"Elune!"
Archimonde felt a chill run down his spine. Although he had used his extensive experience to understand Elune's thoughts, forming a tacit understanding and reaching a secret deal, and successfully leading the Burning Legion to launch an invasion of Azeroth and obtaining the power he desired, his greatest worry was Elune.
Elune, revolves around Azeroth as the moon. The hardships of countless years could not have been without purpose. She is like a hunter waiting for a rare pet to spawn, waiting for Azeroth to complete its hatching.
After the World Soul hatches, Azeroth's consciousness is blank; one could say she has no soul.
In general, the strongest beings on the planet's surface, along with numerous outstanding souls, merge to form an immense consciousness that governs the actions of the newly born Titans. In some worlds, this phenomenon is known as Ascension to the Immortal Realm.
Just like Queen Azshara and the Highborne she led ten thousand years ago, their wisdom and strength were top-notch, making them very qualified to become the dominant consciousness of Azeroth.
However, if there is no life on the planet's surface, then the consciousness of the Elune can inhabit the newly formed Azeroth, occupy this enormous body, and become the most powerful Titans in the history of the universe.
For this reason, Elune, did everything in her power to Pain Suppression the resurgence of the Night Elves, plotted the invasion of the Orcs and the Burning Legion, and attempted to destroy all living beings in the Azeroth, including the Old Gods and the Titan-forged, and bring about the End Time.
Archimonde's timely appearance aligned with Elune's wishes, and despite suffering numerous setbacks throughout the process, the Burning Legion ultimately emerged victorious.
However, Robbie's lies made Elune, feel threatened.
Elune, with her countless schemes and calculations, and the endless waiting, will absolutely not allow any competitors to emerge.
"Archimonde, I am very satisfied with your performance. You see, we are now allies. All our efforts are for the Azeroth. For the sake of Azeroth, you need to make a decision."
"Honorable Elune, it is a pleasure to speak with you, but I do not understand what you mean." Archimonde was not stupid; he vaguely guessed what was going on, but he was determined to confirm the truth.
Elune, spoke with a majestic and righteous voice:
"Countless Orcs sacrificed their precious lives to save the Azeroth. Their sacrifices were full of meaning, and they are worthy of being called great heroes and great men of Azeroth. Archimonde, your awareness should not be inferior to that of an Orcs. When it is necessary to give your life for the Azeroth, you should be able to perform even better."
Archimonde was startled, but remained calm. After all, he was Demons who had seen it all; what hadn't he witnessed? He chuckled and said:
"That sounds wonderful. No wonder you're called Elune. People say you're a female Orcs, and I thought it was a joke. But it turns out your thoughts are exactly like those of Orcs. What did the sacrifices of countless Orcs bring? Only Thrall's glory and power. He feasted on the delicacies of the Tauren and Pandaren, lived in the most comfortable chieftain's tent, and was incredibly powerful in life and will be remembered for eternity after death. The Orcs Warchief, a hero worthy of praise and tears."
"And what about the descendants of those Orcs who gave their lives? Exposed to wind, rain, and sun, living in drafty tents, bitten by mosquitoes, eating barely edible food, endless Consecration and sacrifice, suffering and hardship, serving ambitious Thrall like Thrall generation after generation—far less comfortable than life on Draenor. They are nothing but a bunch of foolish slaves. I am Archimonde the Defiler, I am not a lowly slave."
Elune, was not annoyed, seemingly believing that someone like Archimonde was not worth causing her emotional distress.
"Archimonde, I had intended to give you a glorious and magnificent end, to let you die like a hero, as a sign of respect for a powerful being. Perhaps millions of years later, the Legendary of Archimonde, the Savior, would still circulate in Azeroth, Bards sing of your great achievements in saving Azeroth. But you have disappointed me greatly."
"Heh, Elune, you're afraid, aren't you?" Archimonde sneered. "Even True God as powerful as you, do you have fear?"
Elune's voice remained calm and composed as she spoke indifferently:
"You're wrong. I was just afraid of trouble. In this universe, there are too many fools who overestimate their abilities and believe in miracles, just like some people believe that an Orcs can hurt Sargeras."
The moonlight was bright, casting a milky white beam that projected a clear image onto Archimonde.
This projection shows the Orcs camp, presenting a very interesting scene.
Thrall's expression turned crazed, his eyes bloodshot, clearly drunk and in a berserk state. He roared, "All Orcs, march forth! Head to Nordrassil, the World Tree! I will personally capture Archimonde and make him a slave of the Orcs, supplying Orcs with an endless Ancient Gem Vein! No one will stop me!"
Archimonde's face darkened; he felt insulted. Although it was drunken ramblings, it revealed Thrall's wolfish ambitions.
Eitrigg, leading a large number of guards, held Thrall back, trying to reason with him:
"Great Savior Thrall, Archimonde is, after all, our ally. Although the Burning Legion has retreated, Archimonde is extremely powerful; I'm afraid we are no match for him."
Thrall glared and, fueled by alcohol, roared:
"Damn it, you want to stop the rise of the orcs? One orc can wound the Dark Titan Sargeras, ten thousand orcs are enough to kill Sargeras, give me a million orcs, and I can conquer the entire universe. What is Archimonde? I have never taken him seriously. I only need a thousand orcs to capture him alive."
Elune, smiled slightly and said, "Archimonde, don't you understand? There are simply too many insects like these. I don't want to be entangled with them in the years to come, so you are the only one who can sacrifice yourself."
Archimonde was seething with hatred; the joy of gaining power had completely vanished, but he was confident in himself and said calmly, "Elune, I know your power is immense, but Azeroth is protected by the Titans Shield, which blocks your overwhelming power. What can you do to me?"
Elune, sighed once more:
"Archimonde, a being like me always likes to have a backup plan. In fact, the Burning Legion's invasion was not inevitable. Ten thousand years ago, I plotted how to destroy the lake at Mount Hyjal. Nordrassil, the Wrath of the World, was only one part of that plan. The name of this plan is, the Wrath of Nordrassil."
"The Wrath of Nordrassil was your plan, damn it!"
Archimonde was horrified, but it was too late.
Bathed in the milky moonlight, the fragments of Malfurion's destroyed horn flew up from the tree trunks of Nordrassil, pieced themselves back together, and emitted a deep, melodious sound that echoed throughout Mount Hyjal.
Inside the Elf fortress, the Night Elves heard the horns and looked up toward Nordrassil.
Thrall sobered up instantly and trembled with fear.
"Damn you, vile Elune, I curse you!" Archimonde roared in his final fury.
Nordrassil's power erupted in full force, and countless Little Elf flew out, this was the essence of Nordrassil's power, swirling around Archimonde like a tornado.