During the creation of the Demon Soul, the Red Dragon Queen was in a dazed state, with saliva dripping from her mouth, looking rather silly.
Upon hearing that the Black Dragon King would be the master of the Demon Soul, the other Dragon Kings immediately objected.
"No, absolutely not! The master of the Demon Soul must be a highly respected Dragon King." The Green Dragon Ysera said without thinking, but immediately regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth, as the Black Dragon King gave her a sharp look.
The Spotted Dog disagreed, rejecting the idea without hesitation. "I think this black one is dignified enough; the Demon Soul will be entrusted to him. That's the decision."
I object.
A loud and piercing sound rang out, and a group of Night Elves approached, led by Tyrande. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she said coldly:
"The Demon Soul is a matter of life and death for Azeroth; Neltharion, the Black Dragon King Aspect, is not fit to possess it."
The Spotted Dog smiled and stared at the woman, "So, who's suitable?"
"Only I, Tyrande Whisperwind, the Chief Priestess of Elune, am worthy to be the master of the Demon Soul," Tyrande declared righteously, her face as cold as ice.
"You can't," the Spotted Dog shook its head, speaking as if it were perfectly natural.
"Why?" Tyrande asked, unwilling to give up.
The Spotted Dog grinned at Tyrande: "Because you're too ugly."
"You!" Tyrande was so angry she almost fainted.
Archimonde had his own ideas, and he stepped forward to advise, "Lord Liuliu, the Demon Soul belongs to Azeroth after all. I think it's better to respect the opinions of the locals."
The Spotted Dog looked at Archimonde with regret. "Don't you really understand? I just don't want anything to happen to you."
Seeing Archimonde's stubborn and persistent expression reappear, the Spotted Dog looked up at the sky:
"Conspirators, ambitious schemers, ugly women, a fat dragon—none of you are fit to possess Demon Soul. This is a mortal world; let mortals decide its future."
The Spotted Dog looked at the Black Dragon King: "Hey, you black guy, since everyone's against it, I can't force you. The Demon Soul is indestructible, but I reserve the right for you to destroy it."
The Demon Soul slowly drifted down from the sky, seemingly about to fall into the hands of the many Priests of the Temple of the Moon. Tyrande's eyes shone brightly; if any Priest obtained the Demon Soul, it would be the same as Tyrande obtaining it.
However, by some strange twist of fate, the Demon Soul fell into the hands of a male Night Elf.
Malfurion Stormrage.
At the same time, a black scale appeared in his hand, Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, nodded slightly to him.
Malfurion held the Demon Soul in his hand, and he clearly felt that he could easily destroy this artifact by simply scratching it with Demon Soul scales.
"Destroy him."
A voice echoed in Malfurion's ears, belonging to the Black Dragon King Neltharion.
"Destroy him."
A voice resounded from the depths of Malfurion's heart, from his own conscience.
What should I do? Malfurion was at a loss, standing there hesitantly.
The Spotted Dog clapped its paws. "The Destiny of the mortal world is determined by mortals, not by those high and mighty so-called gods." The Spotted Dog raised its head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
"Archimonde, until we meet again. Time flows quietly on, and I hope you will not lose sight of your true self."
The Spotted Dog turned and left, entering the enormous Portal.
Many gazes turned towards Malfurion —greedy, envious, threatening, and hateful.
Malfurion was under immense psychological pressure, and his hand holding the Demon Soul trembled unconsciously.
The Dragon Kings, in particular, stared wide-eyed at the Demon Soul in Malfurion's hand.
Tyrande approached Malfurion and gently waved her hand. An unbreakable moonlight enveloped the two of them, creating a private space from which no outsider could see anything.
"Now, Malfurion, what are your terms?" Tyrande asked bluntly.
"What? You mean, a deal?"
Malfurion asked tentatively, surprised by Tyrande's directness.
However, what surprised him even more was yet to come.
"I know what you want. If you're willing to give me the Demon Soul, I can marry you," Tyrande said casually, as if discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.
"You want to marry me?" Malfurion's eyes darted around.
"Although you are the esteemed Chief Moon Goddess Priestess, and although you hold a high position and your word is law, I did pursue you when Illidan was still alive. But you know, I loved Lisa, not you."
"Malfurion!" Tyrande almost roared.
"Feelings are the most unreliable thing in this world. I am the Chief Priest of the Temple of the Moon, and you are the leader of the Druids. People of our status should not use deceptive feelings to numb themselves. You have what I need, and I have what you need. An equal exchange is enough."
Malfurion hesitated, pondering to himself that his favorite Lisa had already entered the Magic City of Azshara, meaning they were no longer connected to him.
Aside from not being gentle and virtuous, and not being a good woman who stays at home, supports her husband, and is filial to her children, Tyrande is perfect in every other way.
There is no such thing as a perfect lover; as long as someone possesses a particular strength, that is enough. Tyrande's power, her status, and her authority are exactly what Malfurion needs.
Malfurion's expression shifted for a moment, then he asked in a low voice, "Tyrande, can you tell me the purpose of the Demon Soul? I want the truth."
Tyrande nodded. "Outer space around Azeroth has a defense system built by the Titans. The Demon Soul possesses the power of the Dragon Aspects, which is the key to unlocking this system. With it, the Elune can descend upon Azeroth."
Malfurion was not surprised by what he heard; it was entirely within his expectations.
"So what will happen after the Moon Goddess descends?" Malfurion asked anxiously; this was the question that concerned him most.
Tyrande replied coldly, her expression indifferent. "To recreate the Ancient Dark Kingdom of the Gods is against the will of Elune. All life within her will perish; only Moon Goddess followers will live in her kingdom."
Malfurion stared at Tyrande in astonishment, and asked in bewilderment:
"Tyrande, we Night Elves are the masters of this world, always living in peace and prosperity. You, for your own ambition, want to destroy this world. What is it that has made you become like this?"
Tyrande smirked and chuckled, "Yes, when did I become like this, Malfurion? Do you remember when I was very young, Illidan rescued a young Yaksha Leopard from a group of Harpies?"
Malfurion's face darkened, but he nodded. "Of course I remember."
The Yaksha Leopard has always been a friend of the Night Elves, much like the relationship between humans and horses.
Tyrande smiled innocently, lost in fond memories.
"What wonderful childhood memories! We were so innocent back then. Illidan, you, Lisa, and some other friends, we carefully raised that Yaksha Leopard together, watching it grow day by day. We imagined what it would look like when it grew up, maybe it would soon find a mate and have a litter of Yaksha Leopard cubs."
"But one day, it disappeared." Tyrande's eyes welled with tears. "I searched the whole village, I searched most of the forest, I called its name again and again, but it was gone forever."
"It's gone, it's gone," Tyrande said viciously. "Until I saw Lisa wearing a beautiful fur coat, everyone knew where it came from, but you were all still swarming around her."
"That's my beloved Yaksha Leopard." Tyrande closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.