Malfurion actually knows everything.
Whether it's the ambiguity between his brother and his wife or the conflict between his master's family and his country.
Winning that battle back then was too thrilling and too coincidental.
Especially that guy Crassus.
The orc Brok and the human Ronin are the guys who have appeared in the past ten or twenty years. Malfurion does not have the spare time to pay attention to the information on the other side of the sea at any time. But the red dragon Krasus, Malfurion would ask a familiar dragon to investigate once every three hundred years.
It really exists!
Six hundred years ago, when he learned that there was really a young red dragon walking the human world under the alias Krasus, Malfurion truly believed in the existence of fate.
I also believed that everything I did was correct.
The blessing of Elune, the blessing of the ancestors, and the power of traveling through time helped the Kaldorei elves win the battle of Earthshattering.
But can this kind of victory be replicated?
Malfurion thought not.
If there had been no outside intervention in the Kaldorei Empire back then, Queen Azshara would have succeeded, and she would have become the queen of Sargeras and the mistress of the Burning Legion.
Can today's night elves defeat the Burning Legion again?
Malfurion will not forget the great terror that cannot be blocked by the Well of Eternity. It is the highest existence that is incomparable and cannot be disobeyed. It is the invincible Sargeras.
It was because Malfurion clearly understood the horror of the Burning Legion that he desperately stopped the night elves from using arcane magic, even if it was against Dath'Remar's sword.
Thousands of years have passed by, and now Malfurion is respected as the Archdruid by people, and there are still a few old guys who remember that the Stormrage family used to be the masters of thunderstorms.
It was the sixth millennium after the ancient continent of Kalimdor fell apart. After a long political struggle, Malfurion had gained the upper hand in public opinion, and a complete ban on magic had become a general consensus within night elf society.
But how could the forces of the High Elf lineage be willing to lose? A civil war seemed inevitable.
At this time, Dath'Remar Sunstrider found Malfurion Stormrage and asked him the simplest and most straightforward question.
"If the Burning Legion invades again, do you have enough strength to protect your homeland?"
After a long argument, no one could be convinced. Dath'Rema's patience was exhausted and he made his final request.
"Let's duel and start a civil war. You don't want to be the sinner, and neither do I. So bring the disputes of thousands of people to the two of us. If you win, let's go. If I win, you are not allowed to interfere with us anymore." Use magic."
Malfurion agreed.
There were no bystanders in that battle.
In that battle, Malfurion did not use druid spells.
In that battle, Malfurion used his purest arcane talent to defeat Dath'Remar head-on.
My stupid Odoudou, I chose to practice the way of druidry because there is no one in the Stormrage family who can teach me. If I want to advance further in the way of magic, I must learn from Queen Azshara.
An Neng's humiliation makes me unhappy.
"Why are you?"
Although Dath'Remar's words were unclear, Malfurion understood what he meant.
"Because magic can't save the Kaldorei."
During this battle, Malfurion convinced Dath'Rema that a cook who could lay eggs was the best omelette maker.
When Dath'Remar left with the night elves who were unwilling to give up the path of magic as promised, Malfurion finally took full control of the leadership of the night elves.
At this time, the seventh millennium after the Cataclysm has arrived.
Before he could fully display his talents, Malfurion had to face the unexpected quicksand battle again.
The cost of this battle was so heavy that it directly destroyed the night elves' prosperous situation.
The brutal battle of Quicksand made the dragon army feel pain, not to mention the night elves who were the absolute main force on the ground. The veterans accumulated over seven thousand years were all veterans as capable as Dandemar. At most ten could survive. one.
What's worse is that the tragic victory in the Battle of Quicksand directly shook the foundation of Malfurion's rule.
If we still had magic...
A good leader must always learn new knowledge and reflect on himself.
A good leader will never doubt himself every now and then.
Malfurion knew very well that the way of the Druid was not a panacea. It was just a helpless choice to fill the vacancy of night elf spellcasters after voluntarily giving up arcane magic.
Malfurion had never been superstitious about Cenarius, nor would he arrogantly believe that Azeroth was the best in Druidry.
It was during the Battle of Quicksand that Malfurion realized the shortcomings of druid magic, and then stayed in the Emerald Dream for a long time to practice, and even became indifferent to his wife Tyrande.
Unlike the young night elves who like to have delusions now, Malfurion and the others have really seen how powerful the Kaldorei Empire was back then.
It was this clear sense of dislocation that stung Malfurion's heart at any time, making him extremely soberly aware that he really could not go back.
The Kaldorei Empire of those days can never go back.
Therefore, for the current stability of the ethnic group, overcorrection must be overcorrected.
Although there are no auxiliary laws, the ancient night elf argument itself is a deliberate indulgence hinted by Malfurion.
It was just the disastrous defeat in Desolation Land and the annihilation of 300,000 troops. Fandral Staghelm could not bear the blame, so Malfurion had no choice but to stand up.
Two hundred thousand and three hundred thousand. Even though the night elves have a long lifespan and are versatile, they cannot withstand this kind of loss of troops.
Taking out a strange-shaped horn, Malfurion blew it in Poplar Valley, and all the night elves in Azeroth who had received the blessing of Nordrassil heard the melodious and low sound.
"Stormhorn?"
On the Endless Sea, at the Broken Islands, in the Black Crow Castle, Jarod and Dandemar, who had retrieved the sword of the Ravensky family, were wrangling with the dead elves.
At this time, the two of them were stunned at the same time, and then listened intently.
"Three long and one short..."
"Is the situation already so critical?"
"Are we..."
"Garold, you did not take the oath, so continue what you have to do."
"Dandema, who are you looking down on? I am also a night elf!"
"Garold, two long and one short is full mobilization, but three long and one short is not."
"Who knows what happened, I thought Malfurion blew it wrong."
"That was added after you left."
"What do you mean, this is a horn sound."
"I'll leave it to you to find the water bottle. I have to take the first step."
"Speak clearly to me!"
"Dandema, I never thought that Malfurion was definitely right, nor did I think that he was more suitable to lead the night elves than you. So I found you, so I pulled you to help Illidan. You have to remember, What we do now is equally important.”
"Then why don't you accompany me through all this?"
“Because the oath was made to be kept, I was called and must answer.”
The sound of three long and one short horns that only the blessed night elves could hear still resounded throughout the world. Illidan clenched his fists and responded to Vashj's concern indifferently.
"nothing."
