Temple of the Moon Val'sharah, the holy land of the Night Elves, the Chen Stormstout is depicted as the Elune descending to earth.
Such blasphemy was intolerable to Malfurion, who had transformed into a shadow panther, and he gripped the roof beams tightly with his claws.
In contrast, Tyrande remained completely calm, as if facing a trivial matter, her anger less than that of her subordinate for not preparing Osmanthus Cake.
Malfurion gestured with his eyes, asking her why she wasn't angry.
Tyrande rolled her eyes. "Why are you angry?"
Malfurion didn't quite understand, his gaze falling on the statue of Chen Stormstout, implying that this was blasphemy, and that he was the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess.
Tyrande glanced at the library not far away, as if to say, "I'm well-versed in history; there are countless similar stories in history."
Malfurion quickly understood and nodded thoughtfully.
The couple had lived for over ten thousand years and had seen all sorts of strange and unusual things.
There once was a Kobold Empire, at its zenith, the Kobold King claimed to be the creator of the Elune.
They boasted that they created 108,000 gods, with Elune being the worst of them all, thrown into a junkyard at the edge of the universe, and then running off to Azeroth to wreak havoc.
Its blasphemy far surpasses that of Chen Stormstout.
But that Kobold emperor lived to be 180 years old, making him a legendary centenarian among the Kobolds. He had many children and grandchildren and enjoyed a lifetime of wealth and luxury.
The Night Elves sent out countless assassins, including Illidan, but none of them could defeat him.
Some say that this Kobold emperor received the protection of the Elune.
Malfurion glanced at Tyrande again, as if to ask what to do next.
Tyrande's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and her gaze lifted slightly upwards.
Malfurion understood. Given the precedent of the Kobold Emperor, Tyrande didn't want to be enemies with Chen Stormstout; instead, she had to acknowledge him as Elune.
Malfurion lowered his gaze slightly while raising his eyebrows, as if to say, "You've served Elune, for ten thousand years, and you've already grown tired of it."
Tyrande's gaze darted left and right, while her lips were tightly pursed.
It means you should never say these words aloud; keep them to yourself and communicate only through eye contact.
Assuming Elune, could truly observe the actions of mortals, she certainly couldn't comprehend the ten-thousand-year-long tacit understanding between Malfurion and Tyrande.
A single glance is enough to understand what the other person is thinking.
Between this couple, things happen on three levels: what is done, what is said, and what is exchanged through eye contact.
The three are contradictory and completely different.
The Temple of the Moon was in an uproar as Mela Highmountain personally presided over a sacrificial ceremony, offering a libation to Chen Elune Thrall Stormstout.
Human sacrifice was a common practice throughout history.
After all, pleasing the dead yields far less benefit than pleasing the living.
Pandaria, the Krasarang Wilds, on a warm beach.
Chen Stormstout enjoyed the warm sunshine, surrounded by several sexy female Orcs who occasionally played and joked around, having a great time.
Inside a tent not far away, Khadgar was dressed completely covered up, like a warrior awaiting battle, keeping a close eye on the situation at Val'sharah.
The Night Elves withdrew voluntarily, capturing the Temple of the Moon without bloodshed. Khadgar was surprised but not worried.
When he heard that a statue of Chen Stormstout had been born from the public burning of looted treasures, Khadgar was astonished.
Chen Stormstout, had never issued such an order.
This is not a miracle, but a conspiracy.
Especially when everyone was worshipping the statue, Khadgar could no longer contain himself and immediately came to discuss the matter with Chen Stormstout.
After listening to Khadgar's description, Chen Stormstout remained remarkably calm.
"In your opinion, what is the purpose of this conspiracy?"
Khadgar cautiously said, "There's an old saying among humans: the higher you're praised, the harder you fall. Someone is deliberately elevating your reputation to provoke the displeasure of Elune."
Chen Stormstout, skeptical, said, "If Elune, is all-knowing and all-powerful, how could she not see through this conspiracy?"
Khadgar shook his head. "Gods need dignity. If we handle this improperly, it will truly be blasphemy and displease the Moon Goddess."
"According to your plan, how should we handle this?" Chen Stormstout.
Khadgar said sternly, "Rebuild the Moon Goddess immediately, punish those involved, explain to everyone that this is a misunderstanding, and dispel Elune's doubts. The magic that melted gold and silver to form the statue came from Dalaran. Investigate along this line and uncover the person behind it."
Chen Stormstout stood up, his round body dazzlingly white in the sunlight.
After he became Warchief, he especially learned Thrall's way of thinking, Chen Stormstout improved significantly.
He was no longer that naive and romantic Pandaren was always bullied.
"Khadgar, in terms of strategy and strength, I am no match for you, yet I am the Warchief. Do you know why?"
Khadgar looked puzzled.
"Because you haven't learned the Warchief's way of thinking."
Chen Stormstout, gazing up at the sky with a defiant expression, said:
"The so-called Elune, like mortals, bullies the weak and fears the strong. If you are weak, she will bully you even more; if you are strong, she can do nothing to you. There is an old saying among us Pandaren: Gods possess great power, but they do not possess the wisdom and morality that match it."
Khadgar looked at Chen Stormstout with concern. "Warchief, what do you intend to do?"
Chen Stormstout chuckled coldly, "Tell Mela Highmountain that she hasn't done nearly enough. Of course, the clues in Dalaran can't be overlooked either."
Orgrimmar, in Thrall's courtyard.
Every five minutes, the guards outside had to peek at Thrall through the window to prevent him from plotting anything.
Thrall remained quietly engrossed in his book, a magical tome from Dalaran.
A blurry figure appeared on the page and said respectfully:
"Savior Thrall, all is well, just as you commanded. Chen Stormstout has been elevated to the status of Elune, descending to earth."
Thrall grinned. "Very good. As far as I know, Elune, is extremely petty and vindictive. Chen Stormstout is finished."
"Warchief, we will always support you! Those damned Pandaren are only fit to be food."
Thrall smiled and said, "Once I return to the position of Warchief, Dalaran will officially join the Horde. You've all worked hard these past years."
Thrall closed the book and laughed heartily, as if he had seen a divine thunderbolt descend from the sky and strike Chen Stormstout to death.
After thinking Anjing for a while, Thrall got sleepy and couldn't help but doze off.
Suddenly, the magic book vibrated slightly, and Thrall quickly opened it.
The blurry figure reappeared, saying in surprise, "Savior, the latest news is that Chen Stormstout's actions are too bizarre and extremely arrogant. We really can't understand him."
Thrall looked surprised and asked in a low voice, "How do we deal with Chen Stormstout?"
After hesitating for a long time, the shadow said:
"Chen Stormstout sent a message to Meera Highmountain, and severely reprimanded her, saying that Elune, was merely an insignificant handmaiden by Chen Stormstout's side."
The book in Thrall's hand fell to the ground, and after a long while, he murmured:
"Chen Stormstout, has he gone mad?"