At the Night Elf camp, a group of guards from the Temple of the Moon appeared and quelled the brief disturbance.
Mannoroth "kindly" offered his help, targeting a small number of insane Night Elves. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, these irrational Night Elves were thrown into the Fel Furnace to become its raw materials.
No one objected; all the Night Elves chose to accept it in silence.
Tyrande quickly stepped in to quell the situation. She selected a few loyal Night Elves from those who had successfully embraced Fel and added them to the Moon Goddess Guard, and the situation soon stabilized.
Archimonde observed Tyrande's performance with a cold eye. Although it was somewhat rough, it had already shown considerable ambition. Archimonde wanted to go over and give her some pointers, but considering his own status, he could only give up.
Aside from a handful of powerful beings like Queen Azshara, Archimonde did not believe that anyone in Azeroth was worthy of being his equal.
A Night Elf man appeared in the camp, Malfurion Stormrage followed behind Tyrande with meek and submissive demeanor. Their positions were now extremely unequal; Tyrande held absolute power, while Malfurion pleaded behind her, merely wanting a share.
Perhaps growing impatient, Tyrande summoned Mannoroth. Tyrande's attitude was different this time; she Pride asked:
"Mannoroth, why do my people explode and die, or go mad, when they accept Fel? Is Fel really that ineffective?"
Pit Lord Mannoroth found it particularly amusing that these people had become so arrogant after gaining a little power. Even Queen Azshara had never been so Pride. Of course, compared to Pride, Queen Azshara was more inclined to take action.
Mannoroth decided not to argue with her and politely said, "The power of Fel is extremely strong, and not all beings have this privilege. There are a few unfit individuals who are so unfortunate that I can only feel sorry for them."
Tyrande found it troublesome and was about to give up, but after glancing at Malfurion, she could only ask, "I have no way to select them."
Mannoroth grinned. "Tyrande, that's not a question you should be asking."
Tyrande frowned, her voice tinged with displeasure. "Are you warning me, Pit Lord?"
Mannoroth laughed, "What I see is an irresponsible leader who treats his people like dirt. In fact, long before your people accepted the Fel, we had already informed you of the precautions. To be on the safe side, we used stone tablets, which recorded how to select the unsuitable ones."
Tyrande blushed slightly upon hearing this, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Just after their initial contact, Mannoroth had sent several boxes of stone tablets. At that time, it was the first meeting between the Night Elves and the Burning Legion, and Tyrande was overwhelmed with work and indulging in the allure of power, completely ignoring Mannoroth's explanation of the tablets' purpose.
The several boxes of stone tablets were collected by the responsible Moon Goddess Priest, who discovered their purpose, but no one dared to disturb Tyrande.
A leader who has just tasted the sweetness of power is extremely willful. Rather than sacrificing some insignificant members of his people, pointing out or reminding Tyrande of her mistakes would likely get him torn to shreds and turned into fertilizer.
Only Mannoroth was qualified to point out such a basic mistake.
Tyrande was very unhappy. She didn't care about the deaths of her people, but she disliked Mannoroth's mockery. With a cold snort, Tyrande turned and left, with Malfurion carefully following behind.
As they left the Burning Legion's camp, Tyrande turned to Malfurion without looking back and said, "Those who are unsuitable, you will choose. Since they cannot accept the power of Fel, then they will accept the natural and life force of the Moon Goddess and become a bunch of useless, low-level Druids."
Malfurion grinned. He had been by Tyrande's side for a long time and had already seen through Tyrande scheming nature, which was why she wouldn't accept the power of Fel.
In addition, the Moon Goddess Priests and Moon Goddess guards also rejected Fel, which is abnormal in itself.
Malfurion also harbored considerable ambitions, having long desired to establish his own power, and now his wish had finally come true.
After parting ways with Tyrande, Malfurion hurriedly went about his business, only to encounter Broxigar. This damned Orcs had not only inexplicably become the Emissary of the Moon Goddess and obtained Cenarius's body, but had also made great contributions to the Burning Legion, reaping all the benefits.
Malfurion dared not offend the powerful Orcs, and could only humbly step aside.
Broxigar glanced sideways at Malfurion: "Malfurion, you know what? I hate this body. It's so stupid."
Malfurion dared not refute, and could only nod in agreement, saying against his will, "Cenarius is as stupid as his body."
Broxigar smiled knowingly and proudly announced, "Mannoroth has agreed to forge me a Fel Body. I prefer the Pit Lord style. Do you have any suggestions?"
What advice can I give?
Malfurion grumbled inwardly, but had to force a fawning smile. He had intended to use some flowery words to flatter him, but Malfurion quickly realized that Broxigar could very well become the next Mannoroth.
One Mannoroth was already displeasing Tyrande; if two Pit Lords appeared...
Who will Tyrande vent her anger on? I'm afraid I'll be in for some serious trouble.
Thinking of this, Malfurion's eyes lit up, and he had an idea. He respectfully said:
"Emissary Excellency, in my humble opinion, the greatest joy in a person far from home is the day they return to their homeland in triumph, allowing their foolish and short-sighted fellow countrymen to witness their great glory. But if they don't recognize you, then they lose most of the joy."
You have a point.
Broxigar pondered for a moment and was deeply moved. Of course, he wouldn't be easily persuaded by Malfurion. Broxigar had been hesitant all along, otherwise he wouldn't have sought Malfurion's opinion.
The body of a Pit Lord is not so easy to control; it requires talent and hard work to constantly overcome various difficulties. Moreover, Pit Lords are mid-level generals of the Burning Legion and must Charge to the front in every major battle.
Broxigar wasn't that confident in his abilities.
Malfurion's suggestion was just the final small factor that successfully influenced the Scales in Broxigar's mind:
"Haha, Malfurion, you've done me a great favor. Even the best body can't compare to the perfect Orcs body. As a token of my gratitude, I'll leave you the essence of Cenarius's body. Let Cenarius go to hell!"
Something was off. Malfurion sensed something was amiss. Broxigar shouldn't be being so friendly; he must have other conditions. Sure enough, Broxigar chuckled and said, "Only friends help each other. You helped me, and I helped you. Aren't we good friends?"
Malfurion was helpless; he couldn't refuse the Emissary's friendship, so he could only say:
"Thank you for Emissary kind words, Your Excellency."
"You're too kind, too kind." Malfurion chuckled.
"Since we're friends, you shouldn't refuse, right? Accompany me to the Emerald Dream. White Stag Malorne promised to give me an Oak Axe, but it was accidentally lost. I heard it's been found again."