Tyrande laughed smugly, a laugh that made Magni Bronzebeard uneasy.
"I only want your personal property," Tyrande said calmly.
Magni Bronzebeard nearly fainted, pounding his chest and weeping bitterly:
"This is going to kill me!"
Tyrande asked coldly, "What, you're unwilling?"
"Yes, I'm willing." To survive, Magni Bronzebeard disregarded worldly possessions.
Tyrande finally looked at the Emissary, her voice incredibly stern:
"My Emissary, you hold a high position and are proud and stubborn. I presume you will not kneel and beg for mercy. I will grant your request for righteousness. I wonder if you will have the opportunity to return to the Moon Goddess's kingdom after your death?"
Tyrande raised the Tear of Elune, about to cast a spell to kill the Emissary, Emissary calmly said:
"Tyrande, do you know about Hakkar's treasure?"
"What did you say?" Even the usually composed Tyrande couldn't help but be moved.
The Emissary spoke slowly and deliberately, "About seven thousand years ago, the Trolls of the Gurubashi Empire, in order to survive, used a forbidden ritual to summon the Blood God Hakkar. Hakkar expanded his power to all the Trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms. Everyone knows that Hakkar covets the souls of the Trolls, but few people know that Hakkar is equally greedy for Wealth."
Tyrande frowned slightly. "I understand. Until three thousand years ago, when humans defeated the Trolls and rose to power, the Blood God Hakkar had always influenced the Troll. Most of the Wealth of the Trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms over thousands of years fell into Hakkar's hands, but after the Green Dragonflight sealed Hakkar away, the whereabouts of this treasure trove became unknown."
The Emissary said regretfully, "I know the whereabouts of this treasure vault, but most of its treasures have been taken. The remaining treasures, though not many, are enough to surpass ten of Medivh's treasure vaults. I wonder if they could be used to buy my life?"
Tyrande's expression brightened, and she smiled and nodded, "If you're willing to tell me the location of this treasure vault, you'll be free. We Night Elf race never do cruel things."
The Emissary breathed a sigh of relief; Tyrande's strength was unfathomable, and he had to take her seriously again.
Tyrande's smile faded, and her delicate hands brushed across Tear of Elune, drawing out thin white threads that wove into three large nets.
Three white nets enveloped the three people and quickly disappeared.
The Emissary had never seen such magic before, nor did he feel anything unusual in his body.
However, the unknown is the most terrifying.
"You have seven days to deliver your ransom to the Temple of the Moon, or you will suffer a fate worse than death, enduring torment for the next ten thousand years."
As soon as Tyrande finished speaking, the protective barrier surrounding the living room disappeared.
The three treated their injuries and left the Temple of the Moon dejectedly, remaining silent the entire way.
"My mother accumulated these ten treasures over eight hundred years." Medivh clenched his fists in resentment.
Magni Bronzebeard dejected, said, "How can your loss compare to mine? Do you know why I was able to become the Azeroth’s Spokesman? It's because I possessed twenty-one Titans Relics, all my personal property. How could I possibly accept giving them all away to the Night Elf race?"
The Emissary scoffed, "Among the remaining treasures of Hakkar's Vault, there are thirty-seven Titans Relics alone."
Magni Bronzebeard's eyes widened. "Thirty-seven Titans Relics don't tempt you? How come I've never seen you use them?"
The Emissary looked displeased and said coldly, "I am always cautious in my actions. That treasury has already been disturbed, and most of the treasures have been taken. Strangely, I have searched through the Timeline of Azeroth but have not found any trace of that person. Even the Elune is vague about it. How could I dare to easily touch the contents of the treasury?"
Magni Bronzebeard and Medivh then realized that the Emissary of the treasure vault to Tyrande was actually malicious, intended to bring trouble upon the Night Elf race.
"What I lost, I must get back." Medivh's eyes darted around, unable to think of a solution for the moment, "You guys help me think of a way."
Magni Bronzebeard said grimly, "Do you know how I amassed so many Titans Relics?"
Medivh shook his head.
Magni Bronzebeard said smugly:
"The Titans Relics were originally scattered throughout Northrend and the Broken Isles, treasures passed down through the various races. At that time, I was the leader of the Dwarves and felt embarrassed to ask them for them. Later, I fell into Anduin's trap and turned into diamond. Fortunately, I was saved by the Titans Relics. Then, as a representative of Azeroth, I visited those races and, for the greater good of saving Azeroth, coerced them to hand over the Titans Relics."
Medivh frowned. "Acting in the name of saving Azeroth, isn't that Thrall's style?"
"As long as it works, that's fine."
Medivh pondered for a while, "That's right, as long as it works, that's fine. Then I'll use the name of saving Azeroth to force those rich people to contribute money."
The Emissary calmly warned, "This is bad; it's too direct. They're offering their lives and then buying them back with money."
Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard looked together at the Emissary.
The Emissary said displeasedly, "Do I need to teach you this? Just tell them that purifying the mutated Tauren requires them to sacrifice their lives."
Who is the richest person in Azeroth?
Some say they are the Goblin Trade Princes.
Some say that the Zandalari Empire has a long history, and the Royal Palace's treasury is filled with treasures.
However, those who are truly wealthy are not the people who appear to be wealthy on the surface.
For example, any one of Medivh's treasure troves could exceed the combined Wealth of the five great Trade Princes.
Among the humans of Azeroth, apart from Medivh, the wealthiest family is neither the Wrynn royal family nor the House Menethil of Lordaeron.
Instead, it is the Dalaran Magic Kingdom, led by Antonidas.
When Sylvanas resurrected Antonidas, she was attracted not only by his strength but also by his immense wealth.
"Who holds the Wealth of Dalaran?" Magni Bronzebeard asked.
Medivh's expression was serious. "Since the Orcs opened the Dark Portal, Dalaran experienced numerous destructions and reconstructions. Much of the Wealth accumulated over thousands of years has been depleted, but it is certainly not exhausted. There is someone who knows the whereabouts of these treasures."
"Who?" the Emissary asked with interest.
Medivh clearly knew Dalaran very well, and chuckled as he replied:
"Antonidas's granddaughter, Andenani."
The Emissary said coldly, "What's wrong with bullying an orphan? Even at Dalaran peak, Dalaran's Wealth couldn't compare to your ten treasuries. You've all overlooked the true richest man in Azeroth; his Wealth could probably buy a hundred Azeroths."
Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard both looked surprised. They pondered for a long time but couldn't recall such a person.
The Emissary said viciously, "The Draenei have wandered through the stars for over 25,000 years, encountering no fewer than several thousand civilizations, most of which were destroyed."
"Prophet Velen?" Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard.
The Prophet Velen's Wealth is likely not in Azeroth, but hidden on some mysterious planet.
If we can capture the Prophet Velen and force him to hand over his 25,000-year-old wealth, the Wealth we give to the Night Elves will be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Medivh chuckled, "Interesting. We'll announce publicly that purifying the Tauren of Thunder Bluff requires Prophet Velen to sacrifice his life."
Magni Bronzebeard nodded sinisterly:
"The Prophet Velen of Draenor sacrificed himself to purify the Dark Star K'ara; given this precedent, it is entirely reasonable."