Jaina remained impassive, a slight sense of smugness creeping into her heart. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she stole a glance at Malfurion.
The former Guardian, Aegwynn, is an Archmage who has lived for over a thousand years and possesses an exceptionally vast amount of magical knowledge. No one knows how many unorthodox spells she knows.
Aegwynn learned seduction magic from the Succubus of the Burning Legion. After improving it, she incorporated it into her own magical system, making it more subtle than the Succubus's seduction, capable of making a designated man fall in love at first sight.
Aegwynn used this magic to seduce the Court Mages Nielas Aran, resulting in the birth of the Guardian Medivh.
Jaina was there on behalf of Medivh. Aegwynn knew she wouldn't be welcome, so she cast a seductive spell on Jaina, successfully touching Malfurion's heart.
Tyrande and Malfurion were like one entity; seducing Malfurion was half the battle won.
Although Malfurion was an Archdruid, his understanding of magic was unfortunately far too limited.
Seeing that Malfurion was under a spell, Jaina felt more confident and put on what she thought was a perfect smile, saying softly:
"Honorable Priestess of the Moon Tyrande of the Moon, Azeroth is now facing a life-or-death crisis. The Night Elves are no longer what they once were. The Elune has issued a divine decree: the Destiny of the Night Elves rests in your hands. Joining forces with the Orcs is the only way out for the Night Elves."
Jaina's smile was very charming, but to the Night Elf for appearance, it seemed artificial and quite unattractive. Tyrande, upon hearing this, simply sneered.
"The Orcs killed countless members of our people, skinning and Eviscerate to make Tough Jerky. The Night Elves will never forget this blood feud. We are not foolish Draenei."
Jaina glanced at Malfurion and said confidently, "The wheel of hatred is never truly clear. Now that the Burning Legion has invaded, the Night Elves and the Orcs should put aside their differences and fight together against the enemy."
Tyrande feigned sudden realization and exclaimed in surprise, "Young lady, the Orcs are still the Legion's minions. Their camps are very close to the Burning Legion's. How can you expect me to trust the Orcs?"
"If it weren't for that, how could the Orcs have gained the Burning Legion's trust? Everything the Orcs have done is for Azeroth." Jaina suddenly became serious and whispered, "Lady Tyrande, I have brought a secret letter and hope to speak with you privately."
Despite Tyrande and Jaina's heated debates, the public negotiations are merely a formality; the real decisions often depend on behind-the-scenes deals. Tyrande is hesitant, and Malfurion whispers in Tyrande ear again:
"Tyrande, the Night Elves are in dire straits. A single misstep could wipe them out. We must proceed with extreme caution. Perhaps we should listen to what Medivh has to say; this might be an opportunity."
Not knowing what to do, Tyrande, who was used to listening to Malfurion's advice, nodded in agreement.
Inside the fortress's secret chamber, the three took their seats. Jaina first cast a shielding spell to ensure no one could eavesdrop.
Jaina, no longer as cautious as before, raised her voice and appeared very assertive:
"I come on behalf of Medivh and Archimonde to negotiate a deal with the Night Elves."
Transactions with the enemy must, of course, be conducted in secret. Tyrande was already prepared for this. With a slight frown, she asked, "Little human girl, Archimonde and Medivh, whose side are you on?"
"I represent Medivh," Jaina said immediately.
"Alright, then let's talk about this deal." Tyrande was ready to listen.
Jaina raised an eyebrow and said solemnly:
"Medivh is the Guardian of Azeroth, and has a closer relationship with Elune. Medivh and the Emissary are very good friends. Elune strongly dislikes the Night Elf race' contact with magic. The calamity that befell the Night Elves at Mount Hyjal was due to Elune's warning. The alliance with the Firelord, Fandral Staghelm's Flame Druids, and especially the Sentinels' Secret Mage Corps, are Elune dislikes."
The Night Elves were in unprecedented chaos. Even Tyrande struggled to stay calm, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, and asked in bewilderment, "Then what does Elune, desire?"
"The Night Elves must reject magic. The Secret Mage Corps threaten Azeroth. If you cannot eliminate them, then the Orcs will have to do it," Jaina stated her first condition.
Tyrande was unconcerned about this. The Secret Mage Corps belonged to General Feathermoon and was not under Tyrande's control. Having such a terrifying force out of her control posed a significant threat to Tyrande's position.
"So what does Archimonde want?" Tyrande asked, feigning ignorance.
Nordrassil, the World Tree.
Jaina gave Tyrande a deep look:
Medivh was worried that Archimonde's ambitions were growing and that she wanted to further conquer the Azeroth. However, Medivh knew that the Night Elves still had a final Secret Weapon. As long as they could create an opportunity for Archimonde to be alone, they could destroy her. At that time, the Burning Legion would be leaderless and would surely be wiped out.
Tyrande remained expressionless, but inwardly she was incredibly anxious. The Night Elves ' Secret Weapon had never been revealed in the past ten thousand years, so why did Medivh know it all? She suspected something was amiss.
Malfurion, unable to find a chance to interject, saw Tyrande remain silent and boasted smugly, "Little girl, we prepared Wrath of Nordrassil ten thousand years ago; it was prepared for Sargeras."
"Shut up, you foolish old deer!"
Tyrande was furious. How could such a big secret be revealed to outsiders? Malfurion was clearly not in good form today.
Jaina smiled slightly, as if she had known all along, and said without any surprise:
"The path before the Night Elves is quite simple: cooperate with Orcs, use their help to destroy the Secret Mage Corps, avert Elune's wrath, and then deliberately let the Legion win. After Archimonde ascends the World Tree Nordrassil, kill him with Wrath of Nordrassil."
Tyrande and Malfurion both fell silent. Jaina continued, "..."
"I know you have another option, which is to cooperate with the Scourge. However, I have heard that Fandral Staghelm has connections with the Scourge, and his son Valstann was resurrected by Arthas. For the Night Elf race, cooperating with the Scourge is a better choice, but for you two, it means losing power and status, and even your lives."
Whether she was willing to give her life for a brighter future for her people, Tyrande made her choice easily, and she said devoutly:
"The Elune has protected the Night Elves for ten thousand years, so of course we choose to believe in Moon Goddess rather than that undead Arthas. That's without a doubt, but..."
Tyrande had reservations. After all, the Orcs had betrayed them and slaughtered countless Night Elves on Mount Hyjal. It would be difficult for the night elves to accept allying with the Orcs again.
Jaina stared into Tyrande's eyes. "You must have a way, right?"
After thinking for a long time, Tyrande finally nodded.