The night elves' belief in the moon god Elune has existed since the emergence of this race.
Although the night elves do not agree, according to the documents preserved in the oldest troll temple, 15,000 years ago, a not-so-powerful dark troll clan migrated to the mysterious Land of Eternity.
In the mountains near the well, due to contact with the magic of the Well of Eternity, the form of this dark troll changed.
The liquid flowing out of the ancient and sacred well water seemed to have inherited the will of some mysterious existence, and according to the plan of that great existence, it shaped this dark troll into what she wanted.
The dark trolls who reshaped their bodies became beautiful and slender. Under the guidance of the eternal well water, they had a new civilization system and new beliefs, and established a great empire.
This is the description of the origin of the night elves by the trolls. Considering that this document was written by the Zandalari troll priests, who are the wisest and most worshipful of knowledge among the troll clan, its credibility is very high.
However, the elves are unwilling to admit that they are derived from the barbaric trolls. In their hearts, they prefer to believe that it was the moon god Elune who personally shaped the first elf...
In short, it was precisely because of contact with the Well of Eternity that the elves worshiped the moon god Elune. In this primitive worship, the elves believed that the silver moon in the night of Azeroth was the incarnation of Elune.
, she is always paying attention to the world, and the night elves are the dependents of the moon god Elune.
All omniscient and omnipotent observers know that the Well of Eternity is the wound of Elune, the titan spirit born in Azeroth. The water flowing out of that well is Elune's most sacred blood.
So... the night elves calling themselves the Moon God Familia is not a boast, it is a fact. However... compared to other Titan Familia, the development of the night elves' civilization is really not something that the Titan Spirit Elune can feel.
to satisfaction.
The world spirit corrupted by the ancient gods desperately wants to get rid of this disgusting sore that is trying to corrupt the world, but the night elves are unaware of this. The first ancient god to be "removed" was C'Thun.
Tyrion took it upon himself to give Elune a freedom that she had not had for thousands of years. From that moment on, the connection between Elune and Tyrion became closer.
Although the two did not communicate much... at least Elune knew that Tyrion wanted to punish the night elves, and she acquiesced.
No one knows the thoughts of the World Spirit, but at least in Tyrion, Elune sees a hope...a hope that can be called cruel, but very effective.
At dawn on Mount Hyjal, when the first ray of sunlight dispelled the darkness, the painful Illidan staggered into an uninhabited village in Mount Hyjal, holding the seriously injured Tyrande in his arms.
Blood continued to flow from Illidan's wounds. He was now extremely weak. As a demon hunter, several demon souls that had been sealed for 10,000 years were dispersed by Tyrion in a violent way, causing Illidan to enter a kind of...
A state of "extreme emptiness".
But he couldn't stop. The opportunity that his brother Malfurion had bought for him and Tyrande with his life couldn't be wasted.
"Moonwell...Hold on! Tyrande!"
Illidan staggered and carried the unconscious Tyrande close to the moon well in the center of the village. It was the ceremonial place used by the moon priests to communicate with Elune. The well water filled with the power of the moon had magical effects.
, not only can heal the pain, but also soothe the pain in the hearts of the elves. The moon priests claim that this is a blessing from the moon god, and the moon well is also a sacred object in the hearts of the night elves.
Tyrande was stabbed through the body by Tyrion's sword. She now urgently needs the moon well to heal her pain, but the moon well under the World Tree has long been destroyed or contaminated by the battle between Queen Azshara and Tyrion.
, the moonwell here is the closest one to the two escapees, and it is also the place where Illidan must bring Tyrande. Compared to his weakness, Tyrande's injury is obviously more serious and must be treated.
"Wow"
Illidan carried Tyrande, who was unconscious and covered in blood, in the posture of a princess, and walked into the pool filled with silver light. The extremely weak demon hunter put Tyrande in with a gentle gesture.
He fell into the pool of water, and then climbed out of the activated moon well. This was a small moon well, and its healing power was not enough to support two seriously injured people.
In this case, Illidan, who had a deep love for Tyrande, naturally left Tyrande with the chance of healing, but he was also seriously injured. At the moment he climbed out of the moonwell, he was hit by a fall.
With the impact, the Dark Walker let out a painful and low groan. The pain in his body due to the forced removal of the Demon Soul completely erupted at this moment. The pain in his body made Illidan tilt his head and he passed out.
In the well water that shines with gentle silver light, the cold and healing moon well water washes away the scars on Tyrande's body in a gentle manner, while the weak soul of the moon priest uses the sacred well water to heal the scars on Tyrande's body.
Water is the medium that penetrates into a higher space.
It was a world shrouded in silver sand and moonlight. Tyrande opened her eyes blankly. She looked at the halo-filled space. At this moment, she felt the long-lost comfort in her soul.
They were disconnected from the power of the Moon Goddess for several months. During that period, Elune no longer responded to the prayers of the Moon Goddess priests. Some priests with fragile hearts even felt that they had been abandoned.
In the painful feeling of being abandoned by the gods, many sincere priests went crazy, and many people left Mount Hyjal, but this news was blocked by the Temple of the Moon. Tyrande and other high-level priests believed that
, if such news spreads, it will have a terrible impact on civilians.
However, at this moment when the Kaldorei civilization suffered heavy losses, Tyrande once again sensed the existence of the moon god Elune, but witnessed the burning of the World Tree, and witnessed his people being rushed out of hell.
After the God of Death took away her soul and witnessed the horrific scene of her husband being killed by the Demon King of Hell, Tyrande no longer felt happy about regaining her faith. On the contrary, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger.
"Why!"
Tyrande raised her head. She stood up weakly from the ground that was exuding a silver halo. For the first time, she raised her head so rudely and so insincerely, looking directly at the thing hanging in the sky of the Moon God Kingdom.
A round of silver moonlight, she clenched her fists and shouted like an angry female animal:
"Why! Elune, your people are suffering from painful wars. Why didn't you respond to us when we needed you most! Why did you... abandon us! Why did you let your people suffer like this?
Disaster? Why!”
Tyrande was in pain at this moment. This pain not only came from the sadness of losing relatives and loved ones, but also from the anger of witnessing the suffering of the people and being helpless. As a ruler, she was eager to protect her people.
She has been doing this for ten thousand years. However, in this disaster accompanied by death, she was unable to protect the people...
She lost them.
More importantly, as a god that all people believe in sincerely, Elune's indifference to this matter made Tyrande Whisperwind feel betrayed.
Facing the questions from his followers, the halo of moonlight drifted away, and the gentle light shone on Tyrande's body, as if responding to Tyrande's questions.
"Tylande Whisperwind..."
The calm voice that sounded in Tyrande's heart made the Moon Priest's eyes widen. In the more than 10,000 years since she became the Luna Priest, she had never heard Elune's voice so clearly.
To be precise, this was the first time she had a conversation with her own gods.
"You ask me why I abandon the people who believe in me at this moment. I have never abandoned you... However, Tyrande, I am not a god, and I am not as kind as the sacred stories you wrote for me. In the end,
The important thing is... Tyrande, the Patriarch I personally selected, what I need... is not your sincerity!"
"Belief means nothing to me... Belief is not the purpose I created you fifteen thousand years ago, and having a group of believers who sincerely worship me will not make me feel happy."
"I created you and gave you power for a purpose. You were born with a mission, Tyrande, and you... let me down."
Huang Zhongdalu's voice echoed in Tyrande's heart. Listening to the gods' will should be an extremely honorable thing for all believers. However, the gods' complete denial of the people is a serious problem for both the priest and the ruler.
For Tyrande, it only made her feel extremely confused.
"You think you are right? No... you are wrong! And this is the price of the mistake!"
The words Tyrion said to her when he pierced her body came to mind, causing Tyrande to subconsciously grab her hair, and she let out a shrill scream:
"No! You are on the same side with him! The gods I believe in and the devil who destroyed my people are on the same side! No! No!!"
"Calm down!"
Elune's cold voice passed into Tyrande's heart, and the power belonging to the Moon God made his heart fall into chaos. The Moon God Priest, who was about to lose his mind, forcibly calmed down. Tyrande looked at it with a look that was more sad than heartbreaking.
The halo of the moon above her head, the scene that should have made people worship sincerely, seemed to become pale and cold at this moment, just like the feeling of death to her.
The firm belief she had spent more than 10,000 years building... collapsed.
"Tyrion and his death are just a reflection of my disappointment in you. This does not mean that I have lost confidence in you. After all, Tyrande and Kaldorei were shaped by me. You are the spawn of a Titan.
Rather than being a follower of an imaginary god, you, you are the leader of the Titan Familia that I have chosen. Believe me, this identity is more noble than that of the Moon God Sacrifice..."
"I was born among the stars... Titan, this is my race. I should have my relatives arranged by the guardians of Azeroth to protect me from the erosion of darkness when I grow up.
However, those guardians failed... After witnessing their failure and losing the power of protection, I could only create a force for myself to protect the world..."
"That's you, Kaldorei elves. I used my blood to give you a strong body, enough wisdom, endless potential, and a prosperous future... It's a pity that you abandoned it.
After understanding this, you will then regard your meaningless belief in me as the focus of your life..."
"I once witnessed the scene where the upper elves were seduced by the Dark Titan. At that moment, I was disappointed in you for the first time. However, your appearance saved the world and aroused my confidence in you. I once thought that in you
Under your leadership, Tyrande and the Kaldorei elves can trace their origins and truly become the guardians and warriors I need. However... you have once again let me down."
"My companions, the last guardians left by the Titans of the Pantheon, the Aspect Dragons have given you the power you should not have in the wrong way. Eternal life has trapped you like a quagmire, inspiring your hearts.
The desire to explore the world, change the world, and protect the world has weakened your mentality, leaving you to settle down in a corner."
"Every time I see you spending huge sums of money to build a temple for me, I want to warn you... I even thought about abandoning you, but I can't! The Well of Eternity has disappeared, and I can no longer shape it with my own blood.
To create another Guardian Familia, I can only hope that you will recall your mission at some point...and I have been waiting for ten thousand years!"
"I have been completely disappointed, Tyrande, so disaster has struck...I am not punishing you, I am just borrowing Tyrion's hand to remove the shackles on your body...making you more pure and becoming what I need.
...warrior!"
Elune's words left Tyrande at a loss. There is no doubt that what Elune said was something Tyrande had never understood or thought about. She had never doubted the orthodoxy of her beliefs. She
He has never doubted what such belief means to his own gods.
As one wise observer commented:
Mortals always think that their sincerity is the best sacrifice to the gods. Little do they know that the real gods don't care about this at all. Maybe what they want to see are the good deeds done by mortals because of their faith, those heroes who can change the world.
Behavior, rather than sincere belief itself, is meaningless.
And now, while Tyrande is communicating with her gods, she knows what the gods want them to do, and regarding these, Tyrande still has the biggest question in her heart:
"If this is your question, why did you never tell me?"
Tyrande's question made Elune silent for a moment, and then he let out a helpless sigh:
"I told you ten thousand years ago... The Tears of Elune are the extension of all my thoughts in this world. If you are willing to listen, you can naturally hear my whisper to you. However, sincere believers
They just treat it as a gift from the gods, keep it in the majestic and exquisite Temple of the Moon, worship it every day, but never really listen to it..."
"Faith... Tyrande, faith makes you firm, but it also confuses your eyes, blocks your ears, and blocks your heart... I don't need it. What I value is that you are
The things I do, and what I long for, are the things I need you to do for me..."
"Go ahead, Tyrande, even ten thousand sincere chants can't compare to the fact that you personally killed an ancient god believer for me..."
"Go, under the moonlight, bravely undertake your mission! Don't indulge in useless beliefs anymore."
"Go ahead, put on your fighting spirit and turn my family members into warriors who truly protect this world!"
"I'm watching you, Tyrande Whisperwind, and I've warned you... and this is the last time..."
"Go for it!"
"Don't let me down again...my family..."
Tyrande closed her eyes. She could feel her cheeks being held up by a pair of warm hands, and a kiss representing mission and blessing fell on her forehead. The next moment, in the cold moon well water, Tyrande
De opened his eyes suddenly.
She climbed up from the moon experience with difficulty. She looked at the unconscious Illidan next to her. She looked blankly at the devastated battlefield in front of her. After a moment, Tyrande let out a long sigh.
She stretched out her hand and took off all the religious decorations on her body that represented the High Priest of the Moon God. She threw aside the jewelry that represented her identity. She tore off the decorative shoulder armor on her shoulders and pulled her long hair into a piece.
Tie it into a single ponytail in a rough way, and then tear open those gorgeous and useless tulle skirts on your body, leaving only the silver battle armor, making this battle armor skirt look like a warrior's armor.
After doing all this, Tyrande knelt down sincerely in the cold moon well water just like before. She lowered her head and chanted loudly in a hoarse voice that contained pain and anger:
"Elune! We followed you, we dedicated our faith to you, we made mistakes, and this pain and disaster woke us up."
"I have served you for nearly ten thousand years, but tonight, I no longer come as a maid, a nun or even a priest..."
"From today on, please give me mission and justice..."
"I use ancient language to summon you to the most ruthless moon phase!"
"I spend the rest of my life, with this meager tribute, begging to be clothed in the darkest battle you gave me!"
"Please grant me...the power of revenge and war!"
"Please let me be the ruthless warrior of the dark night! Please let me be your sharpest... sword!"
"Wow"
As Tyrande chanted like a roar, in the halo of dawn on Mount Hyjal, a piercing light of the dark moon drove away the most dazzling sun, turning the entire world's sky into stars at this moment.
The swaying starry sky made the whole world uproar.
Kaldorei...dark night.
The civilization of the Titan Familia will never collapse. It will draw strength from disasters, then turn into a cocoon and become a butterfly, and then...promote!
