The monster looked at the eloquent Kael'thas and suddenly remembered an old saying: Even if you become an all-knowing god, there are still teachers among mortals.
"It's truly a stroke of luck! In my moment of confusion, this strange, rambling Blood Elf might just be the teacher who can help me out of this predicament."
The monster secretly made up its mind. Kael'thas suddenly seemed much more pleasing to the eye. The monster said in a low voice, "Prince Kael'thas, you know my feelings for Tyrande. If my memory serves me right, I fell in love with her ten thousand years ago."
"A thousand years?"
Kael'thas was astonished, his admiration for the monster growing even stronger. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he exclaimed, "A love that has lasted for ten thousand years, an eternal love, a love that has withstood the test of life and death... Illidan, you truly amaze me, you truly astound me!"
The monster tilted its head slightly and sighed deliberately, as if in distress.
"But Tyrande is, after all, my sister-in-law. She loves my Malfurion very much. I know it's impossible for us, but I just can't forget her. This bittersweet love torments my heart. Although I've been imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens, deprived of my freedom for ten thousand years, I know that this is the best choice for both Tyrande and my Malfurion."
Kael'thas looked at the monster with admiration and praised, "So even with such strength, you're unwilling to escape the Vault of the Wardens. You're a true Casanova."
The monster closed its eyes, its face showing a conflicted and painful expression:
"It's a pity that ten thousand years of solitude and countless days and nights of self-reflection still haven't made me forget this mistaken love. I know I shouldn't have done this, but I can't fight my own heart. Kael'thas, you should understand the pain of not being able to have someone."
Kael'thas, deeply moved, thought of Lisa in Lakeshire: "I understand."
Seeing that the time was almost right, the monster asked with a pained expression, "Prince Kael'thas, do you have a way to help me out of this predicament?"
"This!"
Kael'thas looked troubled. Although he considered himself a Casanova, he didn't actually have a particularly good solution to emotional entanglements and often resorted to avoidance.
"Illidan, to be honest, I've also been in love before. My method was to fall in love with someone else, but that method obviously won't work for you. Let me think, I'm sure I have a way."
Kael'thas paced back and forth in the empty room, when suddenly he caught sight of the moonlight outside the window. His eyes lit up, and he excitedly returned to the monster, saying:
"In Dalaran, there are many schools of magic, one of which specializes in studying the reproductive patterns of creatures. They have discovered a strong connection to the moon. When the moon is full, many creatures become restless. The moon influences our emotions; if we leave Azeroth, these feelings will cool, perhaps even be permanently removed."
"The moon, Elune... Could all of this be a scheme by Elune?"
Kael'thas's explanation inspired the monster; after all, Elune, wielded the power of nature and had a greater understanding of the laws governing the reproduction of living beings than other deities.
"If it really Elune's scheme, then as long as we leave Azeroth, we'll be safe and sound. Perhaps we can truly break free from these annoying shackles and be free from all constraints. Why not cross the Dark Portal and try our luck in the shattered Outland? Becoming the King of Outland wouldn't be a bad idea."
"We must find a chance to escape. It would be best to bring this Kael'thas with us; if things don't go well, we can always ask him for advice."
The monster had secretly made up its mind, but escaping was the only problem.
Because the Scourge had anticipated the monsters' spellcasting, they diverted their attacks to the Aitelite Hub region by disguising the Frozen Throne with magic. Under the immense magical attack, a large crack appeared in the land where the Nexus region was located.
By passing through this large rift, one can reach the Aitelite Hub directly.
However, the Scourge Army is not in a hurry. The Elune must have a countermeasure. If they want to keep it from Moon Goddess, they must be patient for a while.
Robbie was speculating about how the Moon Goddess would mend the crack.
In Undercity, after the Scourge retreated to Northrend, Sylvanas and her Forsaken Legion were stationed. Formerly Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, Sylvanas was unwilling to be ruled by a young human and, driven by ambition, was constantly seeking an opportunity.
The moonlight was cool and clear, and in Sylvanas's hand, she held an exquisite necklace.
Twenty years Dark Portal, Kael'thas returned to Silvermoon City to gather his people. While clearing the ruins of Silvermoon City, he inadvertently discovered a necklace engraved with:
"To Sylvanas, and forever your loving sister, Alleria."
Kael'thas disliked Sylvanas intensely, but he felt the relic should be returned to its rightful owner, so he sent the necklace to Undercity.
Upon receiving the necklace, Sylvanas looked puzzled. She didn't remember her sister giving her this necklace; in fact, the two sisters had never had a good relationship.
Sylvanas has always been confident in her memory and would never forget such an important event.
On a moonlit night, as she stroked the gemstones on the necklace, she heard a majestic voice:
"Sylvanas, my poor child, though your body has decayed, your soul remains pure. You never gave up the fight, and that makes me very gratified."
"Who are you?" Sylvanas looked around warily.
The voice grew increasingly authoritative:
"My children, when you were still the Dark Trolls at the foot of Mount Hyjal, I heard your prayers. You longed to live in peace with nature, so I guided you to settle near the Well of Eternity and bestowed upon you the Druid's Path. I am the creator of the Night Elves, I am Elune."
Sylvanas was unaware of the true history; after all, it was an ancient era beyond verification, long since a little girl who could be dressed up however she pleased. Sylvanas hurriedly knelt on the ground, praying fervently, "Great Elune, please help me."
"My child," Elune, said with Mercy.
"I know what you want most. You want to regain your youthful appearance and fragrant body. However, reversing the cycle of life is not so easy. Life and death are the balance of the universe, and for mortals, breaking this balance is extremely difficult. The Elves possess perfect life, but the more perfect an object is, the harder it is to repair. What price are you willing to pay?"
"Everything!"
Sylvanas answered without hesitation.
In the days that followed, Sylvanas received guidance from Elune, Moon Goddess told her that if she wanted to be reborn, she must first understand death.
Elune taught Sylvanas how to use the Power of Death, which, while far inferior to Arthas's, was still enough to awaken some powerful creatures for her own use.
Sylvanas once secretly entered Dalaran and resurrected High Archmage Antonidas.
On this day, Sylvanas suddenly received a revelation from the Elune:
"Arise, gather your armies, and in the name of the Scourge, launch an attack on the Night Elves. Do not let them return to Kalimdor."
Sylvanas asked in surprise:
"Great Elune, if Arthas were to find out about this, the consequences would be unimaginable. Aside from the Orcs, the Scourge has never considered making enemies of the living."
"My child, do not worry, times have changed, you and your Forsaken will soon be free."