Tyrande was baffled, her bright eyes darting around as if she had misheard.
The Moon Goddess's oracles are always rigorous, but they never contain any emotion, nor do they easily reveal her thoughts.
Tyrande looked at the Moon Goddess enshrined in the Temple of the Moon Goddess, whose right hand held the Tear of Elune, a symbol of the goddess's presence on earth. Finding no movement, Tyrande tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and finally confirmed that she had misheard.
Looking up at the hazy moonlight, Tyrande fell into thought. As the years passed, the relationship between Malfurion, Illidan, and her gradually changed.
They are no longer the carefree playmates of their childhood; the simplicity and joy of childhood are gone, replaced by the complexities of the adult world and the yearning and pursuit of power.
Illidan is exceptionally talented, a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Night Elves. His future achievements may very well rival those of Queen Azshara. He is a treasure bestowed upon the Night Elf race by the heavens and was originally the best choice for a partner.
For this reason, Tyrande once pleaded with the Moon Goddess listened to Tyrande's prayer and helped her win Illidan's love. However, Tyrande later discovered that Illidan was too naive; he was simply living in his own world.
Tyrande gradually realized that Illidan, who was indifferent to power and money, was not a good partner.
As she grew older, Tyrande longed for a life of luxury and supreme power. She did not want to go to the capital, Azshara, because it was filled with pedantic academic atmosphere.
Tyrande was drawn to the bustling Suramar City, where the nights were bright and dazzling, the goods were plentiful, and the robes of nobles adorned with Magic Gems all captivated Tyrande.
Unfortunately, Illidan couldn't give Tyrande all of that.
But Tyrande had no intention of relinquishing her attraction to Illidan; she reveled in the pleasure of being pursued by the two brothers.
As Tyrande's position in the Temple of the Moon rose, she realized that Illidan was a crucial part of Moon Goddess's plan. With Moon Goddess's secret guidance, Tyrande and Malfurion worked together seamlessly to firmly control Illidan.
The Moon Goddess's radiance descended from the temple, shining upon Tear of Elune and casting a milky white glow over the entire temple.
Tyrande immediately knelt before the Moon Goddess, and she heard the Moon Goddess's oracle.
This is a special oracle, composed of a complex series of symbols, which only the priests of the Moon Goddess can understand to ensure strict secrecy, representing the special importance of this oracle.
After the Moon Goddess's light faded, Tyrande rose from the ground, straightened her silver hooded robe, and without a word, hurried through the temple's magnificent marble hall. She had to hurry to Cenarius's residence.
"A key figure concerning the future of the Night Elves is in danger and desperately needs Tyrande's help. He is the messenger of the Moon Goddess, an Orcs named Broxigar Saurfang."
Tyrande kept repeating the divine oracle in her mind, not understanding why a savage Orcs would become Emissary.
But the Moon Goddess's will was not to be questioned, and as a priest, one dared not ask.
A broken mirror cannot be mended, and spilled water cannot be gathered up again.
Some words, once spoken, can never be taken back.
Malfurion, preoccupied with his own pleasure, declared that he was severing his brotherhood with Illidan.
He then regretted it; he had forgotten the Moon Goddess's instructions.
Illidan stared at Malfurion with a grim expression, a storm raging within him.
He couldn't believe his brother would say such a thing; all the humility and courtesy he had shown him since childhood had been met with heartlessness and ingratitude.
It was something I had anticipated, yet it still caused me so much heartache.
Illidan then realized that what he had been afraid to face all along was the fear of exposing the false brotherhood between himself and Malfurion; in a sense, he was also a coward.
Cenarius paused for a moment, then praised, "Malfurion, you truly are my disciple. The spirit of the Druid lies not in strength, but in sacrifice, in selflessness. Illidan, you are unworthy to be Druid."
Robbie and Xavius shook their heads in unison. This Cenarius, like master, like disciple.
Illidan was very disappointed, but he did not forget his purpose.
"Cenarius, may I teach them?" he asked, pointing to Rhonin and the other two.
"Illidan, you have not grasped the true meaning of the Druid's Path."
Cenarius shook his head, about to launch into a long speech, when he saw Rhonin and Krasus take the initiative to stand beside Illidan. Only Orcs hesitated Broxigar. He hadn't forgotten Cenarius's promise, but he thought that promise might not be reliable. Learning real skills was the most important thing.
Broxigar adopted a fawning expression, addressing Illidan as "My Lord." Illidan remained unfazed, inwardly thinking with disdain, "Truly a treacherous Orcs. Just wait and see how I deal with you."
"Hmph, a bunch of ungrateful bastards." Cenarius left with Malfurion.
Krasus was overjoyed. He had originally looked down on the Druid's Path, but after seeing Illidan's transformation—that colossal Juxiong as large as a mountain— Krasus changed his mind and felt that he had a chance to defeat Deathwing.
Illidan's mind raced. He adopted a serious demeanor and began to instruct the three, speaking with measured intonation, "The Druid's Path lies in comprehension and familiarity. I will first help you experience the great power of nature and life."
Without a word, Illidan grabbed Krasus's shoulders, immobilizing him and quickly binding him firmly. Krasus was startled, wondering what Illidan was about to do.
A gentle power entered his body, Krasus felt a warm, comfortable sensation, as if he were soaking in a hot spring. Illidan whispered in his ear:
"Pay attention to guiding the natural and life force within you, allowing this force to resonate with your physical body. Yes, the natural and life force will temporarily alter your physical structure. Do not resist it; try to accept this force."
Krasus let out a roar, and then he transformed into a black panther.
Although not as large as Illidan's bear, it was still large enough to overlook Cenarius's cabin. Krasus was overjoyed; he had indeed succeeded. He slowly absorbed Illidan's teachings and fell into deep thought.
Next, Illidan helped Rhonin successfully transform into a brightly colored parrot.
"It's my turn, Lord Illidan. I'm going to transform into a Devilsaur."
Broxigar was eager to accept Illidan's guidance. By now, his injuries had almost healed, and he was filled with envy as he saw Krasus and Rhonin achieve success.
"Devilsaur, is it? Simple, leave it to me."
Illidan chuckled and grabbed Broxigar's arm. He wouldn't show any mercy to this Orcs, though of course, he still had to play the part completely.
"Feel this power carefully; it is both very strong and gentle. Don't resist it. No, that's not it. You're mistaken. Be careful."
Broxigar was completely bewildered and didn't understand what was happening. Then he felt a tightness in his chest, followed by a bloody hole the size of a bowl that exploded open. Broxigar screamed and almost fainted.
"It's alright, take your time. I'll heal you. Nature and life force can heal your injuries." Illidan stepped forward with ill intent.
Bang.
Broxigar's right shoulder was blown apart, and his right arm hung limply at his sides.
At this moment, Krasus and Rhonin both realized that Illidan was clearly targeting Broxigar.
Robbie pondered to himself, realizing that Illidan wasn't stupid at all; he was simply blinded by love and family.
"Illidan, release that Orcs."
A delicate shout rang out, and everyone turned to look, seeing Tyrande bathed in milky-white moonlight.