Rise of the blood elves

244【Adopt the plan】

Mount Hyjal Pass, frontline command post.

Every few seconds, a hurried messenger comes in behind the curtain and delivers the latest investigation situation or a report from the frontline troops to the officers who are performing their respective duties.

The officers took the report and quickly scanned it page by page. They used a quill pen to make a few strokes on it if they could handle it. At the same time, they gave a few instructions to the orderlies, who then quickly ran out of the tent and returned to the front line to convey the military orders. .

Those that cannot be handled are handed over to higher-level officers, which is extremely efficient.

These officers are both male and female, and the number of female officers in sentry uniforms even reaches half of the total.The Night Elves are not a male-dominated society, as can be seen from the military alone. This is fundamentally different from the humans in the Eastern Continent.

Productivity determines the status difference between men and women, so that women have always been regarded as men's appendages.

In fact, even the magical city-state Dalaran, known for its advanced thinking, was once a place where discrimination against women often occurred.It was not until 800 years ago that the first female apprentice in human history, Magna Aegwynn, to be trained as a mage appeared for the first time. This caused a huge public controversy at the time, because in the previous 2000 years, even as far back as Thoradin During the Great Emperor's time, among the hundred first-generation mages who were sent to Quel'Thalas for training, there was not a single woman.

But Aegwynn, who finally took over the responsibility of being the guardian of Tirisfal, used her outstanding abilities to break the shackles of decadent ideas, making the people of Dalaran realize that women are no worse than men.

With the liberalization of ideas, a batch of outstanding female mages came to the fore and made indelible contributions to the development of Dalaran.

In the beginning of the search for truth, people are always prone to making the mistake of overcorrecting.

When women were just getting rid of the shackles that had held them for so long, a slogan began to dominate public opinion at the time: "It's discrimination for us to do things like that."Many years later, the slogan changed to "Not letting us do that is discrimination."

Behind the humorous and exaggerated expressions, it alludes to the discomfort and confusion of the women of Dalaran who have been oppressed for a long time when they usher in liberation.

Eventually, with the development of Dalaran society, the confrontation that originated from the difference in status between men and women disappeared and was limited to Dalaran.

It took the women of Dalaran 800 years to turn the rights that they originally had to fight for into something they were born with, as common as breathing.This makes Dalaran people feel very uncomfortable no matter which other human country they go to.

The night elves have a relatively healthy social form.The status of their men and women is astonishingly equal, as if they were deliberately divided.

Elune gave the male night elf a strong physique, and also gave the female night elf the ability to communicate better with her.Men and women each perform their duties, neither escaping from their own position, nor forcing themselves to do things that could be better handled by the other party, or infringing on the rights and interests of the other party.

Although women's softness precludes them from engaging in heavy manual labor, they can spread the blessings of Elune, treat people's injuries and illnesses, and soothe people's hearts.

This is especially true in the army. Compared with male soldiers who can bear the heavy armor and charge into battle, the sentry troops, which are mainly female, can better display their agility and dexterity. They often serve as quick reaction troops and eliminate once for the tribe. an imminent threat.

Male night elves are always masculine, gentle but never feminine.

Women are always feminine, they may be heroic, but they will never be masculine. Even if they have a tragic upbringing and bear too many unbearable burdens, they will only become tough and independent, rather than helplessly showing off their masculine appearance to better serve others. Protect your own rights because in the night elves' concept, strength and responsibility have never been exclusive to men, and naturally they will not become neutral because of this.

The catastrophe of 1 years ago made the night elves see many things clearly.

In contrast, human beings have experienced too much sadness and helplessness due to the difference in status between men and women.But it is undeniable that human beings are also making progress.

In the center of the tent, senior generals gathered around a sand table that included parts of Mount Hyjal and northern Felwood, discussing tactics in low voices.

Jarod Shadowsong propped himself on the sand table with one hand, and held the battlefield intelligence compiled by his staff in the other hand.

"Sure enough, the Burning Legion has changed its attack plan. Now it is not the undead troops preparing to attack outside the mountain pass, but their main demonic force." After a moment, he handed the document to the general beside him.

The generals began to circulate among themselves.

"It seems that they have discovered that the intelligence has been leaked. Fortunately, we have a second set of plans." A general said, "I hope both humans and orcs are prepared."

Jarod nodded, worry flashing in his eyes.

The change of the demon's vanguard offensive force means that most of the night elves' previous deployments must be changed as needed. This time of going back and forth often gives the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of, leading to the resistance of the first line of defense in Yamaguchi. Less time than expected.

It is inevitable to withdraw to the second line of defense in advance and bear the next attack together with the human base.

Although the Mount Hyjal Alliance is called the Alliance, the three internal forces have no experience in coordinated operations, and a hasty integration will only hinder each other.

So after some communication, Jaina and Thrall led their respective troops and established defensive positions outside the night elves' fifteen lines of defense, located at two thirds of the mountain route.

What Jarod is worried about is that there is not much time left for the two to completely stabilize the defense.According to Malfurion, the key to the entire battle lies in the prophet's spells. They must try their best to delay the demon and buy enough time for the prophet.

"Send a message to the defense lines behind, asking them to be prepared to withstand attacks in advance, including humans and orcs." Jarod ordered.

The messenger who was waiting at the side immediately took the order and ran out quickly.

As he opened the curtain, an officer came in, saluted Jarod respectfully, and whispered in his ear: "Commander, your wife is waiting for you outside."

"Why is Sarah Hill here?" Jarod frowned, then nodded, "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he walked out of the tent with a gloomy expression. Sure enough, he saw a thin figure in an uninhabited corner of the camp, and couldn't help but walk over quickly.

Under Sarah Hill's gentle gaze, the resentment in Jarod's heart dissipated. After looking at his wife for a while, he couldn't help but hug her tightly, then held her slender shoulders, helplessly Said: "This is not the place you should come. Don't I want you to stay in the rear?"

Sarah Hill was born frail, and even though she was protected from disease with the blessing of the World Tree, her physique was far inferior to that of most night elf women.

Jarod has taken great care of her. It has been almost 1 years, but the relationship between the two is still the same, making countless others envious.

Sarah Hill smiled and held the broken hair on her husband's forehead, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Jarod, I couldn't feel relieved, so I came to see you. Don't worry, I won't interfere with your work. "

Jarod looked at Sarah Hill with a smile for a while, and then said after a while: "Come on, I will take you to my tent first. Then wait for me there for a while, and I will go there after I finish what I am doing." Accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Jarod added: "You can only stay for one day, okay? The front line is too dangerous."

Sarah Hill smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

So Jarod took his wife's hand and walked towards the end of the camp.

After being away from everyone's sight, the gentleness on Jarod's face suddenly turned cold. He let go of his wife's hand, took a few steps back, drew his sword with a "choking" and pointed it at his "beloved wife".

"What's wrong with you"

Sarah Hill was forced back by the sharp sword, her eyes instantly filled with mist, and even her voice trembled slightly. She obviously didn't understand why her husband suddenly changed his appearance.

"Show yourself, devil, Sarah Hill would never call me by my full name."

Sarah Hill was stunned when she heard this, and then she showed her original expression. A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said in a hoarse and evil male voice: "Since you have seen through it a long time ago, why did you follow me to such a secluded place?" Where is the corner?”

Before Jarod could react, "her" body suddenly swelled up, and with a "hiss" sound, the delicate lavender skin was torn like rags. A head with two horns, covered in fur, A satyr with goat-like hoofed feet emerged from it.

In an instant, a layer of evil energy appeared on the Satyr's claws, and he grabbed at Jarod without any explanation.

But Jarod stood calmly on the spot, showing no intention of dodge.

"die"

At the critical moment, there was a sudden flash of cold light in the air, and Sartre's head spun and flew out, landing on the ground and rolling far away.The shadow of the headless corpse squirmed a few times, and a female watcher slowly stood up from it, holding a bloody wheel saw in her hand.

"thump"

The corpse fell to the ground.

Maiev expressionlessly kicked off the arm covering her feet and said, "It seems that more than one demon has sneaked in."

Jarod stared at the demon's corpse in silence.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and the guards and generals in the command post who heard the movement rushed over, "Commander, are you okay?"

Jarod did not respond, but looked at Maiev.

Maiev looked around the crowd, with deep colors surging in her eyes, as if she was looking for the demon pretender among these people.After a while, she nodded to Jarod.

Seeing this, Jarod breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his subordinates: "I'm fine. You should return to the fighting position immediately and order the troops to prepare for battle. When the news comes out, it is said that I have died at the hands of the demon assassin. I will Let’s see what these demons are planning.”

When the generals were ordered to leave, Maiev frowned and reprimanded: "Are you crazy? The morale of the army will be weakened."

Jarod smiled and said: "Sister, you underestimate my soldiers too much."

At the same time, in a valley in the hinterland of Mount Hyjal.

The place is filled with green mist, making it difficult to see. You can vaguely see the green mist flowing from a moon well. It seems that there is a druid using the magic of the well water to communicate with the unknown existences in the Emerald Dream.

"Why why you have promised me that as long as I can trap Ysera, you will return my Valastan to me."

A hysterical roar echoed through the valley.

"Don't be impatient, my Great Druid of Staghelm. You have done a good job, but you are still not ready. If you just do me a small favor, not only Valastan, but also your deceased wife can come back to you."