The Ancient Gem Veins have attracted countless adventurers. As the saying goes, wealth is a powerful motivator; obtaining just one Magic Gem can ensure a life of abundance for a short-lived creature.
Even with the impending battle at Mount Hyjal, countless adventure teams still ventured into the World Tree region. The five Goblin Trade Princes and Venture Company all dispatched their own teams in an attempt to reopen trade routes.
The Three-Faction Allied Forces the Night Elves, Orcs, and Humans are locked in a stalemate with the Burning Legion. Both sides are cautiously probing each other, with small-scale battles constantly erupting. Smoke and fire fill the air around Nordrassil every day, and conflicts continue unabated.
Adventure teams blinded by greed enter the battle zone, only to lose their flesh and blood to become Orcs rations or their souls to become fuel for the Legion Forge.
A small team of three hundred adventurers easily broke through the numerous blockades and entered the Night Elf fortress, opening Portal inside.
This is an adventure team composed of Vrykul, all of whom are the bravest Vrykul warriors, generally over three meters tall, and even stronger than Ogres. They are extremely well-equipped and have rich combat experience. When they encounter Orcs, they kill them and hang their corpses on wooden poles. When they encounter small groups of the Legion, they wipe them out without hesitation.
The Vrykul's fighting prowess amazed the Night Elf Night Elf race, earning them their respect, which is why the Vrykul were allowed to occupy the fortress.
In small-scale skirmishes with the Burning Legion, the Night Elves, having lost their forest, were completely outmatched. Their arrows could not penetrate the Legion's armor, and the Druids ' minions and Moonfire could not harm the Legion's soldiers. In just over ten days, they lost thousands of their own people, while the Legion's losses were negligible.
This was a completely unequal war, and the generals of the Dark Night were frowning, their morale gradually declining.
Tyrande and Malfurion kept boosting morale, telling everyone that the Night Elves, blessed by the Moon Goddess, were Invincible and unrivaled. Unfortunately, their efforts had little effect, and the ever-increasing number of casualties weighed heavily on the hearts of the Night Elf generals.
This 300-strong Vrykul adventure team brought hope to the Night Elves. They bought up large quantities of Magic Gems from ancient mines, using the gems to exchange for armor and weapons that the Night Elves desperately needed.
It's important to understand that Night Elves reject magic, and these magically potent gems are merely ornaments to them. However, the Vrykul have offered an irresistible deal: one gem can be exchanged for one hundred sets of fine armor and weapons.
Interestingly, the Vrykul only traded privately with their lower-ranking officers, keeping Malfurion and Tyrande completely in the dark.
Several powerful mages among the Vrykul opened more than twenty Portals in one go, and mountains of equipment were delivered to them every day, while the Night Elves only had to pay a small bag of Magic Gems in return.
Although Magic Gems are incredibly precious, compared to these high-level magical equipment, the Night Elves are making a huge profit. The generosity of the Vrykul is as admirable as their towering stature.
Within a few days, the Night Elves had all completed their outfit changes.
Tyrande devoted herself to serving the Moon Goddess every day, showing no interest in military affairs. After several days, she realized something was wrong: the number of Night Elf had decreased significantly, while the number of the Legion soldiers captured was increasing.
Could it be that Elune, has manifested herself?
After a devout prayer, thanking the Moon Goddess for her blessings, Tyrande suddenly noticed the changes in the Night Elves; even her guards had changed into new equipment.
"Lord Tyrande, this is equipment sold by the Vrykul caravan within the garrison."
The guard proudly introduced his armor:
"I have never seen such high-level armor and weapons, capable of withstanding the Legion's Fel Fire, with arrows that can pierce through the Legion's armor, and these two short swords, so sharp they can easily cut through the Legion's armor. This must be the protection of the Elune."
Vrykul?
Tyrande knows the Vrykul, the second generation of creations of the Titans in ancient times, who suffered the Curse of Flesh of the Old Gods.
They are tall, strong, and brave in battle, a truly fearless race that takes pride in entering Odyn's Hall of Valor after death, believing that death is the beginning of their life.
The Vrykul possessed Titans craftsmanship and were skilled at forging armor and weapons.
However, something seemed amiss. Tyrande had her guards remove their armor and examined them closely.
No, no, the style of the armor is clearly unique to the Night Elf race. You see, the Vrykul's equipment style tends to be rugged and practical, and they have no idea what art is, while the Night Elves like intricate patterns.
Tyrande was certain that the Vrykul, with their hands as large as fans, could never have created such intricate patterns and exquisite carvings.
Why would a Vrykul sell armor crafted by Night Elves?
Tyrande removed the inner layer of her armor, revealing a complex array of Runes like stars, and a strong magical aura emanated from it.
"Aside from a few Titans Relics and the occasional masterpiece, Azeroth has never seen such advanced magical armor. Night Elves could not possibly master such advanced magic, and neither could the Vrykul."
Tyrande's expression changed drastically; she realized a conspiracy was brewing.
The Burning Legion's camp.
Archimonde is waiting for the Orcs to Corruption the roots of the World Tree. Once Noldashir loses its magic, that will be the time for the Legion to launch a full-scale attack.
The strength of the Nighthold Fortress's shields decreased day by day, but the combat power of the Night Elf soldiers suddenly increased.
The shocking casualty figures of the Legion soldiers pushed Archimonde to his breaking point, prompting him to summon Medivh.
"I've received intelligence that Vrykul caravan has appeared at the Night Elf fortress, supplying them with armor and weapons. I suspect Odyn is involved. Go and investigate what's going on; the Legion's cause must not be hindered."
Medivh accepted the order and teleported to the Night Elf fortress. He might spare the Medivh's lives out of Vrykul 'Odyn sake, but driving them out of Mount Hyjal was a certainty.
When Medivh stepped out of the Portal, he found himself in Orcs camp, where Thrall and Agna were feasting on a robust Tauren, their heads touching and faces pressed together as they tore into the Tauren's flesh.
"Guardian, what brings you here?" Thrall asked in surprise.
Medivh's expression remained unchanged, but he was inwardly astonished. After so many years, his teleportation spell had malfunctioned.
"Thrall, look at the state you've become! Get your act together! Azeroth awaits your salvation, yet you remain this listless, sluggish figure, like a beast in heat. When will you ever accomplish the Legion's great task?"
Since he was already there, Medivh took the opportunity to give Thrall a piece of his mind.
Thrall was bewildered by Medivh's inexplicable reprimand and began to wonder if he had done something wrong and inadvertently offended Medivh.
Medivh hadn't forgotten his purpose; after he'd had enough of cursing, he reopened the Portal.
A howling wind swept across the land. Medivh stood atop the snow-capped mountain, gazing down at the Freeze earth below, a sense of desolation washing over him. This was clearly Northrend.
This was definitely not a mistake; someone had interfered with the teleportation spell.
To verify his theory, Medivh used teleportation again, this time targeting Karazhan, and successfully returned to the Karazhan Library.
Medivh was certain the source of the interference was inside the Night's Fortress.