"Horde!"
Tyrande took a deep breath, realizing she had been betrayed; everyone in the Temple of the Moon had abandoned her.
"These damned traitors, why won't they Guards the Temple of the Moon?" Tyrande thought viciously, wishing she could pray to Elune, to punish them and make them wish they were dead.
However, the most pressing issue right now is the threat posed by the Horde.
"All Night Elves have the responsibility and obligation to give their lives to protect the Temple of the Moon. For the sake of Elune, they must not retreat even in the face of the most powerful enemy. Otherwise, they are traitors to the Night Elves, an unforgivable crime, and will be cast into the bottomless the Maw after death."
Tyrande thought to herself.
Outnumbered and outmatched, it would be unwise to antagonize the Horde. Tyrande had already made arrangements; there was a secret passage in the prayer room.
Tyrande rushed to the entrance of the Secret Passage in a panic, only to find Secret Passage blocked in horror.
Who did it?
The usually composed Tyrande panicked; someone actually knew about the Secret Passage, a secret that was originally hers alone.
"Could it be Malfurion? Good heavens, is this forcing me to surrender to the Horde!"
Tyrande felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She gritted her teeth and wondered how she should surrender to her junior, Mela Highmountain.
"Don't speak, just watch quietly from the side." A voice sounded behind Tyrande.
Tyrande turned around quickly, only to find a shadowy leopard behind her.
This is Malfurion's shadow form; in fact, his true form still exists in the Emerald Dream.
"Malfurion, what have you done?" Tyrande asked, complaining.
Malfurion's body emitted a cloud-like shadow that enveloped Tyrande:
"I thought you could retreat safely, so I came to check because I was worried. Besides you and me, who else knows about this Secret Passage?"
Tyrande's mood improved slightly, but suddenly her brows furrowed:
How did you find out about the Secret Passage?
Malfurion remained silent for a long while before saying, "You have a habit of talking in your sleep."
Hidden in the shadows, Tyrande felt much safer. After a long silence, she said reluctantly:
"If I were to reveal my true strength, I could fight my way out, but unfortunately, doing so would be easily criticized."
"So we'll just watch quietly," Malfurion said gravely. "No one should know the Shadow Panther's secret, and we can also find out who betrayed us."
Malfurion led the way, with Tyrande following behind; both were extremely familiar with the Temple of the Moon.
Upon entering the main hall of the Temple of the Moon, the pure white statue of the Moon Goddess shimmered with light.
Malfurion climbed up the wall, Tyrande leaped lightly, bringing them to the main beam of the hall.
Before long, a group of Highmountain Tauren rushed in, with Mela Highmountain at the forefront.
"Warchief, no Night Elves have been spotted," a scout reported.
Mela Gaoling looked up at the sacred Moon Goddess and laughed heartily:
"So the Night Elves are just a bunch of cowards, they don't even care about their own temple, what a bunch of trash."
Malfurion quickly looked at Tyrande, worried that she might make a sound.
Fortunately, Tyrande valued his life more than anyone else, and held his breath, moving as silently as a hunting cat.
Immediately afterward, the Lightforging Orcs entered the Temple of the Moon, and Meera Highmountain immediately adopted a fawning and ingratiating expression.
The group searched the entire Temple of the Moon, but unfortunately Night Elves lived a simple life and didn't find many good things.
Mela Gaoling smiled slightly and said, "Continue searching. Don't be stingy with these buildings; they're going to be destroyed anyway."
An Orcs general asked, "Tauren, is there any point in doing this?"
Mela Highmountain said ingratiatingly, "General, I don't know about others, but Malfurion has always been greedy, and I suspect his Wealth is hidden in the Temple of the Moon."
Sure enough, a scout soon shouted, "Warchief, we've discovered a large quantity of gold and silver jewelry in a wine cellar!"
"A wine cellar? A stash of cash."
From the roof beam, Tyrande glared fiercely at Malfurion, transformed into a shadow panther, could only shrug helplessly.
Countless pieces of gold, jade, and precious Magic Gems were discovered in the treasury and were all moved to the main hall.
Mela Highmountain estimated the amount of treasure and shook her head, saying, "This is by no means all. Tyrande is ten times greedier than Malfurion."
The search lasted a full hour, even employing ancient detection magic, and they discovered a massive treasure trove in the gardens of the Temple of the Moon, containing an astonishing amount of riches.
Malfurion glanced at Tyrande, as if to say, "No wonder you like watering the flowers in the garden."
Tyrande, on the other hand, had an indifferent attitude, implying that this was just a drop in the ocean of her Wealth.
Mela Gaoling was beaming with pride:
"I knew it. Malfurion and Tyrande are no pushovers. After ten thousand years as leaders of the night elves, this is just their little treasure trove."
Standing before the Moon Goddess, Meera Highmountain spread her arms wide. "Behold, Elune, this is the Chief Priestess you trusted, nothing but a greedy devil."
The Moon Goddess made no comment, continuing to quietly watch over the crowd.
Mela Highmountain was displeased. "What, you look down on us? Elune, I'm beginning to doubt your very existence."
Gritting her teeth, Mela Gaoling, her anger rising, shouted, "Guards, destroy this stone statue!"
Malfurion nearly cried out in fright, while Tyrande remained calm, her eyes stern as she stopped him.
The Highmountain Tauren feared Elune, and dared not make a move.
The Lightforging Orcs, however, showed no fear whatsoever. A large group of Lightforging Orcs stepped forward and struck the Moon Goddess with their Battle Axes.
Soon, the Moon Goddess shattered into pieces.
"So this is all Elune?" Meera Highmountain roared defiantly. "I destroyed your idol, so why don't you unleash your wrath upon me and punish me?"
The sky was cloudless and there was no movement whatsoever.
Mela Gaoling became increasingly arrogant, jumping up and down and cursing loudly.
A tall, Lightforging Orcs stepped out from the crowd, holding the Warchief's command in his hand:
"Great Savior Chen Thrall Stormstout commands: Burn all the looted wealth before the Moon Goddess."
Mela Highmountain was confused, only feeling it was a pity, but she dared not disobey the Warchief's orders.
The Lightforging Orcs brought out a large amount of oil and poured it over the mountain of treasure.
Mela Highmountain lit it herself, while at the same time, the Lightforging Orcs quietly tore open a Magic Scroll.
The Flames roared and engulfed all the treasure.
Puzzlingly, the gold began to melt and gradually transformed into a human shape, while precious Magic Gem into the air, adorning the human figure's appearance.
Before long, a golden statue appeared before everyone, even taller than the previous Moon Goddess.
This is a robust Pandaren with sharp Orcs fangs, wearing a golden suit of armor inlaid with countless gems.
Judging from his appearance, he looks almost exactly like Chen Stormstout.
After a long silence, Mela Gaoling was the first to kneel down:
"I understand now, so the Savior Chen Thrall Stormstout is actually the Elune."
The Lightforging Orcs proclaimed, "That's right, the Warchief's full name is Chen Elune Thrall Stormstout. He is the Elune, who descended to earth to save Azeroth."
At this moment, Chen Stormstout, enjoying the sun and delicious food in Pandaria, was unaware that his name had gained a prestigious title.