After the tragedy at Mount Hyjal, Tyrande, who had lost the trust of her people, was ashamed to see others. She hid herself, lost her exquisite makeup, ate and slept all day long, and lived the life of an unkempt homegirl.
Until Malfurion conveyed Medivh's reminder to her.
A glimmer of light once again appeared in Tyrande's dim eyes, and she knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly:
"The great Moon God Elune has not abandoned us. Maybe we really misunderstood the Moon God. We are just humble mortals, how can we compare with the Moon God's wisdom. I must pray to the Moon God to find out the truth. This
I must stay awake for once, and I will never serve Luna unless she explains everything to me."
Tyrande took a careful shower first, restored her delicate makeup, and put on her favorite priest's attire. Then she locked herself in the bedroom, neither sleeping nor eating, and prayed devoutly to the moon god.
After praying for three consecutive days and nights, Malfurion kept waiting outside the door. He was very worried about Tyrande's safety. If this prayer was not answered, Tyrande would really be finished and become a walking zombie from now on.
On the third day, the terrifying power of the moonlight fell from the sky and shattered Tyrande's roof. Milky white light covered the entire fortress. The soldiers and people in the fortress took to the streets and pointed at Tyrande's residence.
Give pointers.
"Look, that's our priest Tyrande." A dark night girl exclaimed.
The bright moonlight enveloped Tyrande. She slowly rose into the air, faced the moon, slowly opened her arms, and accepted the infusion of the power of the moonlight, as if a goddess had descended into the world.
After the tragedy at Mount Hyjal, the night elves had doubts about the belief in the Moon God. However, with this living miracle right in front of their eyes, many people were shaken by this and knelt on the ground to pray to the Moon God.
Tyrande opened his eyes, his eyes were shining with bright light, his face was majestic, his lips were lightly opened, and his clear voice spread throughout the fortress:
"I saw the truth. Thanks to the moon goddess Elune, she never gave up on the night elves."
Afterwards, Tyrande slowly fell back into the bedroom, and the power of the moonlight gradually disappeared. However, the miracle of this night caused a lot of discussion among the night elves, and various speculations emerged.
The second half of the night is when the night elves are most active.
The surviving elders of Mount Hyjal gathered together to visit Tyrande. They were originally the most devout believers of the Moon God. After the tragedy, they were the ones who took the lead in questioning the Moon God.
Tyrande and Malfurion received the group of elders. Faced with the elders' doubts, Tyrande did not hide it. A bright and pure crystal appeared in her hand.
"Could this be the Tears of Elune? It's impossible. There is only one Tear of Elune and it is kept in the Temple of the Moon." An elder asked.
Tyrande's pretty face was filled with a strong look of confidence, and she explained to everyone with a smile:
"The so-called Tears of Elune are energy crystals condensed from the pure power of moonlight. Tears of Elune have different functions. The function of these Tears of Elune is to convey the revelation of the Moon God, but you must
I swear to the moon god that I will never reveal any information to the outside world, otherwise it will cause disputes within the night elves."
After hearing this, the elders became more and more curious and swore that they would never tell anyone about what happened tonight.
Tyrande carefully held the Tears of Elune and said seriously: "For ten thousand years, the moon god Elune has been heartbroken for the night elves, but we have never understood her. The truth is right in front of us."
The Tears of Elune emitted a white light, surrounding the entire room, becoming a secret room that outsiders could not pry into. Then, a vivid scene appeared in front of the elders.
A lush tree grows in the lake of Mount Hyjal, towering into the clouds. Its lush canopy covers a vast area, and the tree trunk is inhabited by the carefree night elves.
The elders present all recognized that this tree was Nordrassil, the world tree.
Next, the lake where Nordrassil was rooted gradually turned into ink-like black, sparkling, and the magic contained in it became more and more abundant.
Affected by the changes in the lake water, Nordrassil grew rapidly, and the area covered by the tree canopy became wider and wider, even covering the entire Mount Hyjal.
More and more night elves are born and live on Nordrassil. Affected by the magic of Nordrassil, they become smarter and wiser, and their appearance becomes more and more perfect, with exquisite features and graceful bodies.
Transparent magic wings sprouted from his back.
Nordrassil's root system soon explored Mount Hyjal and extended to nearby Winterspring Valley, Felwood and other places. The root system sprouted, broke out of the ground, grew branches and leaves, and grew a new World Tree, which was regarded as No.
Dashiell's descendants.
The daughter systems are also growing rapidly, and the roots expand outward again, giving birth to new daughter systems.
Soon, the entire Kalimdor was covered by the World Tree, and the number of night elves was increasing. However, the creatures on the earth, various animals and plants, became extinct because they did not get enough sunlight.
Seeing this scene, many elders sighed, feeling sorry for the loss of countless lives.
Tyrande explained expressionlessly: "The magic power in the water of Mount Hyjal is increasing faster and faster. This scene will probably happen five thousand years later."
Five thousand years later, Kalimdor has no other life except the creatures living on Nordrassil and the night elves. In the area covered by the World Tree, the land where the sun cannot shine is terrifying.
A dark, cold, and snow-covered world.
Tyrande's brows were tangled, and his face was stern: "This is not the worst situation, the next thing is the most terrible."
Nordrassil produces a large number of fruits rich in magic, and the night elves have no worries about food and clothing, but they also rely more and more on magic. As time goes by, the night elves' body changes.
Because of their obsessive love for magic fruits, curved magic horns gradually grew on their heads to sense the location of the magic fruits. In order to be able to walk through the branches of the World Tree, their transparent magic wings became like bats.
wings, and hooves that are strong and good at running.
Because they only make a living by absorbing magic fruits without eating or digesting them, they gradually lose their five internal organs and their chests become hollow nothingness, used to store large amounts of magic power.
The distorted image of the night elves at this moment was very familiar to the elders present.
The Dread Lord, the Nasrezim clan.
Tyrande looked around at the elders present and said seriously:
"The seeds of the World Tree will eventually cross the ocean, take root in the Eastern Kingdom, and bring the water of Mount Hyjal. Ten thousand years later, we night elves have become the current Dreadlords, with increasingly cruel temperaments and no need for legions.
The invasion of the world has been destroyed, and all the revelations given to us by the Moon God are here."
The elders discussed a lot. They had no doubts about the revelation of the Moon God. The changes in the water of Mount Hyjal and the growth of Nordrassil were all known to the elders and they had been worried about them.
"We must destroy Nordrassil, the world tree, right?" an elder asked.
Tyrande shook his head and said seriously:
"Moon God has told us the answer a long time ago. Nordrassil is different from other world trees. The night elves cannot destroy her. Only the Burning Legion and Archimonde can do it. In order to prevent this tragic future from coming.