Grommash Hellscream looked regretful. He hated his own stupidity. Peace among the Orcs was impossible. Thrall and Grommash Hellscream enemies. How could he let such a good opportunity slip by?
Mannoroth spat out several pieces of burning bone, his voice low and menacing. "Grommash Hellscream, it's not too late for you to realize this. The Warsong Clan must break away from Thrall, or there will never be peace. Rest assured, although the Warsong Clan has been defeated, Ashenvale is still yours. We already know the weaknesses of the Night Elf race."
The Night Elves' greatest weakness lies in their devout faith in the Moon Goddess.
Cenarius's head was displayed at the Warsong Clan's camp as a piece of Grommash Hellscream, causing a sensation throughout Azeroth.
There are many versions of how Grommash Hellscream killed Cenarius. The most convincing one is that Cenarius defeated Grommash Hellscream, hung him on a tree for more than ten days without food or water, in order to make him submit.
As a result, the weakened Grommash Hellscream bit off Cenarius's neck and drank his blood.
The story being exactly the same as that of the Ogre Overseer could not possibly be a coincidence, and thus countless Legendary have been passed down about Grommash Hellscream's teeth.
In the Firelands, Ragnaros, the Firelord, possesses an Epic dagger, which he treasures greatly. It came from a special Lava hound and is named Molten Core Hound Tooth.
Legendary has it that Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, once dropped two magically imbued teeth, which he forged into a pair of sharp daggers—the famous Legendary weapon, the Fangs of the Father.
However, these two weapons are far inferior to the teeth of Grommash Hellscream, which are said to be artifacts comparable to those Titan-forged, and whose power far surpasses that of the Fangs of the Father's Grommash Hellscream.
Of course, within the Night Elves, another version circulates.
Orcs are kind and merciful. Because Grommash Hellscream accidentally drank the Blood of Mannoroth and went mad, he killed Cenarius. As a result, Cenarius's death was considered accidental, and the Night Elves did not pursue the matter.
Tyrande had been hiding in the Darnassus Great Den for a long time. Looking at the sleeping Malfurion, Tyrande's eyebrows furrowed in anger, and she began to berate him:
"You damn sleepyhead, all you do is sleep. The Night Elves are practically turning the world upside down. I didn't want to see Cenarius's gloomy face. He was bossing me around, so I had to hide here. Haha, now he's dead, killed by Grommash Hellscream. How delightful!"
Tyrande had been muttering to Malfurion for days, venting her anger. Suddenly, Tyrande saw Malfurion's eyebrows twitch, and with a surge of natural power, his body gradually regained its Vitality.
Malfurion sat up, clutching his head in anguish, and said sorrowfully, "My mentor, he was killed by the Orcs, but I cannot avenge him."
Tyrande retorted sarcastically, "Orcs are merciful and kind; they only kill Evil creatures that threaten Azeroth."
"But they killed my mentor," Malfurion replied weakly.
"So your mentor Cenarius is Evil, he deserves to die." Tyrande said with a mischievous grin.
Malfurion paused for a moment. With ten thousand years of experience, he knew that arguing with Tyrande was pointless, and the wise choice was to keep quiet.
Tyrande looked at Malfurion suspiciously. "Judging by the dates, it's not time for you to wake up yet, so why are you awake?"
Malfurion sighed helplessly, "It was Green Dragon Ysera, who conveyed the oracle of the Moon Goddess in the Emerald Dream: Cenarius is dead, and I will preside over the alliance with the Orcs."
Tyrande's expression darkened, clearly indicating a lack of trust in her abilities. Seeing this, Malfurion quickly added, "The oracle of the Moon Goddess decrees that we two should act in concert."
"That's more like it." Tyrande's tone softened slightly as she asked, "What is the Moon Goddess's decree?"
Malfurion scratched his head, looking quite troubled, and said, "The Moon Goddess has commanded us to release the three thousand Orcs prisoners of Ashenvale, return them to Grommash Hellscream, and finally cede Ashenvale to the Warsong Clan."
Ashenvale, Astranaar.
Alaina Starshine has just received an order from Darnassus, Moon Goddess oracle jointly issued by Tyrande and Malfurion, in the name of Elune, ordering the release of three thousand Orcs prisoners and the complete withdrawal of the Night Elves from Ashenvale, ceding the land to the Warsong Clan.
"No, why would there be such a strange oracle?" Alaina Radiant asked, puzzled. "The Orcs burned our homes and slaughtered our people. Grommash Hellscream killed Cenarius. Why should the Moon Goddess yield to them?"
"That's not surprising," Robbie said with a smile, "Because you don't know Elune's true nature."
Alaina Radiant Star stared at Robbie in surprise. Robbie's expression gradually turned serious, and his eyes seemed to blaze with fire. "I accidentally witnessed the true face of the Elune. She is actually a female Orcs."
Female Orcs?
Alaina Starlight certainly wouldn't believe such baseless nonsense, but Cenarius had already been killed, yet Elune, showed no reaction and was instead about to make significant concessions, which was highly suspicious.
"Fine, I have no choice. The Moon Goddess's oracle must be carried out. Where will the Night Elves of Ashenvale find refuge?" Alaina Radiant Star felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of the pain of losing her home.
"Why can't we disobey divine pronouncements?" Robbie asked deliberately.
"Elune's oracle represents the will of the Moon Goddess. It is the greatest decree. Night Elves worship the Elune, and out of faith in loyalty, we must obey the oracle," Alaina explained patiently.
"What are the consequences of disobeying the Moon Goddess's decree?" Robbie asked.
Alaina stood there stunned for a long time. She had never considered disobeying the divine decree before. After Robbie's reminder, Alaina's large eyes were filled with confusion:
"There's never been a precedent like this before, and I don't know what the consequences will be."
Robbie analyzed carefully, "As you said before, the Night Elves have faced crises many times over the past ten thousand years, and the Elune has never offered a helping hand. So you can rest assured that you do not owe the Moon Goddess anything, and you have no reason to obey her divine decree. Believe me, even if you disobey the divine decree, there will be no consequences."
Changing someone's beliefs is difficult, especially considering the Night Elves' ten-thousand-year-old worship of the Moon Goddess. Robbie could see that although Alaina had some doubts, her faith ultimately prevailed.
The Night Elves would rather lose their homeland than disobey the Moon Goddess's will.
Robbie stepped forward, snatched the oracle from Alaina's hand, and a ball of Flame appeared in his hand, completely incinerating it. "Now, the Moon Goddess's oracle is gone. Ignore the Moon Goddess; her power cannot reach Azeroth. You just need to prepare to face the wrath of Tyrande and Malfurion."
Alaina watched helplessly as the oracle burned, her face filled with agonizing conflict. She shook her head and said, "Our Night Elf race have many capable generals, but Tyrande and Malfurion are not among them."
This was unexpected for Robbie. Robbie laughed and said, "What's there to worry about? If the Moon Goddess's punishment comes, I will bear it. As her Emissary, I will order the killing of three thousand Orcs prisoners."
After hesitating for a long time, Alaina finally bit her lip and asked, "Elune, is she really a female Orcs?"
Robbie paused for a moment, then explained, "If you ever have the chance to meet the real messenger of the Moon Goddess Emissary, you'll know I'm telling the truth."