"Fool! What use are you to me if I don't have that much power?" Elune, roared angrily. When gods have too much contact with mortals, they will unknowingly be tainted by the qualities of mortals and become Corruption.
The Emissary knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.
After a long while, the majestic voice of the Moon Goddess rang out again:
"I will have the Guardian of the World Tree cooperate with you. You don't need to know his identity, and of course, he doesn't know your origins either. Go to Darnassus. You must persuade Tyrande and tell her that this is a racial crisis, Night Elf race are facing a life-or-death situation."
The Emissary crawled out of the tomb and found his hidden tools in a nearby cave.
Must I disguise myself as a rude Orcs again? The Moon Goddess's will cannot be disobeyed.
The Emissary very strange. During his time, there was no Orcs race in Azeroth. After his death, he was resurrected by the Moon Goddess and succeeded the previous Emissary. It was not until the opening of the Dark Portal that he realized he was disguised as Orcs.
The Emissary donned Orcs disguise, complete with two fangs. His favorite Orcs was Gul'dan, so he dressed up as Gul'dan.
Like him, Gul'dan rose from humble beginnings, using his skill and charisma to unite his fragmented people, defeat powerful enemies, and become the master of this continent.
Seeing Gul'dan reminded him of his own eventful life.
Unfortunately, Gul'dan could not resist the temptation of power and met his end at the Tomb of Sargeras, a fate remarkably similar to that of the Emissary's later years.
At that time, he was also desperately seeking power, dreaming of immortality like the Night Elf race, and it was precisely because of this that he was favored by the Moon Goddess.
Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess had a bad temper and was extremely harsh on her Emissary.
He obtained the immortality he had always dreamed of, but his identity as Emissary was like an endless torment, leaving him with a pent-up anger that he was eager to vent.
Darnassus.
Doras spent a fortune trading with various intelligence brokers and bribing the Night Elf Sentinels. Within a few days, he had gathered a wealth of information about Malfurion and Tyrande.
This intelligence, after being compiled and filtered, was finally delivered to Vol'jin and Garrosh.
After reading it, Vol'jin frowned deeply and remained unsettled for a long time.
Aside from their well-known Pride and haughtiness, Malfurion and Tyrande were a flawless couple in their daily lives; there was not a single fault to be found in them.
The Kingdom of Stormwind has the formidable Stormwind Keep, Lordaeron has a magnificent throne, the Kingdom of Zandalar has a historic Royal Palace, and even the Darkspear Trolls built a palace for their Warchief.
The Tauren chieftain's long tent and the Orcs's golden tent are luxurious residences that draw admiration, but Tyrande only lives in the Temple of the Moon, truly taking serving the Moon Goddess as her duty.
As for Malfurion, he slept in the giant beast for years and had no time for any luxurious enjoyment.
Their lives were very simple, with absolutely no lovers or such embellishments. Apart from their firm grasp on power, they seemed to take everything in stride. They didn't care at all about clothing, accessories, or pomp and circumstance.
They are simply a model couple, a paragon of morality.
Unable to find any flaws in the couple, Vol'jin was at a loss and looked particularly grim.
"Vol'jin, you must come up with a plan," Garrosh threatened. "You are Thrall's strategist, usually so resourceful and full of schemes, yet you've failed repeatedly. I have doubts about our alliance."
Helpless, Vol'jin could only say, lacking confidence:
"There's only one way now. Since Tyrande has no flaws, we'll create flaws for her. Believe me, greed is in the nature of living beings. Night Elves live a simple life, and Tyrande didn't have the means to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle before. We'll corrupt her with money and luxuries. Once she falls into this Abyss, it will be very difficult for her to climb out."
Doras's little eyes darted around, as if touched:
"You mean I should shower Tyrande with all sorts of luxury goods and gourmet food, build her a lavish residence, and provide her with handsome men, but what if she refuses?"
Vol'jin revealed a cunning look. "Seduction is a gradual process, slowly corrupting her mind. I have a plan, starting with giving her a pair of ivory chopsticks. With ivory chopsticks comes exquisite tableware, delicious food to match, luxurious living quarters, and a large retinue of servants."
Just as the three were secretly discussing their plan, a loud shout came from outside the door:
"Fools, you know absolutely nothing about the Night Elf race, much less about Malfurion and Tyrande."
All three were startled, after all, this was Night Elf city, and they were worried that their plot would be exposed.
An Orcs walked in from outside, with sharp fangs and a ferocious face. Doras felt a sense of familiarity, as if she were seeing Gul'dan from the past.
The Emissary's disguise wasn't very clever, and the sharp-eyed Garrosh spotted the flaw, roaring, "Who are you, daring to impersonate a noble and great Orcs? I'll smash your head flat!"
Garrosh punched the Emissary, uneasy about this mysterious figure. He wanted to subdue him and find out what was going on. The Emissary, however, remained calm and exhaled slowly.
"Break"
With a loud bang, and without any sign of Emissary, Garrosh struck as if by a giant beast. His massive body flew out like a cannonball, smashing a large hole in the wall before crashing heavily to the ground.
Garrosh felt excruciating pain all over his body and was about to jump up to retaliate when the Emissary extended his left hand.
"Return."
Garrosh felt himself being firmly grasped by an unseen force and pulled back into the hands of the Emissary. The Emissary gripped Garrosh's throat tightly and raised his right hand to slap his face forcefully.
The Emissary's attacks weren't fast, but each strike was delivered with great force, leaving Garrosh with torn skin, two broken fangs, countless broken teeth, and his face covered in blood.
Having vented his anger, the Emissary felt a surge of exhilaration. He released his grip, and Garrosh collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, unconscious.
Vol'jin and Doras were dumbfounded. Garrosh was incredibly powerful; Thrall and Saurfang the Great might not be his match. Yet, he was utterly powerless against this unfamiliar Orcs.
Ignoring the severely injured Garrosh, Doras quickly put on a fawning expression. "I never imagined that there was such a great hero among the Orcs. This humble woman, Doras, greets Your Excellency?"
"Orcs?" The Emissary scoffed. "I am not a filthy, barbaric Orcs. This is merely a crude disguise. I am the Emissary of Elune. From this day forward, you will all obey my commands."
Vol'jin and Doras were both taken aback. The Emissary of the Moon Goddess was said to have been seen only by Malfurion and Tyrande, and was unknown to outsiders, existing only in Legendary. They never expected that the Emissary would actually appear.
His overwhelming strength was the best symbol of his status. Having easily defeated Garrosh, neither Vol'jin Doras doubted his identity. Vol'jin quickly bowed and said ingratiatingly:
"Great Emissary, I, Vol'jin, am willing to serve you."
Seeing this, Doras hurriedly and humbly prostrated himself on the ground. "Respected divine Emissary, I am a devout believer of the Moon Goddess and am willing to Consecration everything for Moon Goddess."