"Illidan Stormrage has endured ten thousand years of loneliness and is about to go mad."
"He was afraid that he would forget the most important thing, that would make him feel that all his suffering had been in vain, so he told me the secret that had been kept for ten thousand years: Queen Azshara is innocent."
"Heh, what does it have to do with me?"
"I returned to Lakeshire, but I couldn't find Lisa. They said there was no woman named Lisa in Lakeshire. I don't want to believe it. Lisa, why are you hiding from me? I miss you so much. I will find you."
"Queen Azshara was a wise woman and a powerful mage. With the Well of Eternity as her backing, her magical power was almost inexhaustible. She was the Guardian of that era and the supreme ruler. She was the queen."
"Her aim was to awaken her slumbering people, but she unexpectedly failed. The power behind it was too great; the Well of Eternity and Sundering, the Highborne Empire was destroyed, and she and her people sank to the bottom of the sea."
"I've failed to find Lisa again, but I won't give up. I am Medivh, a man who never gives up."
"By chance, I met Queen Azshara. Hidden in the mist, she gazed silently in Azshara's direction, her expression one of deep sorrow and unbearable pain."
"Queen Azshara is very strong, even stronger than my mother."
"She told me that she had also been a student at the Sargeras Void Academy, shouldering the responsibility of saving the world, but she failed. When she challenged a certain authority, the force of resistance arose so suddenly."
"Yes, I've known about Queen Azshara for a long time. She's my senior and a celebrity in the academy."
"Every ten thousand years, Sargeras Void Academy recruits one student from Azeroth. She is so exceptionally talented, ranking among the most outstanding figures in the academy's history, not only because of her boundless charm, but also because of her wisdom and comprehension comparable to the Legion's leaders. Even she failed."
"Those who feign sleep are far more terrifying than the ignorant masses. Like the Old Gods, they draw nourishment from Azeroth, gaining extraordinary power, and then plot to escape this world on the verge of destruction."
"Queen Azshara's defeat has only Steadfast my resolve to make this choice."
"Those who feign sleep are the Eye of the Sky, the Shadow Without Form, the Dark Cycle, and so on."
"I couldn't find Lisa, and feeling disheartened, I gave up."
In Medivh's diary, the names of those feigning sleep are all code names, representing who they represent. This is likely the true secret of the Azeroth Continent, the hidden Blackhand behind the scenes.
Who exactly are these people? It's hard to figure them out.
Robbie thought Gul'dan might know something, and tormenting Gul'dan would be simple: just keep him with the singing Naaru "Lala." In the entire garrison, only Kel'Thuzad could withstand the Naaru's singing.
In less than half a day, Gul'dan broke down amidst the Naaru's terrifying song, and he just kept shouting incoherently:
"Tyrande and Malfurion will come to my rescue."
Malfurion and his wife were the leaders of the Night Elf race for ten thousand years.
Robbie felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. The mad Gul'dan might be telling the truth, and it seemed he had to be prepared.
Teldrassil, Darnassus.
Tyrande Whisperwind, the leader of the Night Elf race, dressed in her favorite white priestess robes, leisurely tended to the flowers and plants in the Elf garden.
As an Elf leader who has lived for ten thousand years, she possesses countless skills, such as gardening.
The Night Elf Warriors, their loyal Priests, Sentinels, Huntress, all served him attentively.
As the most outstanding night hunter under the moonlight, a chosen one of the goddess Elune, Tyrande has led the Night Elves in battle for centuries. She is not alone; she has the great Elune behind her and the support of the Emerald Dream.
Her power was so secure that no one could challenge it for ten thousand years.
Tyrande was still as young as a girl, with a pair of green eyes as pure as emeralds.
Tyrande doesn't possess Queen Azshara's captivating superhuman charm; her ability to firmly hold supreme power among the Night Elves is due to the goddess's blessings.
Elune, the goddess, is the source of power for the Night Elf race.
The carefree Tyrande suddenly let out a soft sigh, an ominous feeling emanating from the Eastern Kingdoms, Stormwind City, making her shiver involuntarily.
Tyrande's expression turned grim as the divine message from the goddess echoed in her ears.
Ever since the Orcs entered the Azeroth Continent, Tyrande has been heartbroken, and a few fine lines have crept onto the corners of her silver eyes, something she had never had in the nearly ten thousand years she had ruled the Night Elf race.
Tyrande was physically and mentally exhausted, especially after hearing the goddess's oracle, leaving her at a loss for what to do.
"High Priestess, is something on your mind?" a Priest asked with concern.
Tyrande rubbed her forehead and sighed deeply. "I've received news that King Varian is imprisoned in Stormwind City, and the power of the Kingdom of Stormwind has fallen into the hands of the Defias Brotherhood."
"Varian is a great King, he deserves to be saved," a Huntress said indignantly.
Tyrande's expression was grave as she spoke loudly:
"Yes, this is a crime against a great King. King Varian Consecration everything for Azeroth, and no one loved this world more than him. We cannot stand by and watch a King suffer such humiliation."
Immediately, Tyrande revealed a puzzled expression that seemed difficult to shake off:
"Why do Evil organizations like the Defias Brotherhood still exist? Shouldn't they have been wiped out long ago? Why are so many people filled with malice towards Azeroth? I really can't understand it."
"Only we Night Elf race are willing to Consecration everything for Azeroth," another Priestess said proudly.
A night Huntress asked curiously, "I've heard that Kingdom of Stormwind is powerful and has many main forces. How come His Majesty the King is being sidelined?"
A Priestess explained:
"You may not know this, but Kingdom of Stormwind paid a heavy price to defeat the Lich King, but it was worth it. After the Battle of Northrend, Kingdom of Stormwind was already strapped for cash, which is why they made a concerted effort to invite Gilneas to join the Alliance; otherwise, humanity's leadership would be in jeopardy."
Tyrande summoned the Sentinels and said solemnly, "Immediately send a message to King Genn Greymane, inviting him to Teldrassil to discuss how to rescue King Varian."
"Should we awaken Lord Malfurion?" the Sentinels asked.
Tyrande's face darkened. Before her stood a woman with dazzling blonde hair, whose slender figure was barely concealed by her robes. She gritted her teeth and said, "No need."
The Westfall, Moonbrook.
According to the official records of Kingdom of Stormwind, the Defias Brotherhood had been wiped out by the spontaneously organized People's Militia, Westfall had returned to a peaceful life.
Moonbrook, a town that was once Legendary to be controlled by the Evil Brotherhood, has now returned to the hands of the People's Army. Churches and schools have been built there, and more and more outsiders are flocking in, making Moonbrook increasingly prosperous.
On this day, a messenger from Stormwind City arrived in Moonbrook he met with Headmistress Oriana at the school.
Ms. Oriana is not very old. She has been the headmistress since King Varian's return. Although she is exquisitely beautiful, she always gives people a dangerous feeling, as if she were a dangerous beast and seems difficult to get along with.
The people of Moonbrook are very grateful to her; Ms. Oriana is a learned and talented woman who has taught many excellent students.
"From today onwards, Moonbrook will no longer need to change its appearance," the messenger announced happily.