Remulos, the leader of Moonglade, Legendary to be the son of the Demigod Cenarius. If so, Remulos has a direct blood relationship with the Elune.
Unable to resurrect Kites, the Emissary could only seek help from Remulos.
In the Temple of Remulos in Moonglade, Remulos gazed at the human skull on the table. A dark aura swirled around the skull, the Corruption soul of Kites.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that." Remulos shook his head and said, "I cannot resurrect a dead person; it's beyond my capabilities."
The Emissary first spoke politely:
"Remulos, if there is anyone in this world who can resurrect the dead, it can only be the Elune. I hope you will pray sincerely to Elune."
Remulos retorted, quite displeased:
"Honorable Emissary, why must you pin your mistakes on me? Wasn't it because you failed to arrive at Garrosh's camp in time? Wasn't it because Medivh failed to teach those filthy Orcs to consider the bigger picture? Shouldn't Garrosh, who committed such a grave error, bear the consequences?"
The Emissary couldn't say that he was being obstructed by Robbie, otherwise he would be seen as incompetent. He could only say tactfully, "Things have come to this point, this is not the time to shirk responsibility. The Alliance must have a leader who will cooperate with the Horde in battle and serve as cannon fodder for the Horde."
Remulos became even more displeased. "What does this have to do with me, My Emissary? Haven't you noticed? This is very likely a conspiracy by the Scourge. I know Arthas desperately wants to turn those dead into real people, but he can't."
The Emissary shook his head and said with certainty, "Moonglade is shrouded in the power of the Elune; I believe even the Scourge cannot see through it."
Remulos scoffed, "You are the Emissary of the Moon Goddess. You have made a mistake. Why don't you pray to Elune, yourself, instead of begging me?"
The Emissary messenger looked troubled.
Although he was a noble Emissary, he made a grave mistake in this matter by not daring to face the Elune directly.
Moreover, Elune, wouldn't trust an outsider like him with such forbidden and powerful magic as resurrecting the dead.
Despite all the sweet talk, Remulos remained uncooperative. The Emissary messenger's face hardened, and he said:
"Remulos, don't think you're so noble. I know your background. If you don't cooperate, the Orcs army will raze Moonglade, tear you to pieces, and eat you."
Remulos's face darkened. Remulos's father, Cenarius, often referred to himself as the son of the Elune, which brought glory and status to their family.
But Remulos knew very well what was hidden behind this absurd lie; Cenarius was at best merely Elune 'Azeroth’s Spokesman.
"I will pray to Elune," Remulos said, rising with little hope. "I hope Moon Goddess will hear my voice."
Robbie stealthily crept into Moonglade, where he saw Point, Line, and Plane, and planes, and countless chaotic energy lines intersecting to form a vast, layered net.
The power of Elune, protects Moonglade, but all powers have flaws; simply avoid touching these chaotic lines.
The Eye of C'Thun bypassed the energy lines and entered the Temple of Remulos.
Remulos knelt before the Moon Goddess, praying devoutly.
"Great Elune, you are older than the universe itself. The Emissary could not save the Alliance King, leaving only a broken skull and a shattered soul. Perhaps Stormwind City deserves a new King, but the Scourge is watching us closely, and time is running out. I beg Elune, to hear my prayers and guide us on our path."
The ancient Moon Goddess was beautiful and sacred, its eyes emitting a milky white light. Remulos was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. Almost no one knew that his prayers rarely received a response from the Moon Goddess.
The Moon Goddess's voice drifted and echoed within the temple.
"Why do you always disappoint me? The Emissary should have rescued the Alliance leader, then sent valiant adventurers, along with the Orcs army, to rescue the Alliance forces from Drak'Tharon Keep and Voltarus. Many of them were willing to serve the King from the bottom of their hearts, voluntarily breaking away from the Scourge's control and successfully becoming Orcs rations. No one remembers their names!"
Remulos knew that the so-called "heroic adventurers" were special adventurers assigned by the Elune, who possessed unimaginable abilities and luck under Moon Goddess blessing.
"Now, the Timeline has subtly shifted. The foolish Night Watch King is dead. The other side of time tells me that this is a change in history, perhaps inevitable, perhaps we will face a different ending. Come, Remulos, tell me, what do you see?"
At the feet of the Moon Goddess, there was originally an empty bowl.
Suddenly, the bowl was filled with Fresh Water, signifying the manifestation of the Moon Goddess's power. Remulos cautiously peered into the bowl.
Peeping into the secrets of time is extremely dangerous; one can easily become addicted.
In a daze, Remulos entered a completely new Timeline. He was above Stormwind City, looking down at King Varian's funeral. The young Prince Anduin was crying and soon after being banished, thus ending the royal line of Stormwind City.
Time flowed swiftly, and Remulos found himself above the great vortex.
Led by Thrall, the Earthen Ring gathered near the Maelstrom, surrounded by mountains of mana gems. The Earthen Ring Shaman poured out their power, drawing upon the forces of earth, fire, water, and wind, channeling them towards the elementally depleted Outland. The Elemental Power shattered, and disaster was about to engulf Azeroth.
Just then, a Black Dragon descended from the sky, spewing forth raging Shadowflame. It was Deathwing Neltharion. He reached out with his dragon claws, grabbed Thrall, and tossed Thrall into his mouth, chewing on him greedily.
Remulos awoke with a start, breaking free from the flow of time. He was drenched in sweat and collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted. The bowl before him was completely empty.
The temple Anjing for a long while, then the voice of Elune, drifted out softly:
"Without an Alliance, Thrall cannot complete the Cataclysm. In my plan, this is a crucial step. Well then, we must resurrect this King."
Remulos was overjoyed, because due to the Titans Shield, Elune, could not cast spells directly and could only do so through a proxy.
No one is more suitable than Remulos. If he were to master the power of resurrection, Remulos would become the most important figure in Azeroth, perhaps even a god.
"Remulos, the Scourge will not let you go," Elune, said regretfully. "I cannot teach you the secrets of resurrecting the dead, but I can do so in a more tactful way."
Remulos looked apprehensive, but couldn't help but reveal his disappointment.
The Elune commanded:
"Remulos, go to the Caverns of Time and ask the Bronze Dragonflight for Varian from another Timeline. In some abandoned Timeline, Varian is gravely ill and on the verge of death. Cure his illness and extract Kites' memories to infuse into his soul."
Robbie, who was spying on them, frowned and sighed inwardly; in the end, he had made a fatal mistake.