Inside Xavius's cabin.
"That's great, really great!" Xavius took out his treasured secret fruit wine and drank heartily with Robbie.
"Haha, after being hit by Malfurion and Tyrande's attacks, I think Illidan will finally realize his mistake. My friend is great in every way, but he's been ruined by those two. I hope he can wake up to reality soon."
Robbie felt that things were not so simple. If it were just simple family and love, everything they had done today could already be considered a success. But behind it all was the power of the Moon Goddess.
Savoring the delicious fruit wine, Robbie asked the question that had been on his mind:
"The Night Elf race already possess the power of the Well of Eternity, so why do they still need to worship the Elune?"
Xavius's expression turned serious, and he said cautiously:
"There are many Legendary about the Elune. To be honest, I don't know which ones are true. I only know that in the early days of our Night Elf race, when we were still Dark Trolls, some of our people worshipped Elune."
Carefully organizing his thoughts, Xavius lowered his voice and said:
"We are not the first race to be interested in the Well of Eternity. According to research, long ago, hundreds of races were guided to approach the Well of Eternity, and without exception, all of them except for the Dragonkin were swallowed up by the Well of Eternity. Some suspect that Elune was the one who guided them."
Robbie thought for a moment and guessed, "Is Elune interested in the Well of Eternity?"
Xavius looked wary, glanced around to make sure no one was outside, then nodded and whispered, "To a being as unfathomable as the Moon Goddess, we mortals are nothing but pitiful groundhogs. Luckily, we succeeded, evolving from Dark Trolls into Night Elves. We gained the power of the Well of Eternity and became stronger, but then we were attacked by the Trolls."
"This is a conspiracy," Robbie exclaimed in surprise.
The goddess Elune coveted the power of the Well of Eternity, and thus drove the races of the surface to attempt it. When the Night Elves succeeded, they learned how to utilize the power of the Well of Eternity and then destroyed their test subjects.
Xavius nodded again and said solemnly:
"In the fight against the Trolls, Goddess Elune not only did not help us, but secretly assisted our enemies. The emergence of Troll among the Druid is evidence of this; those were exceptionally difficult times. One reason we were able to win was because we used spies to plunge the Zandalari Trolls Empire into internal strife. The second reason was that the Well of Eternity gradually dried up, and Goddess Elune probably lost interest and thus lowered her guard."
Xavius sighed heavily and said with a solemn expression:
"This is a great secret of the Night Elf race. If my family's knowledge had not been passed down uninterrupted, I would never have known this secret. Living beings tend to forget, and besides, there are not many who can see through the ancient truth."
"Wait, you mean the Well of Eternity once dried up?" Robbie had heard an important piece of information.
There are many theories about the formation of the Well of Eternity. The most mainstream version is that the Titan Aman'Thul pulled Y'Shaarj, the most powerful Old God, from the planet Azeroth, leaving a terrible wound on the planet's surface, which formed the Well of Eternity.
Since it's a wound, it's not surprising that it can heal.
"But why is the Well of Eternity's magic power inexhaustible now?" Robbie asked again.
"It's because of Queen Azshara," Xavius said, his eyes shining with admiration.
"I don't know what Queen Azshara did, but through some extremely clever means, she used the last of the Well of Eternity's power to continuously draw power from the Void, creating the Well of Eternity we see today."
Queen Azshara's success once again piqued the interest of the Moon Goddess, and various Wild God spread the faith as messengers of the goddess.
"It's heartbreaking to say, but few of our people are wise; most are ignorant and foolish. Some even believe that abandoning magic and returning to the Dark Trolls is the right path. They yearn for the ancient days of worshipping the goddess Elune, believing that the era of bathing in the goddess Elune was the most glorious period for the Night Elves, and they can find all sorts of reasons to support this."
"A reverence for antiquity," Robbie sighed; he could understand.
As for Queen Isaac's methods, Robbie recalled the golden giant eye he saw from the depths of the Well of Eternity when he first entered this era, and it must be related to this.
Robbie witnessed firsthand the Night Elves of ten thousand years in the future, who were pitifully weak compared to the Night Elves of today, proving that the faction supporting the Moon Goddess had achieved final victory.
This is equivalent to successfully pushing humanity back to the Stone Age.
The goddess Elune's voyeuristic gaze upon the Well of Eternity altered the meaning of this struggle.
Robbie didn't know if he could change history, but he had to do his best.
"Xavius, how much do you know about Maiev? I have a plan."
Maiev Shadowsong hummed a lullaby as she walked briskly along the forest path, all by herself.
The moonlight is at its brightest now, representing the strongest power of the Moon Goddess.
Maiev was in a good mood. Tyrande, despite suffering a severe blow, was still slowly recovering under the goddess's radiance. During this time, Maiev managed the Temple of the Moon, and she tasted the joys of power.
The taste of power is truly intoxicating. Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess has extremely strong healing abilities, and Tyrande is recovering well. Her severed arm has successfully grown back, and she will be able to take charge of affairs soon.
How wonderful it would be if Tyrande could never recover from this serious injury.
Thinking of this, Maiev felt depressed and resentful. In terms of fighting, Tyrande was no match for Maiev, but the goddess's special favor made Tyrande's position extremely secure, and Maiev couldn't even muster the will to resist.
Just then, a bright light fell in front of Maiev.
Maiev was startled. Although she was a high priestess of the Moon Goddess, she did not understand the Moon Goddess's power. Tyrande was the same; she only knew how to pray to the goddess, but did not know the underlying principles.
Judging from its appearance, this radiance is exactly the same as the radiance of the Moon Goddess.
Robbie, disguised as Orcs, emerged from the depths of the forest, his entire body bathed in intense Holy Light.
"Maiev, the Emissary messenger is here, why don't you quickly pay your respects?" Robbie said with a ferocious expression.
Maiev was taken aback to see an Orcs possessing the radiance of the Moon Goddess. Having learned of Broxigar's example, she had no doubts about Robbie and respectfully bowed, saying, "High Priestess Maiev Shadowsong greets Your Emissary."
Robbie laughed heartily, "That's enough, no need for formalities, rise." He then pointed to the bright full moon in the sky.
"I have come to Azeroth for one man: Illidan Stormrage. He has wounded the noble Emissary, a blasphemy against the Moon Goddess. I must make him pay the price. Maiev, will you aid me?"
"So it was for Illidan."
Maiev realized this was the case, and her last bit of doubt about Robbie vanished.
"Emissary Excellency, Illidan is a barbarian, a disgrace to the Night Elves, the most shameless scoundrel. He harmed Your Emissary through despicable means. I am very willing to assist Emissary Excellency in eliminating this blasphemer."
Robbie nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Maiev. Before we deal with Illidan, there's something I need you to do. I wonder how my little brother, that good-for-nothing who was injured by Illidan, is recovering?"
Maiev understood the implication in his words and thought to herself that this Emissary was far superior to Broxigar in both strength and status, practically a powerful ally. Overjoyed, she respectfully replied:
"Your Emissary, Broxigar has recovered most of his injuries and is now able to get up and eat."