"We can't count on Malfurion; we'll have to rely on Illidan."
Tyrande thought helplessly, knowing full well that Illidan loved her and was willing to do anything for her.
It has some value that can be utilized; Illidan must be quite pleased.
There's still time. Maiev is probably sharpening her meat-cutting axe; it'll be some time before she feeds the Orcs.
Tyrande crawled under the bed, where, in a hidden corner at the foot of the bed, lay a secret door—a secret escape route that Tyrande had prepared specifically for herself, leading directly from her bedroom into the depths of the dense forest outside.
Tyrande cautiously made her way into the narrow passage, thankfully without incident; the passage, unused for years, remained clear.
Emerging from the bush-covered tree hollow, Tyrande let out a long breath, finally breathing in the fresh air.
Having served as Priest of the Moon Goddess for a long time, rising step by step from an ordinary Priest to eventually becoming the Chief Priestess of the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande constantly pondered the Moon Goddess's abilities and temperament.
Elune, is not omniscient or omnipotent; her power is limited to the area illuminated by moonlight.
Even under the moonlight, she wouldn't notice unless the Moon Goddess was paying special attention.
Tyrande dared not take any risks, choosing instead to travel along secluded paths where the moonlight could not reach. Her destination was the hut where Illidan lived. Tyrande hoped for good luck; otherwise, she would be in trouble if she couldn't find Illidan.
Illidan gazed silently at the moonlight outside the window, his amber eyes filled with sorrow, and he couldn't help but sigh—he had sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time.
A cruel Orcs, possessing Demons Fel within him, unexpectedly became the Emissary of the Elune.
What's wrong with this world?
What's even more heartbreaking is Malfurion's ruthlessness and Tyrande's self-doubt.
The perfect goddess in my heart, Tyrande, was willing to suffer serious injuries to protect an Orcs.
Thinking of Tyrande's mangled, visceral appearance, Illidan found himself feeling a sense of disgust.
Tyrande, who was badly injured, wasn't exactly beautiful, but I love her, so I should feel sorry for her.
This isn't right.
Why do I have this strange feeling when she's my childhood sweetheart, the goddess I love most?
Illidan shook his head, realizing something he had been unaware of.
As Illidan gradually regained consciousness, he began to ask himself: Why did he love Tyrande so much? Why was he so hopelessly in love with her?
Liking someone might mean liking their looks, temperament, or gentle nature. It could also mean their talent, personality, something you admire, or a pleasant feeling they give you. In short, they must be attractive.
There is no such thing as love without a reason. Illidan suddenly realized that Tyrande had nothing that attracted him.
A strange love... Illidan recalled that Xavius had seemingly mentioned, intentionally or unintentionally, that the Priest of the Moon Goddess Mastery bewitching magic, capable of drawing people into inexplicable love without their knowledge.
Could it be that I've truly been bewitched?
Illidan stood by the window, gazing at the enigmatic moonlight and the mysterious goddess Elune, his doubts growing stronger. He began to ponder when he had fallen for Tyrande.
Tyrande grew up with the Stormrage brothers. From childhood to adulthood, Illidan never showed Tyrande any love. Like the other young men in the village, he was completely infatuated with the beautiful and charming Lisa.
As Tyrande Priestess of the Moon status at the Temple of the Moon, her allure grew stronger.
Could it really be related to the allure of the Moon Goddess?
Just then, Tyrande arrived at Illidan's cabin. She was still wearing her Priest's robes, with beautiful patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem, but her clothes and hair were covered with grass and dust, making her look disheveled.
"Illidan, save me," Tyrande pleaded pitifully, her eyes welling with tears.
Seeing Tyrande in such a disheveled state, Illidan, for some reason, felt an even greater dislike for Tyrande.
"What, the great Orcs Emissary abandoned you? Heh, I'm quite happy to hear that." Illidan said sarcastically, and even he himself was stunned as soon as the words left his mouth. How could he speak to the goddess in such a tone?
Tyrande stared blankly at Illidan. If Illidan couldn't be used, it would be a nightmare for her.
Having made a swift decision in her mind, Tyrande quickly made her choice, and she cried even harder.
"Illidan, only you can help me now. It's Maiev; she's falsely claiming to be acting on the Moon Goddess's orders."
Tyrande wept and told Illidan everything that had happened recently, including her own ordeal.
For some reason, Illidan felt a surge of pleasure. As his love for Tyrande faded, his intellect finally returned, and he was able to see through Tyrande's lies.
"No, Tyrande, you're lying. You can't tell if this is a test from the Moon Goddess. I know your ambition; the prestige of Emissary is what attracts you. Otherwise, you could have prayed to the Moon Goddess for confirmation instead of begging me."
Tyrande was secretly astonished. How could Illidan be so clever?
Left with no other choice, Tyrande had to gamble everything and use her final trump card in order to gain Illidan's help:
"Illidan, I confess to you, yes, your love for me is not normal. It is a power bestowed upon me by the Moon Goddess, a strange and Charm Magic. But you should understand me. The reason I attract you is because of my unconditional love for you."
"I love you with all my heart, but I'm afraid the Charm Magic will disappear. I've been conflicted, which is why I treated you that way." Tyrande bit her lip and said sadly, "It's all my fault. I'm a selfish woman, unworthy of your love, but I really have no other choice. Only you can help me now."
A woman who prayed to the Moon Goddess for Charm Magic because she loved herself.
Illidan was both amused and exasperated; he didn't know whether he should be moved.
At this moment, his love for Tyrande finally vanished.
Seeing Tyrande weeping uncontrollably, and thinking of her tragic past, Illidan's heart softened.
Even if it weren't Tyrande, but any other Night Elf suffering such torment, Illidan would have generously offered a helping hand, let alone his childhood friend.
The bond of childhood friendship still exists, and Illidan cannot stand idly by.
"Alright, Tyrande, I'm willing to help you, but how can I? The Temple of the Moon is protected by the power of the Moon Goddess; even I am powerless to help it."
Tyrande's face lit up with surprise, and she quickly said:
"I know the weaknesses in the Temple of the Moon's defenses. With your strength, you can easily breach them. The priests of the Temple of the Moon are no match for you. The only thing to worry about is the Veil of the Moon Goddess, which requires the Priests ' prayers. You must kill the Emissary Broxigar Saurfang before the Priests can react, and then leave quickly. No one will know it was you who did it, and I will pin the crime of killing the Emissary on the Demons."
After a pause, Tyrande added, "Of course, you must act only after I return."
Illidan looked at the woman; he was now fully conscious.
Without a doubt, Tyrande was completely dominated by power, which was the driving force behind all her actions.
I hope everything goes well.
Illidan nodded expressionlessly.