"Why refuse? Why not give the followers of the Moon Goddess the opportunity to choose freely?" Mannoroth looked at Tyrande with a sneer, "What are you worried about? What are you afraid of, High Priest of the Moon Goddess?"
Tyrande explained fiercely:
"Because most people are foolish, they lack analytical and judgmental abilities, they don't understand the greatness of the Moon Goddess's kingdom descends, all non-believers will be wiped out. You are murdering them. Only I, Tyrande, can guide them in the right direction."
Mannoroth's sarcasm deepened as he tried to elicit Tyrande's true thoughts:
"Night Elf, even the most cunning and treacherous Eredar cannot match your hypocrisy and treachery. Do not conceal your true intentions from a battle- Pit Lord; your pitiful wisdom cannot fool me. Speak your true thoughts."
Tyrande gave a disdainful look. "Pit Lord, every Night Elf on Mount Hyjal is my Wealth, a bargaining chip to exchange for glory and power from the Moon Goddess. Do you think I would give them up?"
Mannoroth realized Tyrande was tight-lipped and it was difficult to get anything out of her, so he angrily said, "You insignificant Night Elves, the Legion isn't as unscrupulous as you. We must give our people the freedom to choose, otherwise the Legion would rather refuse."
Damn it.
Tyrande couldn't help but curse, then lowered her head and thought for a long time:
"Three days. I'm only giving them three days to choose: stay or flee their homes."
The Burning Legion has never been merciful, and Mannoroth knows nothing of kindness. He simply obeys Archimonde's orders instinctively, readily replying, "Very well, as you wish, three days."
A small contingent of the Burning Legion entered Mount Hyjal ahead of others, driving out the ancestral inhabitants, including Furbolg -Harpies, and began constructing a massive Legion Portal.
Not long after Tyrande returned, the Temple of the Moon issued an order.
The cunning Tyrande knew what was in her best interest. She didn't mention anything about accepting Fel, only saying that some false believers had appeared among the Night Elves, who were not devout enough to the Elune. She said that if they were willing to leave Mount Hyjal within three days, she would forgive their past mistakes and allow them to escape.
No one would admit to being undevout in their faith, and once the notice was posted, not a Night Elf, whether a follower of the Moon Goddess or not, was willing to leave Mount Hyjal.
However, nothing stays hidden forever. A certain Moon Goddess Priest accidentally let slip the secret, or a Temple of the Moon guard warned some friends, and the news that the Temple of the Moon was forcing its followers to accept Fel still got out.
In particular, the Burning Legion's blatant construction of Portal on Mount Hyjal further confirmed the collusion between the Temple of the Moon and the Burning Legion, leading to a flurry of rumors and speculations.
Intelligent people are few and far between, and even fewer can see the truth in a complex situation. Most people chose to wait and see, and less than one-tenth of the Night Elves left Mount Hyjal.
Some went to the Magic City of Azshara, others went to Suramar to enjoy life, and still others struggled to make a living in Black Rook Hold.
Malfurion stood at the village entrance, watching helplessly as his beloved Lisa left.
After Illidan left, perhaps due to a lack of competition, Malfurion and Tyrande's relationship remained lukewarm, and this indifference easily created distance between them.
Lisa, the most beautiful and gentle woman in the village, naturally became Malfurion's object of secret love.
Seeing the beautiful Lisa leave without hesitation, Malfurion even had an impulse to abandon everything and go with Lisa.
Unfortunately, Malfurion knew he was already too deeply involved and had no other choice.
As the moonlight faded and the rising sun shone on Malfurion, a bitter smile on his face, he walked into his little cabin, knowing it would be another sleepless day.
Three days later, the guards of the Temple of the Moon couldn't wait to seal off the entrances and exits to Mount Hyjal, forbidding any Night Elves from entering or leaving.
The moon over Elune was exceptionally bright that night, dozens of times larger than usual, as if it hung above Mount Hyjal, seemingly within reach.
The power of the Moon Goddess enveloped the loyal Priests and guards of the Temple of the Moon, draping them in a thin mist and veil, giving them a hazy, mysterious feel.
The Night Elves gathered in the plaza in front of the Temple of the Moon, a dense, dark mass. There were so many of them that not only was the plaza packed with people, but countless more were also found in the nearby forest and among the Night Elf trees.
The power of the Moon Goddess protected Tyrande. A full moon hung above her head, casting countless rays of moonlight, making her appear incomparably noble and holy. With a devout expression, Tyrande ascended the high platform, gazing at the dark mass of believers.
With the blessing of the Moon Goddess, Tyrande's voice was filled with majesty:
"Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, you are all children of the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess has always protected us from ignorance. The Moon Goddess helped us obtain the power of the Well of Eternity, defeat the Trolls, and become the masters of the Azeroth."
"Unfortunately, there are some bad elements, schemers, and ambitious people hiding among us Night Elves. They abuse magic, use it for their own selfish gain, and attempt to control all the Night Elves, trying to enslave us."
"Thanks to the Guardian the Moon Goddess, our conspiracy failed. We, the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, are the only Night Elf race who have not been enslaved. The Moon Goddess has blessed us; we must fight for freedom and eliminate those evil elements, Queen Azshara and her Highborne."
The sound reached the ears of every Night Elf present, immediately sparking a flurry of discussion.
Queen Azshara, though not very influential in Mount Hyjal, was still a respected queen among all Night Elves. Tyrande's speech was met with skepticism from the Night Elves.
Tyrande ignored these dissenting voices and shouted:
"My brethren, countless Night Elves have been enslaved and await our rescue. Fortunately, we have received the help of the Burning Legion. We must cast aside the magic of the Well of Eternity within us, break free of our shackles, absorb the Fel energy that symbolizes freedom, and fight for freedom."
While slandering Queen Azshara might only provoke discussion, abandoning the magic of the Well of Eternity, which concerns the vital interests of everyone, immediately met with opposition from all the Night Elves.
The rumors were finally confirmed, and the Night Elves, feeling deceived, were furious.
"Tyrande, have you gone mad? You traitor to the Night Elves!"
"Tyrande, you are not qualified to be the Chief Priestess. We must leave Mount Hyjal."
"Elune, has colluded with the Burning Legion! She's an evil god; she will destroy everything we have."
Tyrande gave a cold laugh and shouted, "Do you dare defy the Moon Goddess? You insignificant blasphemers, you all deserve to die! Accept the Moon Goddess's punishment!"
Thousands of moonlight descended from the sky, landing on the Night Elves who shouted the loudest.
The Night Elves lay on the ground, howling in agony, their bodies writhing as if being ravaged by an invisible foot. Their skin cracked, and worm-like creatures crawled out, tearing at their flesh.
Thousands of Night Elves lay dead on the ground, their agonizing screams echoing in the bright moonlight.
"This is what happens to those who rebel." Tyrande said with a smug expression.