Night Elf race have an exceptionally long shelf life when it comes to love, and they are particularly loyal to their partners.
Once the two establish a relationship, they must be prepared to face countless years together.
Centuries later, many couples have become like the left and right hands. Although they may not speak a word to each other for hundreds of years, their thoughts and actions have become completely synchronized. There is no need for verbal communication; the two people live as one.
It truly cannot be cleaved by a knife, burned by fire, or separated even if the Sundering, or if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.
But Malfurion and Tyrande are rare exceptions among the Night Elf race.
Regardless of the rumors circulating about their affection for each other, or how deep their feelings are.
However, the fact remains undeniable: Malfurion has been in a deep slumber for many years.
This is not the behavior of a couple with a deep love for each other. A couple who truly love each other can overcome all difficulties to be together, even if it means giving up the whole world.
Their relationship had long been dead in name only.
This is related to their initial emotional experience. At that time, Illidan fell in love with Tyrande. His love was selfless and simple, pouring out his passion and giving his all.
But Malfurion's feelings towards Tyrande stemmed more from jealousy of his younger brother. An older brother facing a younger brother who is superior to him in every way, almost flawless and perfect, harbors resentment that breeds rebellion.
True feelings cannot overcome false affections; Malfurion used his cunning to win Tyrande's heart.
But Tyrande soon realized she had been tricked. Unfortunately, this was the tradition of the Elf race, and besides, a leader like her had to set an example for her people.
Tyrande and Malfurion usually keep to themselves, only sitting down together to discuss matters at the most crucial moments, since Malfurion, like Tyrande, is a loner.
"Why, why? You unreasonable shrew."
Upon waking, Malfurion stroked his antlers and protested loudly:
"Why can't I sleep a little longer in the Emerald Dream, where my Little Nana and I live a happy and joyful life, and we already have three lovely little babies?"
"Little Nana?"
Tyrande frowned in disgust; the high priestess of the Moon Goddess was on the verge of exploding in rage.
Upon seeing that Malfurion had awakened, the Night Elf guards responsible for his safety wisely left.
"Malfurion, you damned lecherous deer, put away your filthy thoughts and wake up from your delusional dreams! Look at what's happening in this world. You probably don't know, but the goddess hasn't answered my prayers for a long time." Tyrande suppressed her anger, reminding herself to prioritize the greater good.
Tyrande had good reason to be angry with Malfurion. Malfurion could openly flirt with other women, and if Tyrande got annoyed with his behavior, he could build his own world in the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande can at most criticize Malfurion's morality and behavior, but she can't do anything about the world Tyrande imagines. This is why most Druids like to immerse themselves in the Emerald Dream.
The dreamlike Emerald Dream where wishes come true is just too addictive.
Malfurion remained stunned for a long while before snapping out of his daze, caught between dream and reality.
He realized he was in Darnassus and had to face the helplessness and bitterness of real life, as well as an annoying partner, which made him feel quite annoyed.
"Tyrande, I've sensed recent events in the Emerald Dream as well. You should know that the Nightmare Lord Xavius has been trying to Corruption our dreams, but he's clearly toned it down recently."
"Corruption?" Tyrande curled her lip, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Don't think I don't know your dreams are probably filled with many filthy and unbearable scenes, aren't they?"
"How can daydreaming be considered obscene? Druids ' dreams are all healthy. Matters between men and women are related to the reproduction of the race, so what's wrong with that? It's a necessary behavior for the future of the race; we're just practicing for the sake of reproduction."
Malfurion, shameless as ever, said without batting an eye:
"Tyrande, you should abandon this prejudice."
Tyrande's forehead veins throbbed; every conversation with Malfurion left her exhausted, feeling as if she had aged several years. "Malfurion, I need your advice, not your sarcastic remarks."
"Alright, alright, actually I also sensed the goddess's elusive nature in the Emerald Dream. My mentor Cenarius often sighed with me, saying he couldn't sense the goddess's will. Tyrande, quickly tell me everything that's been happening lately," Malfurion said, touching the antlers on his forehead.
Tyrande rolled her eyes at Malfurion, feeling ashamed of her good-for-nothing partner, who was, in fact, the leader of the Druids.
He recounted in as much detail as possible everything that had happened recently, including Medivh becoming the Flesh-Eternal, Thrall, and Saurfang the Great being replaced. Such sudden news deeply shocked Malfurion, who pondered it for a long time.
"Medivh and her son are both dead, what a relief! Thrall and Saurfang, those two treacherous bastards are dead, haha, this is great news! Just think how arrogant and domineering they were back then, they didn't even take us seriously. I never thought they'd end up like this."
Malfurion was overjoyed. One of the advantages of the Night Elf race was that if they couldn't kill their enemies, they could wait for them to die on their own; their longevity was their greatest strength.
Seeing Tyrande's impatient expression, Malfurion suddenly turned pale with fright and said in horror, "This is not right. There must be an unseen hand orchestrating all of this. Yes, that must be it."
Seeing Malfurion's serious attitude and terrified expression, Tyrande also felt a pang of panic, her heart pounding and her face turning pale.
"It's my brother, Illidan Stormrage! He must have been the mastermind behind it all. He's still alive! Maiev deceived us!" Malfurion exclaimed dramatically, his expression serious.
"Why!"
Tyrande let out a long sigh. Malfurion could sometimes show his resourcefulness, but more often he was just making pointless assumptions. Fortunately, Tyrande knew him well enough to make the right judgment.
Hahaha, hahaha!
Malfurion's surprise turned to delight, but Tyrande, accustomed to his unpredictable temper, simply watched him coldly.
"Tyrande, this is our chance, a golden opportunity!" Malfurion exclaimed, his antlers practically glowing.
What do you mean?
Tyrande could tell that Malfurion's intelligence had finally kicked in.
Malfurion said in a melodious and rhythmic voice:
"The goddess has always supported the Orcs and hoped to see Orcs rise, which is why she ordered us to do what we did on Mount Hyjal. Our failure to wipe out the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon Mage Corps enraged the goddess, and thankfully my foolish brother took the blame for us."
Tyrande understood this perfectly. The Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon Mage Corps led by General Feathermoon, apart from having the word "Moon Goddess" in its name, had nothing to do with the Moon Goddess Elune. It was an armed force developed by the Elf race itself, perfectly avoiding the effects of Mana Addiction.
This team is extremely powerful; Tyrande's Sentinels and Malfurion's Druids are far inferior to them.
Malfurion continued, "I suspect the goddess isn't answering your prayers because she's hesitant. Perhaps she's already disappointed in the Orcs. Isn't this the perfect opportunity for us Night Elves to take their place?"