Mount Hyjal is where almost all the Night Elves have gathered.
After gaining near-immortality, the Night Elves gradually lost interest in procreation, and their overall population remained relatively stable. This is probably a natural balance, making each Night Elf exceptionally precious.
Witnessing their brethren being tormented by the Moon Goddess, the Night Elf were bloodshot as they loudly denounced Tyrande's atrocities. Unfortunately, their resistance was futile; the Moon Goddess's power was immense today, Pain Suppression the magic of the Well of Eternity within them.
The rebels were easily defeated, and blood flowed like a river in the square of the Temple of the Moon.
Rhonin watched all this with a heavy heart. He closed his eyes helplessly, his clenched fists loosening and closing again before finally letting them relax.
He knew he was powerless, just as he had when he saw Archimonde destroy Dalaran.
How is a cowardly and timid race created?
After all the rebels were suppressed from within, all that remained were those meek lambs who eked out a living, devoid of passion, impulse, and docile nature.
This is a cruel choice, a flawed selection process.
Rhonin shook his head, his mind filled with questions. He couldn't understand why Tyrande would do such a thing. If it was for her own ambition or for the queen's position, it was simply incomprehensible.
The Night Elves of Mount Hyjal could not possibly defeat Queen Azshara and her Highborne.
What's the point of having innocent blood flowing in the river?
Looking at Malfurion beside him, the Druid's eyes were also filled with confusion. He looked at Tyrande with puzzlement, it seemed that even Malfurion did not understand the true purpose behind this.
The Priests of the Temple of the Moon all showed signs of reluctance, but Tyrande's attitude was unwavering. Her beautiful face was as Frost. The Moon Goddess Steadfast her resolve, and she watched indifferently as her kin fell into pools of blood.
Broxigar, an Orcs nearby, looked utterly delighted. He loved seeing bloodshed and sacrifice, but it was a pity that the Night Elves here were Corruption the power of the Moon Goddess, otherwise he would have been there to feast on them.
Nearly half of the Night Elves were slaughtered. Under the brutal suppression, no Night Elf dared to resist anymore. The survivors stood numbly in the square, like dead tree stumps, soulless walking corpses.
"Seeing you become devout followers of Moon Goddess fills me with great satisfaction." Tyrande revealed a cruel smile, "Today, too many of our brethren have sacrificed themselves here. It is a sacrifice worth making, for the sake of Elune. Remember, their deaths were worthwhile, and we will hold Queen Azshara accountable for this hatred."
"Let us fight for freedom, for a new life for the Night Elves, for a hopeful tomorrow."
Tyrande shouted the slogans, but few responded. It wasn't until the Moon Goddess's radiance once again hovered above her that Night Elves joined in, and the shouts grew louder and louder.
Rhonin clearly saw that some clever Night Elves immediately changed their tune, loudly flattering the Moon Goddess and Tyrande, and the Moon Goddess rewarded them, as powerful moonlight entered their bodies.
"Even among the Night Elf race, there are cowards who fear death." When life is threatened, one cannot expect too much; survival is a biological instinct.
Rhonin gave a bitter smile; he could understand the choices these Night Elf made.
Rhonin suddenly wondered what Illidan would do after learning what had happened at Mount Hyjal.
By ordering the false believers to leave their homeland at Mount Hyjal and the Burning Legion constructing Portal, Azshara City had already learned of the changes at Mount Hyjal.
Xavius knew Tyrande very well and realized that something big was about to happen. He found Illidan and Robbie, and the three of them discussed it for a long time.
Unfortunately, Tyrande acted too quickly. Within days, news of the blockade of Mount Hyjal and the massacre at the Temple of the Moon arrived.
Illidan's eyes turned bloodshot, all feelings he had for Tyrande vanished, and he roared, "Tyrande is a madwoman! I will kill her! She is harming our people! I will march back to Mount Hyjal!"
"Calm down, calm down." Xavius held Illidan tightly. "What can you do if you go back? How can you fight against the power of the Moon Goddess? You'll only sacrifice yourself in vain. Don't act impulsively."
Illidan knew this was wrong, but he couldn't control his temper. "Are we just going to sit idly by and do nothing? The people of Mount Hyjal are suffering, and we can only stand by and watch."
Robbie understood Illidan's impulsiveness and could only suggest, "Let's go see Queen Azshara."
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty."
Illidan's eyes lit up. As the queen of the Night Elves, he absolutely could not stand idly by in this matter.
Azshara's Royal Palace.
When Robbie and his two companions entered the Royal Palace, they found it already in a flurry of activity.
The most powerful mages in Azshara gathered here, fiddling with various instruments and equipment. Many mages squatted on the ground, performing tedious and complex calculations, and various obscure formulas floated in the Royal Palace.
On the night the Moon Goddess descended, countless magical energies converged above the Well of Eternity, forming an eye as large as a city, its vertical pupil gazing at the moon in the sky.
Elune, the bright moon, is approaching Azeroth. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As she gazes upon the earth, she also has the chance to glimpse a god. Her giant eye is fixed on the ravines on the moon, and images are transmitted to the Royal Palace, where all the Archmages are calculating.
Such a momentous event went unnoticed by Xavius, the steward, and Illidan, the queen's successor. They understood the queen's good intentions, after all, Mount Hyjal was their homeland, and what they needed at this moment was a calm mind.
The throne still held the illusion of the Queen, who appeared equally exhausted and unable to maintain a perfect illusion. Illidan and Xavius felt somewhat ashamed, realizing that the Queen had never given up on Mount Hyjal.
Illidan.
The Queen's voice, like a gentle spring breeze, echoed throughout the Royal Palace:
"Impulse and passion solve nothing, and reckless courage only brings unnecessary sacrifices. We must consider the problem rationally. Our enemy is a god, not something that courage and passion can defeat."
"I'm just not reconciled," Illidan said resentfully.
"How could I have ever been content with this?" A slight ripple appeared in the Queen's calm voice as she slowly spoke:
"From a very early age, I've wanted to bring Mount Hyjal under the control of free city-states, just like Suramar City. What do you think the countless Night Elves in Azshara are researching magic day and night for? Just for fun? For pleasure?"
"The enemy we face is a god, so powerful that we didn't even have the will to struggle. Fortunately, Elune is just an individual, and her power has reached its limit, making it difficult for her to advance any further. Meanwhile, I have gathered the geniuses of the Night Elves in Azshara City."
"We study magic, we decipher the mysteries of the Old Gods, we draw useful knowledge from the Burning Legion, and we are constantly closing the distance between us and Elune. At least for now, she no longer seems like an insurmountable mountain. Time is on our side, and we will eventually achieve victory."
"What can we do?" Illidan and Xavius asked together.