Magatha, the Wildtotem, trusts the Prophet Velen.
The Tauren's faith is in Earth Mother, and they revere the power of nature.
But the faith in Earth Mother did not save the Tauren from being Destiny by the Orcs.
Until a group of Tauren converted to the Holy Light and became Tauren Paladins, their combat power did not increase much, but they were valued by Warchief Garrosh and escaped the tragic Destiny of being used as food, and were able to stand on equal footing with Orcs soldiers.
As the leader of the Grimtotem, Magatha noticed this and believed that the Holy Light was the only way to save the Tauren.
Although Garrosh failed and Orgrimmar was destroyed, Magatha's faith in the Holy Light remained deeply rooted in his heart.
That's why Magatha personally invited Velen.
Velen's arrival brought about changes for the Tauren race, especially the emergence of the Lightforging Tauren. Even Tauren were originally unable to accept the Holy Light became devout believers in Holy Light.
The birth of the Lightforging Tauren gave Magatha hope, but she was cautious and only about a third of the Tauren accepted the Holy Light.
Velen lived in Thunder Bluff, spending his days preaching and enlightening the Lightforging Tauren, leading a rather leisurely life.
The Lightforging Tauren are incredibly powerful and gained a clear advantage in their battles against the Centaurs.
Velen was worried that Magatha wouldn't accept it, so he didn't use the New Lightforged Orcs' methods on the Tauren. In essence, the Lightforging Tauren are the same as the Old Lightforging Orcs; they also need to eat and rest. Their lifespan is not only unaffected but can actually be increased, as the Holy Light can slow down aging and greatly increase their resistance to disease.
Aside from praying three times a day without fail, I have no other worries.
On this day, as usual, Velen prayed to the Holy Light inside his tent.
The prophecy of the Holy Light appeared clearly before his eyes, and a vision slowly unfolded.
A dense primeval forest, lush and verdant, with towering ancient trees whose roots are intertwined, having grown for countless years.
He saw a giant green Dragon, with graceful lines and a huge body. Its eyes were like the finest emeralds, as if it were the most perfect creation in the world, a miracle of life.
"Green Dragon Queen Ysera!" Velen recognized the elegant Dragon Aspects.
Ysera flapped her wings and soared rapidly through the sky, seemingly chasing an enemy. The enemy was cunning and had rushed into the dense forest. Ysera, being close to nature and unwilling to damage the trees, had to take a long detour to catch up with the enemy.
Suddenly, an Evil shadow appeared.
He had a pair of enormous demonic horns on his head, and his body was shrouded in a black and red aura—the power of Evil Nightmare power. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a wicked smile.
"Nightmare Lord Xavius." Velen recognized the man.
Something appeared in Xavius's hand—a teardrop-shaped object filled with terrifying Nightmare power.
Velen was nearly jolted awake from his illusion by the Tear of Elune, which had absorbed the Nightmare power.
Velen saw it clearly: Xavius threw Tear of Elune at Ysera.
Tear of Elune was no ordinary object; it possessed a certain tracking property. Ysera could not dodge it and was struck in the abdomen. With a mournful cry, she fell into the dense forest.
Xavius smiled smugly and ran quickly towards the place where Ysera had fallen.
After a while, a loud but painful dragon roar rang out, and Ysera, filled with endless Nightmare power, soared into the sky. Like Xavius, her body was already dominated by the Nightmare power, transforming from an elegant Green Dragonflight into an ominous black and red Nightmare dragon.
Xavius rode on Ysera's back, letting out a hearty laugh.
Velen suddenly opened his eyes. The prophecy was obvious: the Green Dragon Queen Ysera was in trouble, but he didn't understand why the Holy Light would give such a prophecy.
While Velen hesitated, Magatha came to visit, knelt before Velen, and said resentfully:
"Great Prophet Velen, I have heard that a Centaur messenger has come to visit you?"
The Lightforging Tauren's power caused the Centaurs great losses, so the Centaurs changed their previous rudeness and sent people to contact Velen.
But Velen was extremely petty and held a grudge against the Centaurs for their rudeness, so of course he wouldn't bestow the Holy Light upon Centaur.
Velen recalled his dream, his eyes darted around, and he said tactfully:
"I have a mission to spread the Holy Light throughout Azeroth, treating all equally, whether they are benevolent Tauren or Evil Centaurs."
"I admire your magnanimity." Magatha, observing the other's expression, asked uncertainly:
"If the Centaurs accept the Holy Light, will they be able to live peacefully with the Tauren?"
Velen shook his head and sighed:
"This is precisely what I fear. The hatred between the Centaurs and Tauren has been entangled for generations, and even the prestige of Thrall, the Savior, cannot reconcile it. That is why I have hesitated to bestow the Holy Light upon the Centaurs. Magatha, if the Tauren can do me a favor, I am willing to resolve the hatred between the Centaurs and Tauren once and for all."
Magatha felt a little helpless; he had known all along that Velen must have had an ulterior motive. He waved his hand and said:
"The affairs of Prophet Velen are the affairs of us Mulgore Tauren."
Velen solemnly declared, "I saw a vision in the prophecy: the Nightmare power the Emerald Dream is rising, and the Green Dragon Queen Ysera is in trouble."
Magatha hesitated, then said, "Great Prophet, are you asking us to rescue the Green Dragon Ysera?"
Velen shook his head. "I need Ysera to receive the Holy Light and become the Lightforged Green Dragon King; I need your cooperation."
Magatha felt fear; Azeroth was filled with various forces, and only by maintaining a balance between them could it develop.
Magatha dared not imagine what would happen if the Dragon King also accepted the Holy Light.
With Magatha's wisdom, he could only sense unease, but could not see through the truth behind the scenes.
After a moment's hesitation, Magatha bowed his head and said, "The Mulgore Tauren are willing to fully cooperate with you, the great Prophet Velen."
After bidding farewell to Malfurion, Ysera, accompanied by two Archdruids, headed to the Temple of the Moon to ask Tyrande for the Tear of Elune.
It is said that the Tear of Elune was already in Ysera's possession, but Tyrande was unaware of this, believing it was still kept on the Moon Goddess.
When Ysera asked for it, Tyrande didn't suspect anything, but she wasn't sure if Tear of Elune could defeat Xavius.
If it were really that simple, Xavius and his Satyr Legion would have been dealt with long ago.
Tyrande and Ysera arrived at the Moon Goddess only to discover that Tear of Elune was missing.
A commotion arose Temple of the Moon. Tyrande looked closely and saw a Satyr leap onto a tree branch, barking boastfully at Tyrande:
"The Tear of Elune are mine now, Tyrande. You're too late."
Tyrande recognized the Satyr, Lyasus Herin. Herin nimbly leaped into the dense forest and quickly disappeared from sight.
Ysera asked in surprise, "The Temple of the Moon is protected by Elune. How did the Satyrs get in?"
"I have no idea!"
Tyrande panicked slightly, guessing, "Perhaps there's a flaw in the Temple of the Moon's defenses."
Ysera said helplessly, "Fine, I'll go track down Blackwood. He can't escape. As for you..."
Suddenly sensing something, Ysera said in surprise:
"A Power of the Holy Light. Someone is approaching the Temple of the Moon. Hopefully, they're not enemies. Tyrande, go and greet them."