The people of the Night Elves were accustomed to worshipping the Elune, but the knowledgeable Night Elf generals had other ideas.
The mysterious Emissary had only been seen by Tyrande, and the generals were generally skeptical when they heard that the Emissary's opinion needed to be sought.
The Moon Goddess God's Emissary a mysterious origin. Tyrande leads her generals, each with their own ulterior motives, to the Temple of the Moon to pay homage to the Emissary.
The Emissary did not appear. Tyrande stood in front of the Emissary's door and devoutly stated her request. The Night Elves craned their necks, all wanting to see the Emissary's true face.
"Emissary Excellency, the Burning Legion is about to invade Mount Hyjal, and the Scourge is also watching closely. Azeroth is facing a life-or-death situation. We beseech Your Emissary to guide the Night Elf race on their path."
Tyrande's voice was full of humility and her attitude was extremely sincere. Malfurion knew his wife well; Tyrande's actions were an attempt to shirk responsibility and cover up her incompetence. She was indeed powerless to deal with the complex situation before her.
The room of the Emissary was filled with light, and countless rays of moonlight descended from the sky. The radiance of the Moon Goddess enveloped the entire Temple of the Moon. In the milky white light, one could see a dense forest, lush green fields, a babbling brook, and cute little deer leisurely grazing.
This was an illusion, but such a sophisticated illusion terrified the generals of the night; the Emissary actually possessed such terrifying power.
The Emissary's devout voice rang out:
"Praise be to the great Moon Goddess! No praise in the world can adequately describe your greatness. Your vastness is like the universe itself, and everything within it is under your control. You are great and sublime; you see through time and space, and know the past and the future. The Night Elf race heed your guidance."
After a brief burst of praise, the Emissary's voice became solemn:
"The oracle of the Moon Goddess has been delivered: only by uniting the Orcs can the Burning Legion be defeated. Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth, Orcs have come to save Azeroth. Without the Orcs' participation, the Night Elves are destined to perish at Mount Hyjal. The Orcs will bring peace and prosperity to Azeroth. Praise be to the great Moon Goddess, and thank you for your guidance."
Tyrande was satisfied. Since it was the Moon Goddess's oracle, it couldn't be wrong. How could the all-knowing and all-powerful Moon Goddess make a mistake? Tyrande quickly knelt on the ground. "Thank you for the Moon Goddess's guidance, thank you for the Emissary's help."
"No, this isn't true, you're lying, I don't believe you."
Fandral Staghelm was furious, veins bulging on his forehead, but he hadn't lost his temper. He refused to admit the Moon Goddess's guidance was wrong, insisting the Emissary was a fake. "No, we've been tricked! There's no Emissary in the room at all! This is a shameless liar! Come out, you fake Emissary! Don't even think about deceiving us Night Elf race!"
Tyrande's face immediately darkened, and she roared, "Fandral Staghelm, how dare you doubt the Moon Goddess! You are more sinful than Illidan!"
Fandral Staghelm was not about to give up. He completely ignored Tyrande and pounded on the door, yelling, "You liar! Come out here! You cowardly, shameless coward, how dare you impersonate Emissary!"
The wooden door, protected by the power of the moon, was indestructible, which reassured Tyrande somewhat. She knew that the Emissary was in the form of Orcs, and once he appeared before the generals, he immediately lost their trust.
"Fandral Staghelm, have you gone mad? How dare you doubt the Emissary? This is the sacred Temple of the Moon!" Malfurion, realizing the seriousness of the situation, hurriedly stepped forward to stop Fandral Staghelm.
Among the Night Elf Druids, Fandral Staghelm was a recognized genius, but he had always maintained a low profile and restraint. The pain of losing his son made him disregard everything and slap Malfurion.
Malfurion was sent flying a great distance, crashing heavily into the wall. Fandral Staghelm's strength had surpassed that of his teacher.
"No one can stop me! As long as I'm here, the Night Elves will never ally with the Orcs! You despicable false Emissary, get out here!" Fandral Staghelm roared furiously. The other generals were indifferent and happy to watch the show from the sidelines.
Tyrande was thrown into disarray. Malfurion was no match for her. Tyrande knew her own limitations and was powerless to stop the rampaging Fandral Staghelm.
"I see the hatred in your heart, Fandral Staghelm."
The calm voice of the Emissary rang out:
"But you shouldn't have assassinated Thrall. If the Savior dies, Azeroth is destined for destruction. The Moon Goddess is merciful and will guide you onto the right path. See the truth hidden in your memories."
The surrounding scenery changed, transforming into the Silithus desert, where countless Night Elves stood in neat battle formations, facing an endless expanse of Qiraji.
Many of the generals present at the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago had participated in this brutal war.
Fandral Staghelm's eyes widened in shock; he saw his beloved son, Valstann Fandral Staghelm.
Young Valstann lost his freedom; he was captured by a tall insectoid creature covered in black armor. Many of the generals present recognized him as General Rajaxx, a Qiraji known for his ferocity.
General Rajaxx bound Valstann with the pincers on his left arm, and right before the two armies, he tore Valstann apart piece by piece, the young Night Elf letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
"No, my beloved son!" Fandral Staghelm knelt on the ground, clutching his head and screaming in agony.
The Emissary's calm voice came again. "Fandral Staghelm, remember, your son died in the War of the Shifting Sands. The great Savior Thrall is merciful and lives a very disciplined life, subsisting on simple vegetables and fruits. How could he possibly have eaten your beloved son?"
"No, this isn't true!" Fandral Staghelm's eyes showed struggle, yet he still refused to give in.
"Fandral Staghelm, you must confront the hatred in your heart. The great Savior Thrall, his glory is destined to shine upon all of Azeroth. General Rajaxx of the Qiraji is the true culprit who killed Valstann."
"The Qiraji, Rajaxx?" A look of confusion gradually appeared in Fandral Staghelm's eyes, slowly fading until he was completely succumbed, muttering to himself, "Yes, the Qiraji, they killed my beloved son."
Fandral Staghelm knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, two lines of bloody tears streaming from his eyes.
The Dark Knights were stunned; the magic capable of altering memories was beyond their comprehension of magic.
The fact that the Moon Goddess's Emissary possessed such terrifying abilities instilled fear in them from the bottom of their hearts.
"Very well, Fandral Staghelm, the dust of your heart has been swept away, and you have finally awakened." The Emissary's voice was full of compassion, but to the crowd it sounded like the terrifying whisper of Old Gods.
With the Emissary messenger's backing, even the mighty Fandral Staghelm submitted. Tyrande was immediately filled with confidence and led the oath. "The Night Elf race, in accordance with the Moon Goddess's will, ally with the Orcs to protect the Azeroth."
The generals of the night exchanged glances, and faced with the terrifying power of the Emissary, they could only helplessly accept it.
After a long while, the Emissary's voice came again:
"I understand your concerns. Rest assured, I will personally meet with Thrall. Although the Orcs were once misled by the Legion, their nature is good. I will persuade Thrall to sincerely ally with the Night Elves and fight to save Azeroth. I will also send an envoy to the Dragonkin to have the Red Dragon Queen lend us a hand."