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Tyrande Murmevent : son rôle dans la guerre des épines

Lundi 06 août 2018 à 17h15, par

tyrande murmevent : son role dans la guerre des epines

Alors que l'Alliance s'apprête à lancer la bataille de Lordaeron, de nombreuses questions rentent en suspens concernant l'incendie de Teldrassil

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Alors que Tyrande n'est apparue que pour sauver Malfurion et s'enfuir avec lui, son rôle semble bien plus important dans le roman Élégie disponible avec l'édition collector de Battle for Azeroth. Nos confrères de Wowhead ont pu se le procurer et nous donner plus d'informations sur son rôle dans la guerre des épines. On y apprend notamment qu'elle est sur le point de tuer Saurcroc lorsqu'elle le rencontre.

Découvrez les informations principales sur le rôle de Tyrande à la suite de cet article. Notez que dans les livres, la rencontre entre Tyrande et Saurcroc est complètement différente de la scène en jeu.

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Romans Élégie et Une guerre honorable

  • L'édition collector de Battle for Azeroth contient 2 nouvelles : Élégie et Une guerre honorable.
  • Chaque nouvelle fait environ 70 pages et retrace la guerre des épines du points de vue des factions.
  • De nombreuses informations sont présentes dans le livre et sont absentes en jeu.
  • Plusieurs scènes des quêtes de l'incendie de Teldrassil sont bien plus détaillées dans le livre.
La rencontre entre Tyrande et Saurcroc est beaucoup plus détaillée dans le livre Élégie

La rencontre entre Tyrande et Saurcroc est beaucoup plus détaillée dans le livre Élégie

La lettre à Malfurion

  • Depuis la fin de la guerre contre la Legion, Tyrande est à Hurlevent pour représenter son peuple.
  • Elle écrit une lettre à Malfurion pour lui faire part de son ressenti.
  • Elle est consciente de l'escalade des tensions entre les factions.
  • Pour elle, l'azérite est trop précieuse et il faut l'utiliser pour soigner Azeroth.
  • Elle est rassurée par Anduin, en qui elle n'avait pas beaucoup confiance au début.
  • Elle se réjouit que des Prêtres soient chefs des Nains, Humains, Draenei et Elfes de la nuit.
  • Tyrande explique avoir approuvé le plan d'envoyer des troupes en Silithus.

”I would not bet against you, King Greymane.” Tyrande turned her glowing gaze to Anduin. “You are right, King Anduin. Things are escalating. When I received your last missive, I sent orders to General Feathermoon to be prepared to receive soldiers. If we are all in agreement on this, I stand ready to dispatch them immediately. They can reach Silithus before the Horde does.

My love,

Although I miss you and the scents, sights, and sounds of our beloved city, my time in Stormwind is well spent.

For the first time in what seems too long, we are in perfect accord with our fellow members of the Alliance as to how to proceed. Azerite is too precious, and our world too valuable, for us to hesitate at any chance to defend it. What horrors might Sylvanas and her Forsaken create? What dire weapons might the goblins craft or the orcs and trolls devise? I am glad that the last shipment of defenders has departed for Feralas and that our army stands ready to act the instant it must.

Although I deeply respected the late king Varian, I must confess I had my concerns about young Anduin. I am pleased to report that he is proving every day to be a worthy successor to his father. He is so terribly young—but then, so very many are to us, are they not? And yet, he is either wise himself or willing to listen to wisdom, which is perhaps more important. It is wondrous to think that our people, the humans, the Draenei, an the dwarves all have priests in leadership positions.

Yet Anduin speaks of hope for a lasting peace even as we prepare for war. The loss of innocence is always bitter, but it is only with our eyes fully open that we can lead.

I am glad to be here to teach him what I may, and I am glad that he is listening.

Until next we embrace, my Malfurion.

Réunion de crise à Hurlevent

  • Lorsque les leaders de l'Alliance apprennent les plans de la Horde, une réunion de crise est organisée à Hurlevent.
  • Tyrande se rend auprès des réfugiés qui affluent par des portails dans le Sanctum des Mages.
  • Malfurion a ordonné l'évacuation complète de toute la région, faisant comprendre à l'Alliance que la bataille est perdue d'avance.
  • Cependant, les Elfes de la nuit organisent la résistance contre la Horde pour gagner du temps et évacuer les civiles.
  • Les Elfes organisent de nombreuses embuscades et ralentissent considérablement la Horde.
  • Tyrande aimerait aller se battre, mais elle reste pour s'occuper des réfugiés.
Malgré la débâcle, les Elfes opposent une résistance farouche à la Horde

Malgré la débâcle, les Elfes opposent une résistance farouche à la Horde

The guard caught his breath, but when he spoke, it was not to his king. “Lady Tyrande—there’s been an attack—evacuations—beginning. Refugees—coming through portals.”

Tyrande went very still. For a moment, she looked like a statue, even more beautiful that Haidene in the Temple of the Moon. Only the vein beating rapidly at her throat broke the illusion. Then: “Take me to them.”

There were already a dozen refugees gathered by the time the four leaders reached the Wizard’s Sanctum.

Now, though, as if watching a transformation subtler but every bit as significant as that of Genn turning into his morgen form, he beheld the change in the Kaldorei leader from priestess to warrior.

She lifted her head, and when she spoke, her voice was calm and steady. “The Horde is attacking Ashenvale.”

”King Anduin?” It was the Sentinel—Eriadnar, Anduin thought her name was. “This is only the beginning. Shando Malfurion has issued orders for a complete evacuation—not only of the city but of the surrounding area of Darkshore.”

Then he believes there is no hope. No one said it, but he could see that everyone present shared his thoughts.

Tyrande slipped an arm around a mother carrying an infant. When she spoke, her voice trembled for the first time since this horrifying ordeal had begun. “I long to return and fight beside my husband. But my people need to know that someone is here for them when they come through. And so…I will stay.”

Her eyes flashed. “For now.”

Tyrande part pour Sombrivage

  • Alors que la Horde a contourné le mur de feu-follets, Malfurion part se battre contre Sylvanas.
  • Tyrande annonce aux réfugiés et aux chefs de l'Alliance que Malfurion a fait ses adieux.
  • Anduin refuse de laisser Tyrande rejoindre Malfurion
  • Il pense qu'elle est plus utile pour son peuple vivante.
  • Tyrande part tout de même, utilisant le pouvoir d'Elune pour retrouver son bien aimé.
  • Anduin lui confie une pierre de foyer vers Hurlevent.
  • Alors qu'elle survole Teldrassil, elle constate avec déchirement les mouvements de panique qui agitent Darnassus.
Malgré les avertissements d'Anduin, Tyrande s'envole pour Sombrivage

Malgré les avertissements d'Anduin, Tyrande s'envole pour Sombrivage

The high priestess slowly lifted her head. “Malfurion Stormrage has made his farewells.”

The refugees who heard her gasped. A few began to weep. Velen and Genn looked stunned, and Anduin couldn’t breathe.

Tyrande continued, still speaking with eerie composure while the girl clung to her. “The Horde attacked him and his soldiers from behind, and the wisps are scattered. Now, my beloved goes to face Sylvanas Windrunner, to hold the line while more Kaldorei escape a city that will soon become a prison.” She rose, stiffly, “ Go to join him.”

“Tyrande, you can’t,” Anduin said.

Tyrande seemed to come to life all at once, whipping her head around to stare at him. The girl, startled, drew back and stepped aside.

“Are you sure you wish to say that to me?” Tyrande asked, her voice shaking.

Calmly, he replied, “You would leave your people without a leader, at a time when they need one more than ever.” He pointed to the hundreds of night elves huddled in the cathedral, “Genn and Velen and I have already pledged to help the Kaldorei recover the World Tree. Die now, and you buy them a few hours. Live, and you will buy them a future.”

For answer, Tyrande simply stood straighter and remained silent.

The high priestess bent to listen to her [Mia’s] words. “We hear that the Horde has destroyed the wisps, that the Sentinels are all dead, and that the Horde approaches with arcane fire to burn the World Tree.”

“None of those are true,” Tyrande said. “But…the Horde is coming.” She paused, wishing she need not utter the awful words. “And they will take Darnassus.”

Mia took a sharp breath, then squared her shoulders and nodded. “Are you here to help with the evacuations?”

“I cannot,” and Tyrande’s voice broke as her eyes swept the scene. “Malfurion goes to fight Sylvanas. I must aid him. If he wins that battle, the Horde will suffer a severe blow to their morale. They could even become disorganized for a time, which could allow more of our citizens to escape.

It was night. From atop her hippogryph, Tyrande beheld the grim sight of hundreds of night elves fleeing towards Darnassus from other parts of the World Tree, surging into the city and covering every inch of the pale white stone of its streets and the green of its grasses. And as the feathered wings of the great creature beat steadily, Tyrande’s heart broke even further.

For half a heartbeat, she wanted nothing more than to bring the hippogryph down, to die fighting alongside these courageous Kaldorei who knew the best they could do was take the enemy down with them as they fell. But Anduin was rightL she could not leave her people leaderless. She and Malfurion were needed more than ever.

“Forgive me,” she whispered to the Kaldorei soldiers, shivering from more than the bite of the night air. “But know you will be remembered.”

La rencontre avec Saurcroc

  • Lorsque Tyrande arrive sur les lieux, elle lance un puissant sort à Saurcroc qui est immobilisé.
  • Elle utilise ses pouvoirs pour soulever Saurcroc et le projeter au sol violemment, manquant de le tuer.
  • Des pointes de lumière se forment tout autour de Saurcroc, prêtes à l'empaler.
  • Saurcroc n'implore pas la pitié de Tyrande et la regarde dans les yeux.
  • Malgré sa rage, Tyrande reconnaît en Saurcroc un guerrier honorable et sent qu'il regrette son geste.
  • Elle espère qu'en épargnant Saurcroc, il épargnera les civiles à son tour.
  • Tyrande laisse Saurcroc vivre et repart à Hurlevent avec Malfurion.
Saurcroc blesse très gravement Malfurion dans un geste déshonorable

Saurcroc blesse très gravement Malfurion dans un geste déshonorable

Tyrande cried out and sprang from the hippogryph. Elune’s light, blazing and bright and white, flooded the area. His back to her, Saurfang froze where he stood, gripped by her spell as if turned to stone. As Tyrande’s feet touched the ground, she shoved one hand forward hard. The orc was lifted up and flung to the side. He struck the earth heavily but was still alive.

Tyrande stood over her beloved as Saurfang looked up at her. The light she had summoned had re-formed into radiant, deadly spikes of illumination that hung over the orc’s white head. He squinted in the brightness, panting, but made no move to attack.

I can strike him down with a thought. And yet he meets my eyes and does not plead for mercy.



The lethal points of Elune’s light responded to her rage, becoming terribly, deathly, still. Their sharp tips pointed at his through. She longed to release them. But she did not. Tyrande had seen little enough honor from the Horde, and she believed Saurfang was ashamed. How long had he stood there, not striking the death blow—he, the high overload, a warrior who had shed blood a thousand times over?

The Horde would take Darnassus. When they did, a general who believed in honor, and who had received mercy, might in turn show mercy to the Kaldorei prisoners.

Still his axe did not move.

And then, very suddenly, she could not move at all.

Bright light enveloped Saurfang, paralyzing him, making it impossible to twitch a muscle. A nightly blow slammed into his head, throwing him five paces away. He hit the ground hard. The wind left his lungs in a single rush as he tumbled to a painful stop. When he looked up he saw the light of Elune, in all its fury and beauty.

Tyrande Whisperwind.

She stood above her mate, arms raised, white dress rippling in the soft breeze. A dozen points of Elune’s light hovered over Saurfang’s head, poised for a final blow.

The orc did not move. His head was ringing. Those daggers of light trembled above him.

Struck down by the powers of justice? It felt appropriate.

Retour à Hurlevent et incendie de Teldrassil

  • De retour à Hurlevent, Tyrande constate de la fumée qui sort des portails vers Darnassus.
  • Elle pense qu'un feu s'est déclaré à Darnassus pendant la bataille.
  • Tyrande aide les réfugiés en soignant leurs brûlures.
  • Dans Darnassus, les dernières prêtresses prient Elune pour leur apporter la paix.
  • Elune leur offre le repos, et elles sombrent dans le sommeil, ignorant la douleur de la mort.
  • Alors que Genn passe le portail avec Mia et un enfant, il apprend à Tyrande que l'arbre à brûlé.
  • Tyrande a du mal à y croire.
  • Tyrande s'approche de la dernière Kaldorei survivante et l'appelle Finel.
  • À la fin du roman, Anduin se prépare à la guerre et Tyrande entonne un chant pour la jeune Kaldorei.
Alors que Tyrande soigne les brûlés, elle apprend que la Horde a incendié Teldrassil

Alors que Tyrande soigne les brûlés, elle apprend que la Horde a incendié Teldrassil

Smoke was coming through the portals, and Tyrande Whisperwind despaired.

Now, at last, the semblance of calm shattered., Panic was on the faces of the night elves; they raced through the portals into the Wizard’s Sanctum, trying to escape a fire that had inexplicably broken out in Darnassus—

“Clear the area! We need to make room, now!” Anduin shouted.

The Stormwind guards were quick to obey, picking up night elf children and rushing alongside their parents down the ramp and out into the open.

But more room would not make a difference. The fire was too much, too fast, and it was no ordinary flame. It reeked of magic bent to a task so cruel, so utterly devoid of even a scrap of compassion, Tyrande could scarcely wrap her mind around it. Have I tempted fate with my arrogance, Elune? Is Sylvanas Windrunner beyond even your light, that she was burn Darnassus?

Heat buffeted Tyrande’s face, evaporating tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. Against all her instincts, she pulled back, letting someone take her place, and forced calm on herself. In this moment, when seconds counted, she could assist in a better way.

Elune…please let me help them…

And all around her, there was an intake of welcome breath as damaged lungs were healed.

The last three priestesses of Elune in Teldrassil prayed. They did not ask for healing or for rescue.

They asked for mercy.

And their goddess heard them as Astarii began to sing.

By the moons’ glow, listen. Beside the river, listen. Holding those you love, listen. To the cries of the dying, To the whisper of the wind over the silent dead….

Sleep brushed Astarri’s mind, feather soft, honey sweet. The pain disappeared. She let out a sigh. All around her, she heard similar sounds.

The fire was relentless. The smoke would kill them, and the flames would devour their flesh and even their bones. Only ash would remain. But they would feel nothing.

He looked up at Tyrande, and the utter bleakness of his expression spoke more clearly than words the depth of what had happened.

“The tree is burning,” he said. His voice was hard and laced with pain.

“You mean Darnassus?” Tyrande asked, her words catching in her through.

“The tree,” Genn repeated. “I’m sorry, High Priestess. The Horde has burned the World Tree.” His eyes, bloodshot from the smoke, narrowed. “They will pay for this. I swear to you—they will pay!”

Tyrande closed her eyes. “I said the tree would not be…” Her voice broke, She opened her eyes and looked at the child she held in her arms, covered with soot, but whole. Healthy. Alive. Tears slipped slowly down her cheeks. “What is her name?” She asked softly.

Mia shook her head weakly. “I don’t know.”

“Then, little one, I shall name you Finel. ‘The last.’ For you are the last Kaldorei to escape with your life.”

Then, so softly that Anduin could barely hear her, the high priestess of the night elves began to sing.

O little last one, listen
To the song my broken heart will ever sing
Of the story of the Tree of the World
And the death of all the dreams
It once cradled in its mighty boughs.

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Fichtrement BADASS comme Divinité quand même Elune !
Accorder à ses prêtresses les plus dévouées une mort douce et paisible alors qu'elles brûlent vive, c'est monstrueux
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Ha oui ... le fameux sort qui immobilise l’adversaire. Il est assez rébarbatif celui là.
Listants
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Tyrande part pour Sombrivage

Anduin refuse de laisser Tyrande "rejoidre" Malfurion


Petite faute de frappe à "rejoidre"
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Dans Darnassus, les dernières prêtresses prient Elune pour leur apporter la paix.
Elune leur offre le repos, et elles sombrent dans le sommeil, ignorant la douleur de la mort.


Maudits oignons ninja :'(
Xano
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C'est vraiment dommage de ne pas avoir ces informations directement en jeu. Mais bon.
hello
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J'ai l’impression de jouer à un MMO en DLC !
Obliger d'avoir des infos annexes sur d'autres supports pour comprendre l'histoire complète.

xD
Zecharia
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Citation de helloJ'ai l’impression de jouer à un MMO en DLC !
Obliger d'avoir des infos annexes sur d'autres supports pour comprendre l'histoire complète.

xD

Je partage cette sensation, et je trouve ça super dommage que la scène telle que décrite dans le livre n'ait pas eu lieu dans le jeu. Cela vide un peu tout le moment de son intensité.
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"Lorsque Tyrande arrive sur les lieux, elle lance un puissant sort à Saurcroc qui est immobilisé.
Elle utilise ses pouvoirs pour soulever Saurcroc et le projeter au sol violemment, manquant de le tuer.
Des pointes de lumière se forment tout autour de Saurcroc, prêtes à l'empaler.
Saurcroc n'implore pas la pitié de Tyrande et la regarde dans les yeux.
Malgré sa rage, Tyrande reconnaît en Saurcroc un guerrier honorable et sent qu'il regrette son geste.
Elle espère qu'en épargnant Saurcroc, il épargnera les civiles à son tour."

On a pas du assister aux même évènement en faite xD
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Citation de MeanecoulepasFichtrement BADASS comme Divinité quand même Elune !
Accorder à ses prêtresses les plus dévouées une mort douce et paisible alors qu'elles brûlent vive, c'est monstrueux


Beaucoup pense que N'zoth ou Sylvanas serons les boss de fin de BFA moi je pense plutôt que.

Elune et Magni serons les dernier boss du dernier raid qui auras lieu a Teldrassil car je suis sur que Blibli vas nous réserver de belle surprise avant le retour de l'empire noir et de la disparition de Zandalar et kul'thiras pour laissé la place Ny'Alotha

Car effectivement au lieu de sauver ses enfant elle préfère leur accordé la mord, je pense que Sylvanas nous cache également la vérité sur le secret quel détient la suite de sont agissement bientôt avec le retour de Khadgar
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Citation de MeanecoulepasFichtrement BADASS comme Divinité quand même Elune !
Accorder à ses prêtresses les plus dévouées une mort douce et paisible alors qu'elles brûlent vive, c'est monstrueux


Je veux Elune en chef de guerre

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