The monster's only complaint was that his body was filled with Fel; he hated Fel.
But there's no need to rush, we can take it slowly.
The Pantheon has accumulated enough magical knowledge to fill an entire galaxy, a wealth unimaginable to mortals. In just a short time, his strength will increase at a terrifying rate.
The monster's injuries were very serious, and the primary task was to restore its body. In the Titans' understanding, the most direct way was to replenish its energy.
"I cannot reveal the Titans' unique magic, lest it arouse the suspicion of Elune."
The monster was very careful. He cautiously chose his magic, first creating three inconspicuous bottles out of stone, then carefully filling them with magic power, the black magic power resembling the water of the Well of Eternity.
By sipping the magic in small sips, the monster ensured that its injuries would heal slowly, rather than being completely cured all at once.
Just then, the monster sensed that Night Elf was approaching.
There were three Night Elves in total, and they were very weak.
Although the monster was severely injured and its broken body was not very strong, it was still confident that it could defeat the three Night Elves, so it did not try to dodge.
Moreover, he already considered the Night Elves his servants. With the wisdom and knowledge of a Titans, enslaving a group of foolish native creatures was a piece of cake. The monster was full of confidence in his methods.
The three Night Elves were immediately taken aback upon seeing the monster's appearance and whispered among themselves:
"This must be Lord Illidan, the infiltrator of the Burning Legion?"
"That's right, it's Lord Illidan. I've met him before. Lords Tyrande and Malfurion are searching the whole world for him."
The monster had excellent hearing and overheard the three Night Elves ' hushed conversation, which aroused its suspicion.
"Great Savior Illidan, we've finally found you! Saviors Malfurion and Tyrande have sent men everywhere to search for you; they are very worried about your safety," a Night Elf proclaimed.
"How could Illidan be Savior?" the monster thought to itself in surprise, but said slowly, "Yes, I am Illidan Stormrage. You recognize me? I'd like to ask you, how much do you know about me?"
The Night Elf answered respectfully:
"Lord Illidan, in order to defeat the evil Queen Azshara and destroy the despicable Burning Legion, you pretended to join the Burning Legion, accepted the power of fel energy, greatly increased your strength, and joined forces with the savior Lord Malfurion. You used the Demon Soul to destroy the Well of Eternity, preventing the Dark Titan Sargeras from entering this world. You successfully saved Azeroth; you are a great savior."
The monster possessed Titans magic and easily saw through the fact that the three Night Elves were not lying.
The monster was even able to trace the origins of the Savior narrative. Through the mysterious laws of causality mastered by the Titans, the monster discovered that Illidan's deeds originated from the memories of a Night Elf woman, Tyrande.
"Strange, why would Elune weave such a lie to the Night Elf race?" the monster pondered to itself.
"Illidan ruined Elune's grand plan and deserves the most severe and cruel revenge from the Moon Goddess. Why portray him as Savior? This is not Elune's style. This is probably a conspiracy."
After careful consideration, the monster figured it out.
At this moment, Illidan must be with Queen Azshara. Elune hates Illidan to the core, but there's nothing she can do. But Illidan is, after all, Night Elf from Mount Hyjal. If he ever feels homesick and discovers that he's seen as a great Savior by his people, he might lower his guard and go home.
Then the Moon Goddess will send down a divine decree, allowing them to capture Illidan, torture him severely, and vent their anger.
"Elune, you are indeed very cunning, yet you have unwittingly paved the way for me. Great Savior, such a distinguished identity will soon allow me to become the leader of these Night Elves."
The monster was very confident, knowing that Azeroth Planet defense system was built by the Pantheon, Elune's power was able to descend upon Azeroth entirely because Aman'Thul secretly opened a back door.
The monster is an alter ego of Aman'Thul, possessing all of Aman'Thul's memories and knowledge. He has ways to prevent unfavorable oracles from descending and can even keep the Moon Goddess in the dark.
"Tyrande, my beloved Malfurion, my dear brother," the monster sighed deliberately, saying painfully, "It's a pity I've become this hideous form. I have no face to see my people back home. I must leave this place."
After saying that, she deliberately squeezed out a few tears, putting on a heartbroken expression.
A Night Elf quickly advised, "Lord Illidan, you sacrificed everything for Azeroth. Your people only have worship and admiration for you. Your magnificent physique will only earn you praise."
"Yes, Lord Illidan," another Night Elf urged. "Please come back with us. The future of the Night Elf race needs your help. You are our hero, our pride, and the Guardian of the Night Elves."
The monster deliberately declined again, but was secretly overjoyed. Finally, it "reluctantly" agreed to go back and take a look.
Inside the Night Elf camp, the monsters saw Malfurion coming out to greet them from afar:
"My brother, it's so good to see you back safe and sound. The explosion at the Well of Eternity threw you far away, and I was very worried about your safety." Malfurion embraced Illidan with great enthusiasm.
A smooth-talking, treacherous fellow, Illidan, that fool, didn't see his brother for who he really was sooner. The monster, feigning emotion, embraced Malfurion and wept bitterly.
"Illidan, my brother," Malfurion suddenly asked curiously, "Do you remember Azshara City, how we fought against the Evil Queen Azshara, and how we used the Demon Soul to destroy the Well of Eternity?"
The monster stared expressionlessly at Malfurion, thinking to itself, "There are loopholes in the memories woven by the Moon Goddess. Malfurion has already become suspicious, which is why he needs to confirm with his brother. This is no problem for me."
The monster waved its hand forcefully, shook its head, and said sorrowfully:
"My dear brother, it's a painful memory. We won the war, but it brought too many sacrifices. It's not too late to look back after the sorrow in our hearts has subsided."
Malfurion thought for a moment, deciding there was no need to rush, and nodded, saying, "Tyrande is waiting for you in the makeshift temple. You Consecration everything to saving Azeroth Continent, and you deserve everyone's recognition."
Is this the start of rewarding merit?
The monster followed Malfurion, certain that the oracle of the Moon Goddess had not been delivered and that he was safe. This was the perfect opportunity to seize supreme power.
He plotted countless schemes in his mind, pondering how to eliminate Tyrande and Malfurion, the two obstacles to supreme power, and how to deceive Elune, making her deaf and blind.
Inside the makeshift temple, Tyrande was surrounded by numerous Moon Goddess Priest. Looking at the safely returned "Illidan," Tyrande's face lit up with joy.
"Welcome, Illidan. Look what this is!"
Tyrande flipped her hand, revealing the Demon Soul in her palm, a sinister smile spreading across her lips.
A beam of dark light struck the monster.