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"Good, very good! Since we refuse to associate with the fallen, is there anyone else who thinks the same way? Form a Pure Vanguard immediately. Step forward and sign up. Arcane and Holy Light will never taint them. Fandral Staghelm has already volunteered first." Tyrande clapped and applauded. She wanted to see which blockheads thought this way.

"Me, I count as one!" Another Druid stepped forward. He said loudly, "I don't want to fight alongside the fallen. Nor do I want the evil Holy Light to contaminate our purity."

"Excellent, truly excellent! Worthy of the Night Elves who adhere most firmly to the way of nature, never compromising with Arcane or Holy Light. Is there anyone else? Come out quickly. I will have them form a separate vanguard, with no Arcane fire support and no Holy Light healing or enhancement.

"I will carve the words 'The Purest Night Elves' upon their graves, so people will remember you forever and commemorate your devotion to nature and purity." As Tyrande offered her praise, she also told them to remain pure to the end and cut themselves off from Arcane and Holy Light.

Night Elves lived long lives, and most were educated, experienced members of society. Aside from a handful of stubborn fools, the rest had faced trials of life and death on the front lines. Naturally, they knew how difficult it was to fight Orcs without the support of the High Elves' Mage Corps and the Holy Light Hunters—and how easily they could die from one careless mistake.

So no matter how noble or correct Tyrande's proclaimed values sounded, very few truly responded. The scattered volunteers could not even fill the fingers of two hands.

All those who stepped forward were Druids. When they saw that only a few of them were