Convincing the elders of Mount Hyjal and the Night Elf generals to accept the Orcs would be difficult, but Tyrande understood one thing: the Night Elves were no longer able to contend with Medivh.
With just a little coercion from Medivh, the Night Elves would have no choice but to reluctantly ally with the Orcs.
After concluding her private conversation with Jaina, Tyrande gathered her thoughts and returned to her people.
At the Night Elf military council, Tyrande's sharp gaze swept across everyone's faces, and she said in a cold voice:
"We, the Night Elf race, offended Elune. First, we foolishly allied with the Firelord, thus losing Elune's protection. Then, we allowed Fandral Staghelm to research Flame Druids. Elune punished the Night Elf race, leading to the devastating defeat at Hyjal. Thrall's Orcs are Elune's Thunder wrath."
The generals were in an uproar upon hearing this, and there was much discussion among them.
After reaffirming their faith in Moon Goddess, the elders of Mount Hyjal found various excuses to defend Elune. Tyrande's explanation, though somewhat unexpected, was still barely acceptable.
Malfurion stepped forward and continued to defend the Orcs, saying, "Although the Orcs slaughtered our people before, I believe it was a helpless act, coerced by the Legion, and also the will of Elune."
The couple echoed each other, with Tyrande continuing, "Elune, is all-knowing and all-powerful. Her abilities surpass our imagination. Elune can change the thoughts and wills of the Orcs, using them to punish the Night Elf race."
A general asked in bewilderment, "Could the Elune really be a female Orcs?"
Tyrande immediately replied, "Why not? Elune, has many forms. Currently, Orcs are recognized as the Saviors of Azeroth, so Elune's form might temporarily be that of a female Orcs."
The couple's baseless claims left the clansmen present suspicious and unsure whether to believe them.
However, all of this was just a prelude; Tyrande soon revealed his true trump card:
"The Orcs remain vassals of the Burning Legion. Guided by Elune, they are willing to abandon the Legion and join forces with us. I believe Thrall, the Savior, would be happy to do so. This is Elune's arrangement, and also Guardian Medivh's wish. Gentlemen, is there anyone who would oppose Guardian Medivh?"
The Night Elves of today are far from what they once were. Fandral Staghelm is gone, and they have completely lost the Firelord as their protector. The Jailer Maiev is also missing, leaving them unable to control the Secret Weapon Illidan.
No one can defy the Guardian Medivh, but there are other paths to take, a radical general proclaimed:
"The Night Elves are not without options; we can cooperate with the Scourge."
Tyrande gazed at the young general, her pre-prepared excuse already ready. She retorted, "Elune, despises the Scourge even more than the Burning Legion. To cooperate with Arthas would mean abandoning the Moon Goddess's faith. Besides, Arthas harbors malicious intentions; he is the next Red Dragon Queen."
The general immediately fell silent. Although his suggestion was the most reasonable, he had no one to support him and was outnumbered and outmatched.
Tyrande, with a pious expression, spoke without restraint:
"The Elune has transformed the Orcs' minds and hearts, turning them from savage beasts into Saviors of Azeroth. Cooperating with the Orcs is the only way to save Azeroth."
Tyrande's explanation was ultimately just an excuse; the real deciding factor was the threat from the Guardian Medivh.
Twenty years after the Dark Portal opened, and after several twists and turns, Malfurion and Tyrande, under Medivh's guidance, joined Alliance with Thrall's Horde Jaina's Horde to form the Mount Hyjal Grand Alliance Army.
The Night Elves were extremely wary of the Orcs; even Jaina didn't trust Thrall.
Each of the three parties harbored its own ulterior motives. The Orcs and Jaina each established camps in different locations, far from the Night Elf fortress, making cooperation against the enemy impossible.
Inside the Burning Legion's camp, in the chieftain's tent, Medivh and Archimonde celebrate the success of their plot.
Medivh chuckled, "From any perspective, the Night Elves should cooperate with the Scourge; that's the wisest choice."
Archimonde's face fell as he spoke of the Scourge: "If that's the case, the Burning Legion will have no choice but to withdraw from Azeroth. Hah, if everyone in the universe were intelligent, how could our Burning Legion possibly destroy countless worlds?"
Medivh nodded, deeply moved. His experience at the Sargeras Void Academy had given him a sense of superiority. In his eyes, Tyrande and Malfurion were ignorant bumpkins, and he disdainfully remarked:
"Backward races are always plagued by various tedious entanglements. Night Elf race, for example. Their talent is impeccable, yet they are bound by the Elune, rejecting magic—the only path to power. Tyrande and Malfurion, on the other hand, are only concerned with their own power, refusing to consider the interests of the entire race. And yet, they are immortal. Their lust for power diminishes their intelligence, leading to a series of blunders. As long as this couple lives, the Night Elves will never rise to prominence."
"Medivh, are the Night Elf's Secret Mage Corps really that terrifying?"
Archimonde asked indignantly, "If you weren't worried about this secret force getting involved in the war, why bother with all these conspiracies and tricks? You could have just attacked Nordrassil directly."
Medivh scratched his head and said uncertainly:
"My mother was once very interested in the Secret Mage Corps, but unfortunately the Night Elves kept it very secret, and she never managed to find out anything about it. This unit is said to have originated from the technicians of Azshara City ten thousand years ago, who successfully solved the problem of Mana Addiction. Of course, they are no match for the Burning Legion, but they inevitably cause the Legion to suffer some losses."
This is a relatively tactful way of putting it, simply to be considerate of Archimonde's feelings.
Upon hearing the Azshara City, Archimonde immediately understood and nodded, saying, "I see, no wonder."
Medivh, oblivious to Archimonde's change in expression, said smugly:
"With the Secret Mage Corps wiped out, the Night Elf race will have nothing left to rely on. We can treat them like slaves. Azeroth will ultimately belong to the Legion. With the power of Nordrassil, the Scourge will be no problem either."
"What is Thrall doing?" Archimonde asked anxiously.
Medivh replied, "The Night Elves are cautious and refuse to make contact with the Orcs, which has given Thrall a good opportunity. I have already ordered them to destroy Nordrassil's roots."
The Orcs built a camp on Mount Hyjal, seemingly to resist the Burning Legion's army. As soon as the camp was completed, Thrall ordered the Orcs to dig a deep cave, all the way to Nordrassil's vast root system.
Teldrassil's magic is the Night Elves ' first line of defense. The Orcs, using the Legion's Fel, Corruption the roots. Deep underground, where they cannot be seen, festering sores appeared in many places on Nordrassil's roots, from which magic burst forth.
The Night Elves were astonished to discover that several gem mines had appeared in the Mount Hyjal region. The gem mines, resembling mounds of graves, suddenly emerged from the ground, shimmering brilliantly in the moonlight.
With simple mining, one can obtain precious Magic Gems rich in magic. The Night Elves are unaware of the origin of these gems, believing them to be a blessing from Elune, and call them Ancient Gem Veins.