Elune, possesses unparalleled wisdom, devastating power, and her decisions are always correct.
To blaspheme Elune, is to oppose the entire Night Elf race.
The Blackfathom Deeps of Nightmare Lands, a terrifying place where even Cenarius and Malfurion would lose their way, is the most vicious punishment of the Night Elves.
With ten thousand years of faith, the belief in the Moon Goddess was deeply ingrained in people's hearts and supported by all the Night Elves. Shandris Feathermoon hesitated for a moment, then could only remain silent and give up arguing.
The Emissary regained control and Pride declared, "By the decree of the Moon Goddess, the officers who attacked the Burning Legion's base without authorization are to be sent to the Vault of the Wardens; all soldiers are to be exiled and never re-employed; and Ancient of War are to be executed. From this day forward, without the Moon Goddess's decree, even if the Burning Legion attacks our doorstep, we are not permitted to engage in battle."
It's over!
The hearts of the Night Elf generals sank. The situation had completely reversed. How could they possibly withstand the Burning Legion's attack? Maiev couldn't bear to listen any longer and hurriedly asked:
What should we do if the Burning Legion launches a surprise attack?
The Emissary's expression was cold as he asked sarcastically, "Maiev, do you have no confidence in Moon Goddess's abilities? The entire universe is under Moon Goddess's control; how could the actions of the Burning Legion possibly escape Elune notice?"
"This!"
Maiev clearly sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it; her mind felt a bit confused.
Tyrande shook her head, speaking in a mocking tone:
"Maiev, you've lived for over ten thousand years, yet you still don't understand Elune. Moon Goddess is omniscient and omnipotent; the Burning Legion is nothing more than a small flame in her eyes, easily extinguished. The Legion's attack is merely a test of our devotion to Moon Goddess. You, who have served her Moon Goddess ten thousand years, shouldn't have made such a basic mistake."
Malfurion looked at Maiev with a mocking and pitiful expression, then prayed devoutly:
"May the Moon Goddess Mercy and forgive us for our failure to discipline our subordinates. Your Emissary Maiev, I apologize to the Moon Goddess beg for her mercy in her moment of folly."
Maiev wanted to say: For ten thousand years, Elune, has never cared about the life or death of the Night Elf race, except for pointing fingers and making pronouncements. But this is the helplessness of faith. She knew which words could be said and which could not be said in public.
Upon seeing Maiev, he fell silent. The Emissary's voice was utterly solemn. "The Elune, the Moon Goddess, for the Firelord Ragnaros intends to destroy the world. He plots to turn Azeroth into a sea of fire. Elune, has seen through the Firelord's scheme and commands us to defeat Firelord."
Upon hearing this, a chill seemed to sweep through the Temple of the Moon, and the Night Elf generals were greatly alarmed.
"Absurd, absurd! If this continues, the extinction of the Night Elf race is not far off!" A tremendous roar resounded as the doors of the Temple of the Moon were violently pushed open, and the towering Fandral Staghelm glared furiously at the Emissary.
All the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal understand the importance of Ragnaros, the Firelord.
Ten thousand years ago, Aman'Thul shattered the continent, causing the Sundering and the seal of the Firelord to loosen. In those chaotic years, countless races sought to vie for dominance over Azeroth, challenging the Night Elf race.
The Night Elf race suffered greatly, repeatedly relying on the power of Illidan and the Satyrs to defeat their enemies.
As if things weren't bad enough, the Night Elf Druids suddenly discovered that Titans's seal was hidden deep beneath Mount Hyjal, and the Firelord was breaking free of it.
It is predicted that in a few thousand years, Mount Hyjal will become a sea of fire.
The desperate Night Elves could only pray to the Moon Goddess, but to no avail. At this most critical moment, a Night Elf race stepped forward: Fandral Staghelm, Malfurion's disciple, who was usually low-key and silent, and far more outstanding than his mentor.
Fandral Staghelm consulted ancient texts and found a way to communicate with the Firelord. After a long exchange and testing, the two sides reached a secret agreement: the Night Elf race would help the Firelord escape his predicament ahead of time, and the Firelord would promise to assist the Night Elf race in protecting Mount Hyjal.
The Night Elves' future mortal enemy has become their Guardian, Fandral Staghelm's contribution is undeniable, allowing the Night Elf race to temporarily escape the crisis.
However, Fandral Staghelm is well-prepared. The Firelord, who has just escaped, is in dire need of restoring his power and will certainly keep his promise. But who knows if he will break the contract once he has fully recovered his strength?
Fandral Staghelm had confidence in himself and in the Night Elf race.
The Firelord, after all, just an individual; his power has its limits. The Night Elf race, on the other hand, are a collection of many intelligent beings. Their collective wisdom is boundless, and they will surely be able to defeat any individual.
During their contact with the Firelord, Fandral Staghelm's team continuously stole the Firelord's secrets, achieving remarkable results. By fusing with the essence of Flame, they invented a new form of Druid: the Flame Druid, which elevated the Druid's combat power to a new level.
Fandral Staghelm believed that his research was only at the very Entry, and that a bright future lay ahead of him.
Unfortunately, Fandral Staghelm's research was met with strong opposition from Fandral Staghelm Malfurion, who believed it violated the Night Elf race tradition of not allowing contact with magic. Left with no other option, Fandral Staghelm had to take his research underground.
In the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago, Cenarius and Malfurion were defeated one after another, and Fandral Staghelm had no choice but to step up and take on the heavy responsibility. In this crucial war, all the Flame Druids perished, and Fandral Staghelm's research fell into a predicament.
Fortunately, the Firelord kept his promise. No matter what defeats the Night Elf race suffered afterward, Mount Hyjal remained standing and could not be conquered by other races, giving the Night Elf race a chance to regroup.
The Emissary looked at the enraged Fandral Staghelm and chuckled coldly, "Fandral Staghelm, I remember you were the one who released the Firelord, causing the world to be on the verge of destruction. Haven't you realized your mistake yet?"
"I don't know what kind of wicked Emissary you are," Fandral Staghelm retorted loudly. "Now that the Burning Legion is eyeing us covetously, our attack on the Firelands would be a betrayal of our alliance, tantamount to handing Mount Hyjal over to the Burning Legion."
The Emissary chuckled and said mockingly:
"Another mortal who doubts the wisdom of Moon Goddess, the Fandral Staghelm goddess. You are but a lowly ant; how can you compare to the boundless wisdom of Elune? Your vision is so short-sighted, laughable, and insignificant."
Malfurion shook his massive antlers and scolded, "Go, Fandral Staghelm. Remember, never doubt the Moon Goddess. Your stubbornness will only lead to the destruction of the Night Elf race. Mortal wisdom cannot comprehend the Moon Goddess's foresight."
Fandral Staghelm gazed at the assembled generals. Such a simple truth, yet, intimidated by the Moon Goddess's majesty, no one dared to stand up and oppose it. How tragic and helpless this was! Fandral Staghelm looked at the Emissary and sneered:
"With your abilities, you will only anger the Firelord. You have no idea how terrifying Ragnaros is."
The Emissary confidently declared, "With the Moon Goddess protecting us, the mere Firelord is destined to perish. Fandral Staghelm, you may return now and continue to grieve for your lost son. We already have suitable candidates to conquer the Firelands."
Before the words were finished, two figures walked in from outside the door.
Cenarius, now in a physical body, Pride gazed at Fandral Staghelm and a Tauren, Hamuul Runetotem, the Druid leader from Thunder Bluff.