Hokage of Azeroth

(Fine adjustments to the previous article)

"Tylande, you shouldn't have let him out in the first place!" Malfurion scolded Tyrande. "Let him stay in that dungeon. At least he would still be an elf! Instead of becoming a complete elf like now. The devil!"

Tyrande knew he was in the wrong and lowered his head: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this..."

"Isn't this his usual style?" Malfurion asked.

Tyrande said no more.

Rowe: "The Burning Legion lost Tichondrius, but we also lost Illidan. You two, I hope once again that you can seriously consider forming an alliance with the Alliance."

Malfurion almost did not hesitate: "No need to think about it, we promise you to form an alliance with the coalition forces and fight against the Burning Legion together."

Tyrande opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not say anything and remained silent.

Malfurion added: "But before that, we have another thing to do."

"what?"

Malfurion: "I felt the call of a mysterious prophet. He wanted me to go to a place in Mount Hyjal to meet him. My intuition told me that it was necessary for me to meet him."

"Let's set off." He said, then rode the deer and left first.

Tyrande and Rowe followed closely behind.

The three of them left Felwood and rushed towards Mount Hyjal.

After entering the boundary of Mount Hyjal, you can see the majestic World Tree-Nordrassil in the distance.

In the language of the night elves, "Nordrassil" means "Crown of the Sky."

As its name suggests, the tree is indeed like the crown of the sky. Its vast branches and leaves cover the land of Mount Hyjal, making the sunlight here always weak, like a dark night.

The towering World Tree is not only a spectacular sight in Azeroth, but also the source of the night elves' long lifespan.

Unfortunately, it won't be long before this ancient and majestic giant tree will be destroyed by the sound of Cenarius's horn.

Rowe stared at Nordrassil for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and walked on silently.

Finally, the three of them came to a hillside in the woods of Mount Hyjal.

"This is right here." Malfurion looked around, "This is where I saw the mysterious Crow Prophet in my dream last night."

"Dream?" Tyrande was a little surprised.

Malfurion nodded: "Yes. In that dream, I became very passive, like an aimless mortal."

"This has not happened for tens of thousands of years." After a pause, he continued, "The only explanation is that the spiritual power of the crow prophet is far superior to mine, and my dreams are completely under his guidance. Even under control.”

As the archdruid of the night elves and a student of the demigod Cenarius, Malfurion has been traveling in the Emerald Dream for thousands of years, so his mental power is naturally extremely powerful.

Being able to crush him mentally is definitely worthy of anyone's attention.

At this time, Malfurion turned his head and looked around, and saw a human and an orc walking towards him not far away.

The human among them is a young and beautiful female mage. She has blond hair and wears a purple mage robe. Arcane fluctuations echo around her.

The orc is a guy riding a giant wolf. He is tall and holds a square hammer. His style is incompatible with the female mage next to him, but he walks side by side with her.

These two people are of course Jaina and Thrall.

"It's the night elf!" They saw Malfurion and Tyrande, and then saw Rowe behind them, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Lovie, why are you here?"

Luo Wei smiled: "I have been with the elves recently, persuading them to join our alliance."

Sal smiled: "It seems you did it."

Malfurion looked at Rowe: "Who are they?"

Rowe introduced: "This is Miss Jaina Proudmoore, the Archmage of Dalaran. She led the survivors of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to Kalimdor and is one of the leaders of the coalition."

"This is Thrall, another leader of the coalition and the chief of the tribe."

Tyrande frowned: "Why are you here?"

Jaina said: "We were called by a prophet who guided us here... What, are you too?"

Malfurion was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Rowe immediately said: "It seems that the mysterious prophet also hopes that we can unite. Whether we are humans, orcs or night elves, it is our common wish to fight against the Burning Legion."

"That's right." Thrall nodded, then looked at Malfurion and Tyrande, "Two respected night elves, I deeply regret and apologize for the death of demigod Cenarius. As Chief of the tribe, I think I need to explain it clearly to you."

"The orcs are a glorious race. We have made mistakes, and some people have even taken refuge in demons... But under the example of Grommash Hellscream, we have come out of the curse of the past, and Hellscream has also used Action accomplished redemption, destroying Mannoroth at the cost of his own life."

After a statement, Thrall continued: "Now, in the new tribe, everyone is willing to fight against the demons of the Burning Legion like Hellscream. This is the responsibility of all races in Azeroth, and it is ours. Responsibility."

After listening, Malfurion nodded: "I can feel your sincerity, Warchief Thrall. Archimonde's invasion seems to have found a very clever time. If we don't unite, he will His plan may actually succeed."

"So, in order to win this demonic war, on behalf of the entire night elves, I am willing to establish an alliance with you, humans and tribes."

"From now on, we are allies."

Malfurion glanced at Tyrande.

Tyrande still seemed a little reluctant, but after a brief hesitation, he still expressed his attitude: "Welcome, allies of the night elves."

Jaina smiled: "By the way, we don't know your names yet."

"I am Malfurion Stormrage, the Archdruid of the Night Elves." Malfurion said, "This is my lover, Tyrande Whisperwind, the Priestess of the Moon."

Several people chatted for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

At this time, a crow flew in the sky.

The crow hovered for a moment, then fell to the ground and transformed into an old man holding a staff and wearing a robe. His face was mostly covered by a hood, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

Luo Wei looked at this mysterious old man and knew that this was Medivh.

Under the gaze of several people, the old man slowly stepped forward, and his old voice rang out: "I summoned you here in the hope that you can put aside your past grudges and form an alliance to fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion -"

Tyrande said: "We have formed an alliance."

The old man was speechless for a moment, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.