When Illidan finally surrendered, Tyrande was the happiest.
Illidan was, after all, a genius of the Night Elf race, especially after absorbing Fel, which further enhanced his strength.
Suffering severe torture and having his soul torn apart, "Illidan" quickly lost himself and became obedient, becoming a deadly Sharp Sword in Tyrande's hands under the control of the Moon Goddess Magic.
From then on, Tyrande was full of ambition and finally got her wish, becoming the leader of the Night Elf race.
With the powerful backer of the Moon Goddess, Tyrande's power has surpassed that of Queen Azshara in her prime.
Queen Azshara's authority was limited to the Highborne; other Night Elf cities were largely autonomous.
Tyrande, however, established a reign of absolute power; as long as the Moon Goddess's favor remained, her authority would never crumble.
On this day, Tyrande summoned the generals of her clan and the lords from various regions. Looking at the group of young and unfamiliar faces, Tyrande felt satisfied. All the generals who had previously led the armies and the lords from various regions, such as her brother Jarod Shadowsong, had already been either driven out or murdered by her in various ways.
A new emperor brings a new court. Tyrande's dynasty is expected to last at least ten thousand years. The current leaders are all young faces, such as Shandris Feathermoon, the leader of the Sentinels, who is still an innocent young girl.
Tyrande first led everyone in prayer to the Moon Goddess as the Chief Priestess, then suddenly Tyrande and looked worried.
Malfurion chimed in, "Great Tyrande, our Night Elf race is now rich beyond measure, our army is strong and powerful, our nation is peaceful and prosperous, and we are under the protection of the Moon Goddess. What is there for you to worry about?"
Tyrande sighed and shook her head, revealing a sorrowful and pitying expression:
"Queen Azshara's fall and the Burning Legion's invasion brought countless disasters to the Azeroth Continent. My Night Elf race endured many hardships, and thanks to the protection of the Moon Goddess, we finally achieved victory. However, the Burning Legion still covets Azeroth. Whenever I think of this, I cannot eat or sleep. I wonder if any of you have any good solutions."
Malfurion, being exceptionally clever and possessing a deep understanding of Tyrande, quickly grasped Tyrande intentions. His eyes darted around as he said:
"Only by uniting can our Night Elf race resist the Burning Legion's invasion. Although the Night Elves are now unified and enjoy the glory of the Moon Goddess, there are still insidious separatists. For example, the self-willed Suramar City disobeys orders, and Dath'Remar Sunstrider, a former Highborne, has led a group of his people to escape. Such divisive behavior must not be allowed."
Tyrande was delighted and asked with feigned curiosity, "Malfurion, what's your plan?"
Malfurion declared eloquently, "The reason we Night Elves have suffered so many calamities is because of Queen Azshara's corruption. Only by abolishing the legacy left by Queen Azshara can we be saved. The Zandalari Trolls Empire has an emperor, so why can't we Night Elves have one? Only then can the world be united, and all people turn to us, truly achieving solidarity."
These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the crowd. This was precisely Tyrande's intention; she desperately wanted to become the all-powerful empress. Of course, such a thing had to be handled with extreme care. She deliberately adopted a stern expression and reprimanded:
"Malfurion, we Night Elves are blessed by the Moon Goddess and are all Moon Goddess children. We are brothers and sisters, with no distinction of rank or status. How can there be such a thing as an emperor? Do not mention this matter again, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
Tyrande had already made preparations. She had arranged for her people among the generals and lords present to risk their lives to persuade her to Tyrande as Empress. She would then decline repeatedly before reluctantly agreeing to demonstrate the Empress's benevolence.
However, Tyrande miscalculated. Shandris Feathermoon, a powerful but guileless young woman, suddenly said, "Priestess, in my opinion, if we want to defeat the Burning Legion, we must focus all our efforts on developing magic."
Tyrande was displeased upon hearing this; it was not what she had intended at all. She asked coldly:
"General Feathermoon, what are you talking about? Queen Azshara's obsession with magic attracted the Burning Legion's attention, bringing disaster to Azeroth, causing the Sundering and countless lives to be wiped out. Isn't that lesson enough?"
Young Feathermoon wasn't so easily persuaded; she argued vehemently:
"The Void Lords use Shadow Magic, the Titans' strength lies in their Arcane Magic, the Burning Legion excels in Fel Magic, and even the power of the Moon Goddess that we worship is actually a kind of magic. Magic is the only way to become stronger in this universe. Abandoning magic is tantamount to severing the future of the Night Elves. The Burning Legion is invading again. What will we use to resist?"
Tyrande was so enraged that she stood up and shouted, "Shandis Feathermoon, stop talking nonsense! As long as I, Tyrande, remain the Chief Moon Goddess Priestess, the Night Elf race will never touch magic. It is forbidden!"
Seeing Tyrande's insistence, the experienced generals wisely sided with Tyrande.
One of the female generals shook her head and said, "General Feathermoon, you are still too young. Hurry up and apologize to the Priestess. The only way out for us Night Elf race is to return to our original, simple life and merge with the power of nature. Countless lessons have taught us that magic is just an evil path."
Malfurion chimed in, "Yes, the Druid's Path we study, which emphasizes closeness to nature, is the future of the Night Elves."
Sandys Feathermoon, unconvinced, turned around and questioned, "Since magic is an evil path that must not be touched, then is Moonfire magic?"
"This!" Malfurion immediately looked embarrassed, as the Druid's Path was also inseparable from magic.
"Since it's all magic, why can't we research stronger magic?" Feathermoon argued logically, "Although magic has its drawbacks, they are insignificant compared to the benefits it brings. We shouldn't give up the opportunity to become stronger because of the drawbacks of magic. Without magic, let alone the Burning Legion, it would be difficult to even gain a foothold in Azeroth."
"Shut up!" another general roared in fury. "Feathermoon, I've tolerated you for far too long! We have the protection of the great Moon Goddess. Before the omnipotent Moon Goddess, the so-called Burning Legion is nothing but a tiny flame. With a mere breath from the Moon Goddess, the Burning Legion will vanish from the universe. What do we Night Elves have to worry about?"
Tyrande nodded and said devoutly, "The Moon Goddess is with us; she will protect our Night Elf race. This matter must not be mentioned again, or don't blame me for being ruthless. The only solution to our Night Elf race's current predicament is unity. Once this problem is resolved, under the Moon Goddess's protection, we Night Elves will be invincible."
The generals quickly grasped Tyrande's intentions and immediately began to chatter amongst themselves, all supporting Tyrande becoming the Queen of the Night Elves. Feathermoon's suggestion was quickly drowned out by the sea of opinions.
Despite repeated persuasion from her teammates, Tyrande declined each time, finally agreeing with "reluctance."
The day of Queen Tyrande's coronation is fast approaching, Night Elf race are preparing for this grand ceremony, immersed in a sea of joy.
However, the Queen's coronation was destined to be unsuccessful. Just days before the ceremony, the Kobolds launched an attack on the Night Elves.