Tyrande lowered her eyes and smiled slightly:
"Since the Tear of Elune are needed, I will go with you as soon as the Moon Goddess's decree arrives. Saving Azeroth is everyone's responsibility."
The Emissary appeared to be compassionate and merciful.
"The situation is urgent. The mutated Tauren could destroy Azeroth at any moment. There's no time to wait for the Moon Goddess's decree. Please deliver the Tear of Elune to us immediately."
Tyrande paused for a moment, her expression turning serious:
"The safety of Azeroth is of utmost importance. Please have a seat, all three of you. I will retrieve the Tear of Elune immediately."
I didn't expect Tyrande to be so easy to talk to.
Seeing Tyrande leave in a hurry, Magni Bronzebeard asked with some suspicion:
"The Tear of Elune is of paramount importance to the Night Elf race. Tyrande really willing to hand it over to us?"
Medivh grinned smugly and said Pride:
"With the three of us stepping in, Tyrande dared not disobey."
The Emissary, with a stern expression, coldly stated:
"Everything we do is to save Azeroth; anyone who dares to oppose us is an enemy of Azeroth."
Magni opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly he felt a burst of fire before his eyes.
A terrifying explosion rang out, its epicenter right beside us.
No one expected the surprise attack to occur in the reception room of the Temple of the Moon.
The three Emissary, Medivh and Magni, were all seasoned veterans, and reacted instinctively in that instant.
The Emissary froze himself in a block of Frost, and with a sway of his body, he was about to teleport away when he crashed into an invisible barrier.
At the crucial moment, Medivh used his most familiar Fel Magic, covering his body with a thick layer of Fel Crystals.
Seeing the Emissary collide with the invisible barrier, Medivh tried to open Portal to escape, but the space was imprisoned.
Magni Bronzebeard bent down and burrowed underground, soon emerging covered in dust, the underground space now sealed off.
The reception room was shrouded in an invisible barrier. After the first wave of explosions, all three people were injured.
Immediately following, a second wave of explosions arrived, and terrifying energy surged within the confined space, tossing the three bodies around and repeatedly colliding with the barrier.
Medivh suddenly spat out a mouthful of Fel Essence, shattering all the Fel Crystals. The Spellstealer Wyrm within his body began to writhe uncontrollably, becoming the first to lose their fighting ability.
The diamonds covering Magni Bronzebeard's body shattered, revealing his dark, shiny skin. Elemental Power spewed from his mouth and nose, and he looked like he was about to collapse.
Large cracks appeared on the Emissary's body, his dried-up internal organs were faintly visible, and his body began to sway.
The reception room was reduced to ashes, and a ring of Night Elves surrounded the protective barrier, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.
Tyrande floated silently in the air like a war god, holding Tear of Elune in her hands.
The Emissary's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a wild beast:
"Tyrande, what do you want to do?"
Tyrande laughed heartily, "Bandits broke into the Temple of the Moon, trying to steal the Tear of Elune. Of course, I had to kill those damned bandits."
"How dare you! I am the Guardian of Azeroth!" Medivh roared, his face contorted with rage.
"I almost forgot."
Tyrande slapped his forehead and loudly proclaimed to the crowd:
"Please allow me to introduce them. These three are great figures in Azeroth: the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, Guardian Medivh, and Magni Bronzebeard, the Azeroth’s Spokesman. Under the guise of saving Azeroth, they plotted to steal the Tear of Elune. I am a weak woman and can only use the Tear of Elune to defend myself."
"Lie!"
The Emissary loudly defended himself:
"A large number of mutated Tauren have appeared in Mulgore, Azeroth is on the verge of destruction, requiring the Tear of Elune for purification."
Tyrande shook her head with a calm expression and said:
"Forget it, your little tricks might fool the short-lived races, but the youngest among us has lived for over a thousand years. What haven't we seen? To think you can take Tear of Elune without the Moon Goddess's decree is utter wishful thinking. It seems I have no choice but to kill you all here, otherwise everyone will think the Night Elf race are easy to bully."
You dare!
The Emissary to be of noble status, so Tyrande dared not lay a hand on him.
Unfortunately, he was unaware that the Night Elves had begun to doubt Elune, and their faith in Moon Goddess was on the verge of collapse, threatening Tyrande's position.
In Tyrande's mind, faith in the Moon Goddess was secondary; the power she held was the most important thing.
In order to maintain her rule, she needed to establish authority, and the visit of the three Emissary gave her a good opportunity.
Tyrande simply smiled coldly, answering the Emissary with her actions.
Tear of Elune emitted a white light, Elemental Magic surged within the protective barrier, causing another massive explosion.
The Emissary's body was blown to pieces, yet he miraculously survived and was no longer as arrogant as before.
Because Tyrande's target was the Emissary, Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard only affected, and even so, their injuries were compounded.
The Emissary stared blankly at Tyrande, knowing full well that the power of Tear of Elune was far less than this.
Such immense power and ultimate control over Elemental Magic could only come from Tyrande herself.
The Tear of Elune was merely a deception; the truth was that Tyrande had defied the Moon Goddess's taboo and secretly researched Arcane Magic.
In ten thousand years, even a fool could become a top-tier Archmage, let alone Tyrande, who has never been stupid.
Tyrande's face broke into a cunning smile:
"The fact that Tear of Elune would help me proves you were lying, Emissary. You've given me a reason to kill you. Vanish into nothingness!"
The Emissary softened his tone and spoke in a conciliatory manner:
"Wait, I was wrong, I'm willing to apologize."
"Many things can't be solved with an apology," Tyrande said firmly, raising her voice.
"I am the leader of the Night Elf race, and I have the duty to protect my people. Enemies who plot against us must be severely punished."
The Night Elves around them smiled with relief upon hearing this.
This is the qualified leader they need, not the Priestess of the Moon who only hides in her room praying.
Medivh immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:
"I was wrong. I have inadvertently offended the noble Night Elf race. I am willing to offer half of Karazhan's wealth in exchange for my life."
Magni Bronzebeard hurriedly knelt down and pleaded, "The Humans and Night Elves are allies. Please, spare me! I'm willing to offer three Titans Relics as compensation."
Tyrande's lips curled slightly; this was exactly the result she wanted. She said loudly:
Brothers and sisters, what do you think?
The Night Elves fell into discussion again, and someone shouted:
"Half isn't enough; we must use all of Karazhan's wealth."
A Night Elf roared, "Three Titans Relics and you think you can survive? Impossible! You need at least five!"
Tyrande sighed softly, "My people are merciful and cannot bear to harm lives. Medivh, Karazhan is now ruins, and you have already taken everything of value. You have ten secret vaults hidden in Azeroth. I don't want the three protected by the Burning Legion, but you must hand over the other seven."
Medivh was dumbfounded, feeling like a naked infant in front of Tyrande, and murmured:
How did you know?
Tyrande said arrogantly, "I have lived for ten thousand years, how could you compare to me?"
After struggling with the decision for a long time, Medivh had no choice but to accept his fate.
Tyrande then looked at Magni Bronzebeard, as if she could see right through him:
"The Night Elves and Humans are allies; I don't want any of the Titans Relics from Ironforge."