash her Thunder wrath and annihilate the Burning Legion's army; there is no other way.
Malfurion also recognized this and offered his own perspective:
"The Emissary from the Scourge. I heard that Arthas led the Scourge to retreat to Northrend. Why not ask the Scourge for help? If Arthas were willing to intervene, he could surely stop Archimonde's advance."
Tyrande hesitated; she hadn't forgotten the lesson of attracting the Red Dragonflight.
If there is no other way, Tyrande can only seek help from the Scourge. After all, the Scourge is different from the Red Dragonflight. They are mortal enemies of the Burning Legion, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.
Just as Tyrande was struggling to make a decision, Medivh sent men into the Nighthold. Because Medivh had previously fallen out with the Night Elf generals, Medivh was worried that his appearance would cause resentment, so he sent Jaina.
The former Guardian Aegwynn lived in Theramore, and Jaina had a close relationship with the Guardian's family. Tyrande was well aware of Jaina's relationship with Medivh and gave the human woman a very unfriendly welcome.
Upon entering the fortress's banquet hall, Jaina immediately saw Tyrande with a gloomy expression.
Behind Tyrande stood the elders of Mount Hyjal, who also gave the young Jaina a deep, unfriendly look.
Malfurion, on the other hand, suddenly felt a surge of emotion, his heart filled with a deep love, as if it were love at first sight.
He quickly adjusted his expression, effectively concealing his thoughts, but he still couldn't control himself and secretly glanced at Jaina.
With her slender figure and beautiful blonde hair, Jaina is considered a rare beauty among humans.
However, among the Night Elves, who are known for their exquisite features, Jaina's appearance can only be considered inferior. Moreover, humans age easily and lose their youth, so human women rarely catch the eye of Night Elf men.
But for some reason, Jaina managed to touch Malfurion's heart, a heart that had long been dormant.
"I am Jaina of Theramore, and I bring with me the goodwill of the Guardian Medivh and the oracle of the Elune."
Jaina, knowing she was unwelcome, stated her purpose directly.
Tyrande replied bluntly, "I have no interest in Medivh's sincerity. As for the oracle of the Moon Goddess Elune, she protects our Night Elf race and will naturally tell me; there's no need for someone who doesn't believe to relay it."
Tyrande's refusal was so decisive that it was tantamount to dismissing her outright, leaving Jaina feeling embarrassed and at a loss for what to do.
Malfurion, who was standing nearby, unexpectedly stepped forward and whispered to Tyrande, "Don't make things difficult for a little girl. Let's listen to what she has to say."
Tyrande had no doubt that Malfurion had feelings for Jaina; although her looks and figure weren't exactly top-tier, she was still more attractive than Jaina.
Having lived for over ten thousand years, Tyrande still possesses the delicate features of a young girl.
"Alright, young lady, I'd like to hear what you have to say."
Tyrande asked with a mocking look in her eyes.