Dragons are symbols of Order in Azeroth, and the Dragon Aspects are the Guardians of that Order.
The appearance of a Holy Dragon signifies that the Holy Light has taken over the responsibility of protecting Azeroth.
Tyrande had good reason to suspect that this was a test by the Holy Light.
With the Pantheon destroyed and most of the Titans imprisoned deep within Argus Planet, the Holy Light's test was not directed at the Titans, but at the Elune.
Having served Elune for ten thousand years, Tyrande knows her temperament very well.
Before Tyrande could finish speaking, a beam of milky white moonlight descended from the sky, and the newly born Holy Dragon, before it could even utter a mournful cry, was completely vaporized in the moonlight.
At the same time, countless moonlight beams fell straight down like raindrops, targeting the believers of Holy Light present.
Velen suddenly stumbled and fell, taking a long time to get up.
In contrast, the Lightforging Tauren were not so lucky. Magatha vomited blood and sat slumped on the ground, while the other Lightforging Tauren died, their bodies slowly sinking into the earth.
Velen trembled with fear and hurriedly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy:
"Great Elune, please spare my life! I am willing to serve you like a slave, to serve you for the rest of my life."
Elune, came and went quickly. Tyrande looked up and saw the moonlight flash across the sky. Velen continued to kowtow until his head bled.
Tyrande smiled and said, "Rise, Velen. Remember, never test a True God."
Velen then stood up nervously, his face ashen.
Magatha glared venomously at Velen. He had brought the elite of the Lightforging Tauren, but they had all perished because of Velen's ambition.
Velen looked embarrassed and could only loudly comfort him:
"Their sacrifice will not have been in vain. When the Holy Light descends, they will rise from the dead and receive the Holy Light's highest reward."
Having witnessed Ysera evaporate under the power of the Moon Goddess, Tyrande's expression was somewhat complicated. Fortunately, she successfully retrieved the Tear of Elune.
Oshu'gun, the Ogre's Imperator's tent.
While handling state affairs, Imperator Mar'gok also listened to reports from his subordinates.
Velen entered Azeroth through the Portal at Axe Fall and caused a series of incidents, for which he had been informed by spies.
"Your Imperator, Velen has spread the faith of the Holy Light throughout Azeroth, and many Tauren have already accepted Holy Light and become Lightforging Tauren. If we let this continue, the Holy Light could spread like Plague. If all the races of Azeroth accept the Holy Light, it will be a major threat to us."
The head of the Imperator Mar'gok, continued processing official documents on his right, while the head on his left raised itself, pondered for a moment, and then turned to ask:
"Saurfang, you were once a great general of the Horde and are very familiar with Azeroth. What are your thoughts on this?"
Saurfang the Great laughed heartily:
"Velen made a mistake; he shouldn't have chosen the Tauren. Tauren are merely food for the Orcs. They may appear strong and robust, but they are actually cowardly and weak. Give me five thousand Lightforging Orcs, and I will take Velen's head."
Antonidas disagreed, shouting:
"The Tauren willingly became Orcs food because they feared the Elune. Now that the Orcs have pledged allegiance to the Holy Light, it is a betrayal of Elune. The Tauren will surely fight bravely."
Mar'gok, expressionless, asked, "Zul'jin, what do you think?"
Zul'jin replied in a hoarse voice, "There are a hundred times more Tauren than Troll on Azeroth. Velen spreads the Holy Light, so why can't we?"
Mar'gok hesitated for a moment. He didn't trust Zul'jin. If the Lightforged Trolls became too powerful, they might very well declare themselves king and break free from control.
After thinking carefully for a while, Mar'gok asked again, "Antonidas, do you have a way to open Portal to Azeroth?"
Antonidas chuckled, "I've spiestled on the Portal to Axe Fall and obtained the coordinates of Azeroth. No problem at all."
Mar'gok tapped his fingers on the table. "Velen's Portal leads to Theramore, where would be a suitable place for our Portal?"
After a moment's thought, Antonidas said, "The Light's Hope Chapel is relatively cramped due to the numerous wars it has been involved in. It is far from Ironforge and Kingdom of Stormwind, but very close to the Zul'Aman Empire. In addition, it is the stronghold of the Holy Light, making it the most suitable location."
Mar'gok ordered a map of Azeroth to be brought to him, carefully examined the location of Light's Hope Chapel, and nodded in agreement.
"That's right, we'll choose Light's Hope Chapel. Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, Blackhand, this is your job. Velen will spread the Holy Light, and we'll compete with him for the followers."
Antonidas shook his head and said, "The Orcs have a terrible reputation in Azeroth. They'll probably be besieged as soon as they step out of the Portal. They need a highly respected leader."
Mar'gok chuckled and asked, "Who do you think is the most suitable?"
"Tirion Fordring, the embodiment of the Holy Light."
Having been reborn from death by the power of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring looked dejected and refused to look up at Mar'gok.
He had not forgotten being devoured piece by piece by Eitrigg, then having his soul snatched away by Mannoroth, howling miserably as he wandered the Plaguelands for years until his soul power was exhausted and he sank into the Shadowlands.
Tirion Fordring is terrified whenever he recalls that experience.
He carried a two-handed greatsword on his back; this was Ashbringer, reforged by the Naaru Legion.
"The Plaguelands, Light's Hope Chapel, a bunch of despicable Orcs," Tirion Fordring said unhappily. "I hate Orcs; they defile the Holy Light."
Antonidas patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder. "Have you forgotten? Orcs are the noblest race in Azeroth. Has your stance changed because of Elune?"
Tirion Fordring immediately retorted, "Don't forget, you were eaten by Orcs too."
Antonidas shrugged. "Forget the past. Now you're the leader of the Lightforging Orcs. You have responsibilities, including helping them find food."
Tirion Fordring looked grim; he hadn't forgotten to sell out the Argent Crusade to the Orcs as provisions.
Antonidas said coldly, "After you were devoured by Eitrigg, the Argent Crusade was rendered ineffective. Most of its soldiers returned to the Plaguelands, where the land is fertile and the rainfall is plentiful. It's time to go back to your old ways; for the sake of the Holy Light, they need to become food for the Lightforging Orcs."
Tirion Fordring gritted his teeth. "No, no, I can't do that, the Orcs will eat me."
"Tirion Fordring, this is your only chance," Antonidas threatened.
Although Tirion Fordring was extremely reluctant, if he refused, he would have to return to the cold Shadowlands, where he might be sunk to the deepest part of the Shadow Abyss.
In the end, Tirion Fordring agreed.
Tirion Fordring led the Lightforging Orcs down to prepare, Imperator Mar'gok watched Tirion Fordring's retreating figure with concern, saying:
"I don't trust Tirion Fordring. Who among you is willing to take my place and accompany the army to monitor Tirion Fordring?"
The generals inside the tent remained silent. Compared to the relatively peaceful life in Draenor World, no one wanted to get involved in the chaos of Azeroth.
After a long while, someone finally stood up:
"Your Imperator, I am willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility."
The one who volunteered was Aman'Thul, who was disguised as the Draenei Amado.
Mar'gok smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, Azeroth is now in your hands."