Moira smiled slightly, "That's easy. As long as I gain my father's trust, he will surely fall for it."
Muradin shook his head with a stern face and said, "Moira, you must be careful. Your father doesn't easily trust anyone."
Moira was extremely confident in her acting skills, and was able to completely fool Emperor Thaurissan; Moira's abilities were quite remarkable.
Having made up her mind, Moira removed her dazzling jewels, washed away her finery, and dressed in simple clothes, returning alone to Ironforge.
Upon seeing her father, Magni Bronzebeard, Moira first obediently apologized. "Father, I know I was wrong. I let my emotions cloud my judgment and did something foolish."
Magni looked his daughter up and down and asked, "Do you know what you did wrong?"
Moira said self-deprecatingly, "I thought it was love, but it was just lust for Anduin's looks and body. It was nothing more than desire in my heart, not love at all."
Magni chuckled and nodded in satisfaction.
"Daughter, you've finally come to your senses. It's remarkable that you can see through all this at your age. But I still have to teach you: love is just a pure and beautiful imagination; it has never actually existed. Dwarf always deceived by appearances. If Anduin looked like an ugly Goblin and was as poor as a Kobold miner, would you still like him?"
Moira imagined this scene in her mind and made a vomiting gesture:
"That would only disgust me. I understand. I will never be fooled by human appearances again. Father, what do you plan to do with Anduin? He is, after all, the Prince of Stormwind City."
Magni looked at his daughter with some suspicion, guessing that he still had feelings for Anduin, and said in a low voice, "I've planned this all along. Thrall wants Anduin as Vessel, but I'm not a cowardly King Varian. I'll make Thrall pay the price."
Moira pondered Anjing for a while, then said with concern:
"Father, Thrall considers himself the Savior and enjoys a very high reputation in Azeroth. People believe in him. If we forcibly demand Anduin in the name of saving the world, we will face unimaginable pressure. Why not just hand Anduin over to Thrall?"
Hearing her daughter say this, Magni was very pleased and smiled:
"Daughter, don't worry, our Bronzebeard Clan is not to be trifled with. If Thrall provokes me, I have ways to deal with him."
Seeing the puzzled look on his daughter's face, Magni waved his hand and said with a smile:
"Fine, fine, you were bound to find out sooner or later anyway. Come with me, and I'll show you the secrets of the Bronzebeard Clan."
Magni led the way, taking Moira to a secret underground chamber. Gazing at the dazzling array of Titans Relics, Moira stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Magni, standing to the side, introduced with a smile:
"Long ago, we were protected by a great being and became kings of Ironforge. These Titans Relics each have their uses and are the most powerful weapons King can possess. You've grown up; you should have a Titans Relic for protection. If you've chosen one, I'll teach you how to use it."
Moira pointed to a hammer floating in the air and asked, "What is this? I feel a connection between it and me."
Magni smiled and said:
"This is the Dream Hammer, incredibly powerful. It can whisper in a person's ear like Old Gods, create terrifying nightmares, and even drive its victims insane. It's a weapon capable of killing without a trace."
Moira gripped the Dream Hammer tightly, clearly enamored with it, while Magni earnestly taught her how to use it.
Suppressing her longing for Anduin, Moira bid farewell to her father, holding the Dream Hammer. Magni escorted her all the way to the Gryphon Flight Point, gazing at Moira's departing figure with deep eyes.
Back in Blackrock Depths, Moira boasted to Muradin:
"Look, what is this?"
"The Dream Hammer!" Muradin gasped, his face pale. "By the Holy Light, Magni actually entrusted this Titans Relic to you."
Moira said smugly, "With this Dream Hammer, I can do many things, even make my father die."
Muradin sighed:
"Moira, you're still too naive. This is Magni testing you. No matter when you use the Dream Hammer or who you use it on, he'll sense it and have ways to counter it. Don't you understand? Magni already has suspicions about you."
Moira was suddenly startled; the Dream Hammer in her hand felt incredibly heavy. She murmured, "What should I do?"
Muradin said helplessly, "The worst has happened. We can only endure it until Magni's suspicions are dispelled."
Gilneas City, the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light.
After sleeping for more than thirty hours, the alpha wolf Lyral, finally woke up.
Lyral was startled to learn that he had been ambushed by a Ghost Wolf.
"The Ghost Wolf is a Night Elf who calls himself Avel," Robbie explained.
"It was him!"
Lyral said in a low, sorrowful voice:
"Avel is my good friend. In ancient times, it was with the help of Avel and Belysra Starwind that we were able to unite and form the Druid of the Pack. It's a pity that Avel shouldn't have fallen in love with Tyrande, and even gave up the Worgen Druids for her."
Lyral's expression was conflicted as he continued, "Later, Avel was torn apart by a group of Demons. I suspected it was Malfurion's doing, but unfortunately, there's never been any evidence."
Robbie comforted him:
"Let bygones be bygones, but I must remind you that Avel received the help of Elune, to transform into a ghostly form. Killing you may very well be Moon Goddess's will."
Lyral nodded. "I understand. From now on, I will live in the shadows and announce to the outside world that Lyral, the leader of the Defeated Wolf Cult, is dead and a new leader has taken his place."
"What are your plans for the future?" Robbie asked.
Lyral said resolutely, "I will stay with these Worgen until the end of their lives. In the course of my long life, this will be a very meaningful thing."
Gilneas, Black Miasma Forest.
A veiled Night Elf woman wandered through the Black Miasma Forest, cautiously exploring the Bloodfang Worgen's encampment.
"An Order life, a perfect division of labor in society."
The woman in the dark could see the Bloodfang Worgen village in the distance. The old and young were all taken care of, Worgen lived a civilized life, no different from ordinary human villages.
The woman in the dark seemed to be talking to herself:
"I was able to heal King Greymane with the help of Elune. How did our old friend Lyral manage to heal these commoners?"
A Ghost Wolf appeared behind the woman. "I was only ordered to kill Lyral; I didn't have time to interrogate him in that situation."
The woman in the darkness said fiercely, "Do you know that you've ruined everything?"
As night quietly fell, the Worgen made their way to Wind Valley Village and entered the church to pray.
The woman concealed herself and quietly slipped into the church. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she whispered:
"No, there's a lingering scent of the Scythe of Elune here. I think I've found the answer."