When it comes to Kalimdor, night elves are an unavoidable topic.
No way, reality is like this.
Because before the explosion of the ancient Kalimdor continent, the night elves were two troll empires from the north and the south who raised their armies from the Well of Eternity. They killed and conquered all the way. It was natural for them to dance on the graves of Amani and Gurubashi.
Then when the sky fell apart, the Kaldorei Empire blossomed in its center, and the road to Kalimdor today was completely part of the western part of the ancient Kalimdor continent.
If this is not easy to understand, then to go to the extreme, think of ancient Kalimdor as a suona standing on the ground. The Hyjal Mountains have created all ancient civilizations and races, and they can only develop and grow around it.
Nowadays, the center of the civilized zone, which is generally distributed in a ring, has been bombed. Looking at the geographical distribution of night elves in the continent of Kalimdor, are you coming back to your memories?
The core of the conflict between the Horde and the night elves is actually the eastern woodlands of Ashenvale.
The construction of Orgrimmar requires a large amount of high-quality wood, and it is impossible for the tribe to give up the forest land in Ashenvale.
So will the night elves give up their own territory?
Definitely not. It’s not just about cutting down wood. If you dare to enter Warsong Canyon today, will you come to Astlana for team building tomorrow?
This is how the night elves and orcs in other timelines went to die.
From Darkshore to Ashenvale, this is the only remaining elite area of the night elves, and there is no room for orcs to be unrestrained on the side of the bed.
So how did Thrall and Malfurion in this world become fair-weather brothers?
The extremely important prerequisite for all this to happen is time.
Compared to other timelines, the Burning Legion came too early.
So much so that when Malfurion watched Archimonde circle the tree, the first phase of the Orgrimmar project had not yet been completed.
So after establishing a comradeship, Thrall proposed that the tribe wanted to develop and when it needed wood, the night elves were willing to sell it.
After all, the tribe has no territorial claim to Ashenvale. The orcs and their poor friends only want wood.
Nowadays, the rectangular fast-growing economic forest in the eastern part of Ashenvale has become the night elves' key foreign trade product against the tribal forces. As long as the druids can lose face, they have many ways to make money.
Thrall has the confidence to dare to secretly communicate with the alliance.
Because although the tribe is not as large as the alliance, the execution ability of the tribe is much higher than that of the alliance.
Controlling the oil fields in the Barrens, Thrall had a lot of alliance gold coins that he couldn't spend. It was too slow to rely solely on the goblins and pandaren to engage in entrepot trade.
If we don't take advantage of the alliance's current craziness of selling anything and quickly replace all the alliance gold coins in our hands with industrial equipment and magic equipment, and use the fastest speed to strengthen our own strength, we will have to wait until the alliance imposes trade sanctions and technological blockades before we sit back. Even the giant dragon cries because of the pile of alliance gold coins that hurt his butt.
The orcs have no long-term concerns, while the tribe has short-term concerns.
Suramar's biggest enemy is the Alliance, and his biggest enemy is Thrall.
Perhaps the only thing that orcs and humans have in common is the Sha'dorei's black skin and black heart.
Kalimdor is so fertile that even if the night elves leave Ashenvale and Darkshore, there are still countless deep mountains and old forests to explore, and they will never die of hunger.
But without our compatriots, the quality of life will always decline.
Therefore, the night elves who did not want to live a hard life and did not want to pay taxes and servitude to Malfurion and Tyrande naturally chose the woodland near Mount Hyjal to the north, and continued to head south towards Elreshara. gathered in the Feras area where Si is located.
The unfettered life in the mountains and forests is beautiful, but it is even better when small shops naturally grow in the mountains and forests.
The improved relationship between the Horde and the night elves only exacerbated the problem of the large number of northern night elves migrating to the south.
Because there were tribes blocking the road, the night elves in Ashenvale and Darkcoast had to either take a boat or cross the mountains if they wanted to go south. The former cost money and the latter cost lives, so they fully considered the actual situation and it was difficult to leave their homeland.
Now we go directly through Warsong Gulch and take the old crossroads south of Orgrimmar. There are hotels in the densely populated settlements of the tribe, and we go directly to Feralas through the Stonetalon Mountains. Fandral Staghelm's private soldiers also control the mountain transportation. It is convenient for our fellow villagers to travel.
After cooperating with Jaina to nationalize the natural asphalt mine in Un'Goro Crater, Fandral Staghelm fully accepted the Alliance's three trillion war loan.
After making this difficult decision, Fandral Staghelm sold 40% of the shares of Un'Goro Development Co., Ltd. to the tribe the next day for 5 trillion.
On the third day, after Jaina learned about the situation, she once again raised three trillion special war loans for Fandral Staghelm as the executive chairman of Theramore Bank.
To put it bluntly, it was a fight with the tribe.
Do the Alliance and the Horde have that many gold coins? Are they in the trillions or trillions?
Of course not. The Alliance gold coins in the hands of the tribe have always been at the tens of billions level, and they are afraid of losing value. The Alliance gold coins circulating on the market in the Eastern Kingdom have just exceeded one trillion, and the mint has production records that can be checked.
But no matter Kalimdor or the Eastern Kingdoms, no one has ever really played a market economy.
The total of 11 trillion special war loans in the hands of Fandral Staghelm is just a number. It exists in the bank accounts of Theramore and Orgrimmar. It is in the hands of Comrade Fandral, the commander-in-chief of Silithus of the Night Elves. There are two supply lists. As long as he wants something, he can tell the Alliance and Horde commissioners at Cenarion Fortress, sign, and make an account. The Horde and Alliance will directly cover the postage and deliver it to Master Staghelm's door.
Only the sincere Pandaren brothers carefully joined the feast with Pandaria-produced Alliance gold coins that were more valuable than the Alliance's local gold coins, because the equipment of the joint smelting plant in the Emerald Garden could not compare to the regional headquarters of Lordaeron and Dun Morogh. , the gold content is not as high as the limit, it is on the high side.
Today's Pandaria is a panda. Everyone knows that investing in a cannery can bring huge profits. Canned Bunny is the flagship product of the Valley of the Four Winds. The Storm Brewery has entered into three shifts of violent overtime mode after opening up the line between the Alliance and the Horde. .
It's not that the Golden Lotus and the Shado-Pan don't want to join the international arms market, but that the pressure of the Hundred Years' War is still there. The Pandaren's arsenal has no spare capacity to export arms and can only rely on civilian products to earn foreign exchange.
The right time and place were here. Fandral Staghelm was actively planning a plan to eradicate the silithid while using high-intensity messenger exchanges to interact with the separatist families in the north.
What to interact with?
Of course it's Jarod Shadowsong.
Shouting that the marshal is back, and then supporting the army to build an independent country?
Fandral Staghelm is not a fool...
Back then, everyone agreed with Jarod, so he could become the marshal.
So now, what Fandral Staghelm has to do is actually quite simple, to make everyone agree with the Grand Marshal, so it can only be him, Jarod Shadowsong.
Malfurion is not a fool. Apart from the night elves, no one in Azeroth today uses arcane magic. The Alliance and the Horde have successively started the industrialization of magic and elements, and the Quel'dorei and Shal'dorei have There are signs of revival and rise. As long as the orthodox society of Kaldorei is being honest, this forbidden demon may not be lonely.
But what can Malfurion do? This is the absolute political correctness he has spent nearly ten thousand years establishing for the mainstream night elf society. He can't move at all!
Don't forget, the ultra-small Well of Eternity built by Illidan is in Mount Hyjal, with the World Tree growing on it. The night elves' immortality was obtained by using this absolute political correctness.
Malfurion's disciples and grandsons are trying to be superior, because the night elves can only use druid spells.
The pain of the Archdruid lies precisely in this.
The backbone of the people who once supported Malfurion's social reforms are now the core resistance against the night elves' turn.
If Fandral Staghelm hadn't had nothing to lose and no longer feared death, he wouldn't have been able to do this.
Fandral Staghelm did not feel that he had betrayed his teacher Malfurion and betrayed the way of druidry. He was just burning himself for the night elves for the last time.
I'll take the blame, take the blame, be it a warlord or a single man, Jarod Shadowsong and Fandral Staghelm are the ones to blame.
This is the Kaldorei that I have dedicated my life to, and this is the night elf that I have protected for my entire life. Fandral Staghelm will never allow him to see the second great schism of the night elves in his lifetime.
So the night elves must have a true leader.
Teacher Malfurion, I'm sorry, the person I chose is not you.
Secretly heading to Elre'Thalas, Dandemar and Jarod were still useless. Standing in front of the furious Maiev Shadowsong was Fandral Staghelm.
The warden's poisoned blade pierced the druid's palm, and Fandral Staghelm calmed down Maiev Shadowsong's anger with just one sentence.
"If you still admit that your brother is the orthodox Grand Marshal of the Kaldorei, then go and get the original seal for us, the future eldest princess."
"Tell me clearly, what my stupid brother promised you is not like the Fandral Staghelm I know."
Maiev Shadowsong tilted her head and looked past Fandral Staghelm's strong body at his constipated brother. He felt that he was probably too tired. He could fall asleep standing up. This nightmare was quite real. of.
"I've had enough of the terrible current situation of the night elves. It just so happened that the envoy of the Red Dragon Legion informed me that Dragon King Alexstrasza would come to Silithus with Carlos Barov of the Alliance. I need? Between the Dragon King and Carlos Barov Malfurion meets and is prepared, mobilize your apprentices to contact all old connections that can be reached, and Marshal Jarod should have the cheers he deserves at this upcoming event."
Fandral Staghelm loosened his grip on the blade.
"traitor?"
Maiev Shadowsong drew her blade.
"Whatever you think, you siblings can talk about it yourself."
Taking the antidote thrown by Maiev Shadowsong with his uninjured hand, Fandral Staghelm motioned for Dandemar to take him to meet other "comrades", leaving the secret room to the two Shadowsong siblings.
"Give me a reason not to kill you, Jarod."
Maiev Shadowsong took off her helmet and threw it on the ground. She felt wronged, disappointed, sad, and unwilling, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
This was the brother she was most proud of, the brother who shattered all her pride.
After the initial anger was vented, Maiev Shadowsong discovered that her once brilliant brother Jarod, the Grand Marshal, was already a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"I miss you, sister."
Jarod said softly.
Then, Maiev's tears stopped, and she raised the blade again with an angry look.
"What did you do early?"
At that time, the warden's blade was only 0.3 centimeters away from Jarod Shadowsong's carotid artery.
"They want me to be emperor!"
The instinct of survival made the Night Elf Grand Marshal say these words.
