War, only war has never changed. The intelligent beings of Azeroth who thought that peaceful life was bound to come have not yet realized that every day, every moment, every minute and every second from now on may be the end.
After defeating the Burning Legion once again, can a stable life belong to Kalimdor again? The night elves hold a longing for the future and use their own flesh and blood to fill the wounds caused by the demons to the earth.
After destroying the Lich King, the Eastern Kingdom won't have to fight anymore, right? The Alliance thought that the Northern Expedition to Northrend would be the last darkness before dawn.
However, Fandral Staghelm issued a desperate warning to all forces that could ask for help - the night elves were unable to resist the wave of bugmen in Ahn'Qiraj this time.
Tyrande gave a stern warning to her husband's apprentice, warning him not to bring personal emotions into work and to pay attention to his status.
Fandral Staghelm did not verbally refute Tyrande, but humbly stated that he had lost control of his emotions and would pay attention to it in the future.
He just wrote a suicide note to Malfurion, asking Malfurion to take good care of his grandson-in-law. He was too tired and could no longer protect the glory of Kaldorei, so he let himself sleep beside his son and grandson. Bar.
If the Qiraji want to break through the defense line, they should just step on Fandral Staghelm's body. Malfurion's eyes were moist.
Although Sun Tzu's death in battle was a good excuse to cover up the truth, everyone also understood that Fandral lost control of his emotions because of Sun Tzu's death in battle.
But Malfurion understood that behind the loyalty of Staghelm's family, the night elf society was on the edge of an abyss of overall decline.
We really can't mobilize any troops. Since the beginning of the Earthshattering War, the night elves have experienced the pain of social tearing again and again.
The opposition between men and women, the opposition between the upper elf and the ordinary night elf, the opposition between the arcane and the druids, it seems that as long as there are issues that can be opposed, they are all in opposition.
The revival momentum that finally appeared after Dath'Remar left was shattered by the Battle of Quicksand. The night elves once again drove the Burning Legion out of Azeroth without losing the reputation of Kaldorei.
First it was the Well of Eternity, this time it was Mount Hyjal and the World Tree. What else could the night elves sacrifice now? What else could they use to fight against the swarm of insects in Silithus?
Once they give up the search for the remaining legion demons, the only thing waiting for the night elves in the future is the third invasion of the Burning Legion.
But if the troops are not gathered, the collapse of Silithus' defense line is imminent. Fandral's grandson had died in battle, at the outpost where his father had fought.
Fandral once swore never to go to the sad place of Silithus again, but he broke his oath, and Staghelm, who was determined to die, had no intention of leaving Cenarius Fortress alive.
Not to mention cultivation, just a few years are not enough for the night elves to regain their strength. Even the wounds caused by the Burning Legion are still bleeding. Almost every day, intelligence on the population losses caused by scattered demons in the elven villages is reported back. What are we talking about? Develop and grow.
The invasion of the Burning Legion once again caused the social division of the night elves. Many neutral night elves directly broke away from the protection of druids and Elune and fled into the mountains and forests, refusing to fight for Malfurion and Tyran. Germany's regime provides human and material support.
Now if we give up the fight against demons, how can we explain to the fellow villagers that there is a great terror buried in the yellow sand of Silithus.
What is correct may not be accepted. Lies are usually wrapped in honey. Tyrande's public scolding of Fandral was for this reason.
In the last battle of Quicksand, the resurgent night elves tried their best and the three-color dragon army fought regardless of the cost, but they only managed to win without losing.
This time, the night elves fighting alone had no hope of victory.
"It would be great if we had a child. I would send him to Silithus to be Fandral's correspondent."
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
"This way, no one will say that Malfurion of House Stormrage is a coward who only hides behind."
"Dear, I know, we all know that you are not a coward, you are a warrior who truly looks directly at the bloody reality. You are just tired." Holding her husband in her arms, Tyrande comforted the emotionally unstable Marfa Leo.
A hero can be wronged, as long as he doesn't see his apprentice's desperate letter. A man is not called a man without blood and tears. Malfurion will also lose control of his emotions in front of his lover.
"This time, we are really standing on the edge of the cliff. We can't get over this hurdle just relying on me and us." After a brief moment of tenderness, reason overcame sensibility, and Malfurion made a decision about the current situation. Basic judgment.
The night elf armies that obey the orders of Tyrande and Malfurion still number in the millions, far more than the Alliance and Horde combined.
But the night elves have no way to carry out larger-scale social mobilization. If you obey the call, you will die, if you don't obey the call, you will die. It is true that the people of Kaldorei are simple and honest, right?
Can we defeat the bugs by giving up the fight against the demons and pulling all the troops to Silithus? cannot. The essence of the night elves was reduced to ruins by Archimonde. At this time, the Kaldorei had almost used up all the supplies they had accumulated over the past three thousand years. Even the Tree Hole King had no time to repair them, and they lacked heavy war equipment. The night elves cannot defeat powerful enemies just by relying on blood bravery.
Don't forget, many of the veterans of the War of Quicksand are still alive. The night elves know very well what the Qiraji are like, and there is no need for official propaganda or popular science.
You really can’t win!
"Ask the tribe for help." Malfurion looked up to the sky and sighed, making the gesture of an overlord crying. Even if he was asked to kneel down and kowtow, he would accept it.
"Didn't the Horde join the Alliance in the Northern Expedition to Northrend?" Tyrande still looked down upon the orcs, and couldn't understand why Orgrimmar, who only looked at the night elves a few years ago, had become an important target for help.
"Tell them clearly that the spread of the insect tide is like the passage of death, and no creature will be spared. Silithus is the last and only barrier. The insect tide cannot be strangled in the yellow sand. Everything is over."
"Then what does the alliance say? Do you want help?"
"The Alliance, the Alliance is too far away. They are on the other side of the sea... Let's try it. First send people to Theramore to find out what's going on, and then send envoys to Stormwind City and Alterac City to negotiate separately. ." Malfurion is an idealist and can make noble sacrifices again and again for the continuation of the race.
But the Archdruid is also a realist. He is no stranger to the human race. It is too difficult to expect humans to cross the endless sea and engage in a war that seems to have nothing to do with themselves.
When humans face the night elves' request for help, based on the night elves' help to the Eastern Kingdom in the past, they will probably continue to provide material and financial support.
But this time the Battle of Quicksand is repeated, the night elves are not qualified to fight a total war of attrition. Archimonde broke the quicksand seal with one finger. The Kaldorei, who have no time to prepare for war, must fight for the first time. It is guaranteed to survive, otherwise any follow-up support will be impossible.
According to Fandral Staghelm, there are only three months at most before the Qiraji launch their attack, and this time will only shorten, not lengthen.
Unless the Alliance sends reinforcements across the sea as soon as the night elves ask for help, they will come to collect the corpses of the night elves.
It wasn't that Malfurion couldn't trust humans, but that as a leader he harbored such illusions, he might as well take a nap and go to the Emerald Dream to try his luck to see if the master's adoptive mother, Ysera, was there.
