Tyrande and Malfurion stared at Valstann in horror; the feeling of having their lives in someone else's hands was unpleasant.
Valstann ultimately refrained from taking action; Tyrande and Malfurion were merely representatives of Elune, and killing them would be pointless.
It wasn't difficult for Elune to cultivate a proxy. Although the Night Elf race were a relatively benign race, they were never short of ambitious individuals, perhaps even more so than Tyrande. Valstann finally sighed in resignation:
"Without eliminating the Moon Goddess, the dark night will not prevail."
After Valstann left, the thunderous sound of war drums rang out.
Despite their fright, Tyrande and Malfurion rushed to the top of the city wall. Above the Burning Legion's camp, a green Fel cloud began to gather, and a large number of the Legion soldiers were ready to go.
Archimonde is finally launching his final offensive.
Numerous works have described the Battle of Mount Hyjal, with most recounting how the three races fought bravely against the Burning Legion, depicting the arduousness of the battle and the courage of the soldiers.
In particular, the great Savior Thrall personally slaughtered millions of the Legion soldiers, Legion corpses piled up higher than the World Tree. He fought Archimonde for seven days and seven nights atop this pile of corpses, cutting off Archimonde's right arm. He was ultimately defeated by Sargeras's sneak attack.
Unfortunately, no matter how exaggerated the description, it cannot avoid the reality that the three-race alliance failed and could not stop the Burning Legion's advance.
The first to be attacked was Jaina's human camp. The Lich Leki Winterfrost, as the vanguard of the Burning Legion, was most skilled in Frost magic and also had some knowledge of death magic. He led his army to challenge Jaina.
Jaina offered a token resistance, but at this moment she lacked the confidence to directly confront a Lich. After leaving behind more than two thousand human corpses, Jaina ordered a retreat as planned.
Reggie Winterfrost obeyed Archimonde's orders and did not lead his troops in pursuit, but merely destroyed the camp.
The battles in the Orcs Camps were the most intense, giving rise to countless outstanding literary works, sculptures, and paintings that praise the heroic Orcs and Legion legions in their valiant fighting, showcasing the Orcs' bravery and tragedy, and moving readers deeply.
Thrall's slogan, "As long as I am here, the position is here," has become a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages, inspiring countless people to move forward. He truly deserves the title of Savior of Azeroth.
When Anotheron, the second-in-command of Anetheron Dreadlords, led his army to the Orcs Camp, he found it deserted. Helpless, Anetheron could only stage a "fierce" attack and defense battle, during which a dozen Legion soldiers were accidentally injured.
Gazing at the orc Orcs Camp with the deafening shouts of battle, Tyrande and Malfurion shed tears of emotion. Thrall had not deceived the Night Elf race; they had fought bravely against the Legion for the sake of Azeroth.
The Orcs were simply too powerful. Thrall managed to hold out for most of the day against the relentless attacks of tens of thousands of the Legion soldiers, a feat that left the Night Elves, who crumbled at the first sign of trouble after destroying their equipment, feeling ashamed.
What followed was a massive rout. The remnants of the human army mingled with the retreating Orcs forces, crowding the roads as they rushed toward the Night Elf fortress, pursued relentlessly by the Burning Legion.
On the city wall, Tyrande delivered a passionate speech. "Our allies and Legions fought valiantly, but were defeated after being outnumbered. We must open the city gates, let them into the fortress, and let them receive the care of the Night Elves. They are brave Warriors and deserve rest."
But the generals of the Dark Night, well-versed in military strategy, thought differently. The defeated army had to detach troops to block the enemy and cover the retreat of the troops in front so that friendly forces could open the gates of the fortress and let the routed army in.
Otherwise, if the routed troops rush in and the enemy follows, the fortress will be defenseless and doomed to fall. This is basic military common sense.
"Why not open the city gates?" Tyrande demanded.
The general guarding the city raised his binoculars and carefully examined the retreating Orcs troops.
"The Orcs' armor is spotless, their weapons are intact, their steps are swift and powerful, and they seem full of energy. They don't look like they've just been through a major battle. Lady Tyrande, we've been tricked. We can't open the city gates."
Tyrande glared angrily and roared stubbornly:
"I am the Chief Priestess, my will represents the Elune. How dare you doubt Elune's wrongdoing? You are blaspheming the great Moon Goddess! Open the city gates at once!"
Tyrande exerted pressure in the name of the Moon Goddess, and the garrison commander, unable to resist, had no choice but to bite the bullet and order the city gates to be opened.
But strangely, the city gate was as if it had been welded shut, and it couldn't be opened no matter what.
"Lord Tyrande, the city gates cannot be opened."
The garrison commander replied helplessly, a secret joy welling up inside him.
"What exactly happened?" Tyrande asked, frowning.
The commander hesitated for a long time before finally replying, "The Vrykul helped us fortify the city gates."
"Damn it! I warned you long ago that the Vrykul harbored malicious intentions and plotted against our Night Elf race. Why didn't you destroy the city gates?" Tyrande demanded angrily.
The garrison commander stared wide-eyed innocently, explaining, "Lord Tyrande, building a new city gate will take half a month, which is too late. The fortress cannot be without a gate!"
Tyrande's face was grim. He gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long while before ordering, "Blow open the city gates."
The commander was terrified; the Burning Legion's army was like an iron torrent, and the consequences of breaching the fortress would be unimaginable. Sweating profusely, the commander cried out, "Lord Tyrande, you mustn't!"
"In the name of Elune, I command you to blow open the city gates. The great Moon Goddess cannot stand idly by while her allies suffer; she will surely unleash her Thunder wrath and annihilate the Burning Legion. Believe me, I am the Chief Moon Goddess Priestess, and my words are the Elune."
Once again, it was in the name of Elune. The commander gave a bitter smile and could only order his men to prepare explosives.
"Tyrande, shut up, you've gone too far."
Thunder questioning voice rang out, and three hundred Vrykul warriors suddenly appeared on the city wall, clearly due to some kind of teleportation spell, surrounding Tyrande.
Looking at the Vrykul's steel-like bodies, angular faces, and terrifying weapons taller than a person in their hands, Tyrande no longer dared to mention the protection of Elune. Terrified, she remained silent and timid.
"As we depart, we, the Vrykul, offer you one last gift."
A Vrykul female mage walked onto the city wall, where a defeated Orcs army was approaching in the distance.
The Vrykul mage raised her arms high, powerful magic gathering between her hands. With a roar, terrifying Frost slammed into the heads of the Orcs vanguard, freezing thousands of Orcs into ice sculptures.
Thrall was shocked to see this. He saw terrifying dark clouds covering the city walls, with Thunder brewing. He immediately ordered a halt to the advance.
"Tyrande, the Night Elves are capable of doing better than us. You'd better watch out."
Several Vrykul mages opened Portal, and three hundred Vrykul warriors left the Nighthold.
The Burning Legion quickly caught up with the defeated Orcs and human forces, and to the astonishment of the Night Elf soldiers, the main force of the Legion bypassed the defeated army, ignored them, and directly attacked the Night Elf fortress.
The general guarding the city said with a wry smile, "Lord Tyrande, we've encountered actors. Even the clowns of the Darkmoon Faire can't match their acting skills."