Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 779: 35. Promotion at Night (Part 2)

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The night elves' faith in the moon **** Elune already existed when this race appeared.

Although the night elves disagreed, according to the literature kept in the oldest troll temple, a fierce dark troll clan migrated to the mysterious eternity before 15,000 years ago In the mountains near the well, the form of this dark troll changed due to the magic of the Well of Eternity.

The liquid flowing from the ancient and sacred well water seems to have inherited the will of some mysterious existence, and according to the plan of that great existence, shaped this dark troll into what she wanted.

Those dark trolls who reshaped their bodies became beautiful and slender. Under the guidance of eternal well water, they had a new civilization system and new faith, and built a great empire.

This is the description of the trolls about the origin of the night elves. Considering that this document is written by the most intelligent and most knowledgeable Zandalari troll priests in the troll clan, the credibility is very high Yes, however, the elves are reluctant to admit that they have evolved from barbaric trolls. In their hearts, they are more willing to believe that the moon **** Elune personally shaped the first elf...

In short, it was because of the contact with the Well of Eternity that the elves worshipped the moon **** Elune. In this original worship, the elves thought that the silver moon in the night of Azeroth was the incarnation of Elune. She always pays attention to this world, and the night elves are the family of the moon **** Elune.

All omnipotent observers know that the Well of Eternity is the wound of Titan’s Spirit Elune born from Azeroth. It is Elune’s most sacred blood flowing out of the well.

So... the night elves claiming to be the moon **** clan is not a boast, this is a fact, however... compared to other Titan clan clan, the development of the night elf civilization can't make the spirit of the Titan Elune feel To satisfaction.

The spirit of the world corrupted by the ancient gods desperately wants to get rid of this disgusting sore pack, but the night elves are unaware of this. The first ancient **** "Kshun" who was "removed" was still Tyrion only gave Elune a touch of freedom that he hadn't had in a thousand years. That is, since then, the relationship between Elune and Tyrion has become closer.

Although there is not much communication between the two... but at least Tyrion wants to punish the night elves, Elune knows and is acquiesced.

No one knows the idea of ​​the spirit of the world, but at least in Tyrion, Elune sees a hope... a method that can be called cruel, but very effective hope.

At the dawn of Mount Hyjal, when the first ray of sunlight dispelled the dark moment, the painful Illidan stumbled into the uninhabited village of Mount Hyjal with a terribly wounded Tyrande, Blood continually flows down from Illidan's wounds. He is now very weak. As the demon hunter, several demon souls sealed in 10,000 years have been violently dispelled by Tyrion, making Illidan enter a kind of "Extremely empty" state.

But he couldn't stop, and his brother Malfurion's opportunity for his life and Tyrande could not be wasted.

"Moonwell...Hold on! Tyrande!"

Illidan staggered and held the unconscious Tyrande near the moon well in the center of the village. It was the ritual place used by the lunar priests to communicate with Elune. This well water filled with the power of the moon **** has a magical effect. Not only can heal the pain, but also heals the pain in the hearts of the elves. The lunar priests declare that this is the blessing of the lunar god, and the moon well is also a sacred object in the hearts of the night elves.

Tyrande was pierced with a sword by Tyrion. She now desperately needs the Moon Well to heal her pain, but the Moon Well under the World Tree has already been destroyed or contaminated by the battle between Queen Azshara and Tyrion The Moon Well here is the one closest to the two fugitives, and is where Illidan must bring Tyrande. Compared to his weakness, Tyrande’s injury is obviously more serious and must be treated.

"Wow"

Illidan embraced the unconscious, Tyrande, who was stained with blood, into the pool of silver light, and the extremely weak demon hunter put Tyrande in a gentle gesture. In the pool of water, and then climbed out of the activated moon well, this is a small moon well, and its healing power is not enough to support two seriously injured people.

In this case, Illidan, who had a deep affection for Tyrande, naturally left the chance of healing to Tyrande, but he was also seriously injured and fell when he turned out of the moon well. The dark walker groaned with pain and lowness. The pain in his body that forcibly stripped the demon's soul broke out at this moment. The pain in the body made Illidan's head twisted and he was comatose.

In the well water shining with a gentle silvery light, the cold and well-contained moon well water washed away the wounds on Tyrande’s body with a gentle posture, and the moon’s sacrifice to the weak soul was based on the sacred well Water as a medium has penetrated into a higher space.

It was a world shrouded in silver sand moonlight. Tyrande opened her eyes blankly. She looked at the halo-filled space. At this moment, she felt the long-lost comfort in her heart. We disconnected the lunar **** power for several months. During which time, Elune no longer responded to the prayers of the lunar priests. Some priests with weak hearts even felt abandoned.

In the painful perception of being abandoned by the gods, many sincere priests are crazy, and many people have left Mount Hyjal, but the news is blocked by the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande and other high-level priests believe that The spread of such news will have a terrible impact on civilians.

However, at this moment when the Kadore civilization was hit hard, Tyrande once again sensed the existence of the moon **** Elune, but witnessed the burning of the world tree and witnessed his clan rushed out of **** After the **** of death snatched the soul and witnessed the terrible scene where his husband was killed by the **** demon, Tyrande no longer had the luck of recovering the faith in her heart. On the contrary, her beautiful eyes sparkled with anger.

"why!"

Tyrande raised her head, and she stood up weakly from the ground glowing with silver halo. For the first time, she was so rude, and she looked up so insincerely, looking directly at the sky hanging in the sky of the lunar kingdom In a round of silver moonlight, she clenched her fists and shouted loudly like an angry female beast:

"Why! Elune, your people are suffering from a painful war, why don’t you respond to us when we need you most! Why should you...abandon us! Why should your people suffer like this Disaster? Why!"

At this moment, Tyrande is suffering. This pain comes not only from the grief of losing loved ones and loved ones, but also from the anger of witnessing the people’s suffering and helplessness. As a ruler, she is eager to protect her people. She has been doing this for 10,000 years. However, in this disaster accompanied by death, she has no way to protect the people...

She lost them.

More importantly, as the gods of all energy and sincere belief, Elune's indifference to this has made Tyrande have a feeling of betrayal.

Facing the questions of their followers, the gentle light of the moonlight shone on Tyrande's body, as if responding to Tyrande's question.

"Tyrand. Whisper..."

The calm voice that sounded in Tyrande's heart made the Luna priest's eyes widen. In the more than 10,000 years since she became the priest of the Luna, she has never heard Elune's voice so clearly. To be precise, this is her first conversation with her own god.

"You asked me why I abandoned the people who believed in me at this moment, and I never abandoned you... However, Tyrande, I am not a god, and I am not as merciful as in the sacred stories you wrote for me. The important thing is... Tyrande, the patriarch I personally selected, what I need...not your sincerity!"

"Faith is meaningless to me...Faith is not my purpose to shape you fifteen thousand years ago, and having a group of sincere worshippers 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...disappointed me."

Huang Zhongda’s voice echoed in Tyrande’s heart, and listening to the deity’s will should make all believers honoured, but the derogation of the whole people by the deity is not only a priest but also a ruler. For Tyrande, it only made her feel very dazed.

"Do you think you are right? No... you are wrong! And this is the price of error!"

Tyrion's words to her when she pierced her body came to mind, and Tyrande subconsciously grabbed her hair. She uttered a scream:

"No! You are with him! The gods I believe in and the devil who destroys my people are a group! No! No!!!"

"clam down!"

Elune’s cold voice passed into Tyrande’s heart, and the power of the moon **** made the heart fall into chaos. The sacrifice of the moon **** was forcibly calmed down. Tyrande looked at it with a sorrowful eyes. The moon halo above the head, the scene that should make people sincerely worship, at this moment seemed to become pale and cold, just like the feeling of death.

The firm belief she built over ten thousand years... collapsed.

"Tirion and his death are just a manifestation of my disappointment with you. This does not mean that I have lost faith in you. Tyrande and Cadore are after all shaped by me. You are a family of Titans. Not a believer in a hypothetical god, and you, you are the leader of the Titan clan I chose. Believe me, this identity is more noble than the sacrifice of the moon god..."

"I, born in the stars... Titan, this is my race, I should have been guarded by the guardians of my family in Azeroth, to prevent me from being eroded by darkness while growing up, However, those guardians have failed... I have witnessed their failure, and I have lost the protective power. I can only create a power to protect the world for myself..."

"That's you, the elves of Kadore, I gave you a strong body with my blood, gave you enough wisdom, gave you endless potential, gave you a prosperous future... Unfortunately, you abandoned After all this, and then make my meaningless belief as the center of gravity of your life..."

"I have witnessed the scene where the upper elves were seduced by the dark Titan. At that moment, I was disappointed for the first time with you. However, your presence saved the world and also evoked my confidence in you. I used to think that in you Under the leadership of Tyrande, the Kadore Elves can trace their roots and truly become the guardians and warriors I need, however...you once again let me down."

"My companions, the last guardian left by the Titans of the Pantheon, the guardian dragons gave you the power you should not have in the wrong way. Eternal life trapped you like a quagmire and inspired your heart. The desire to weaken your mind for exploring and changing the world, protecting the world, and keeping you safe."

"Every time I see you spending a lot of money to build a temple for me, I want to wake you up...I even thought of abandoning you, but I can't! The well of eternity has disappeared, and I can no longer shape with my own blood Out of another guardian family, I can only hope that you will recall your mission at a certain moment... and I waited for 10,000 years!"

"I'm completely disappointed, Tyrande, so disaster strikes...I'm not punishing you, I just borrow Tyrion's hand to remove the shackles from you... to make you more pure and become what I need ...warrior!"

Elune’s complaint left Tyrande in a daze. There is no doubt that what Elune said is something that Tyrande never understood and never thought of. She never doubted the legitimacy of her faith. She I have never doubted what such a belief means to my gods.

As one wise observer commented:

The mortals always think that their sincerity is the best sacrifice dedicated to the gods, but they don’t know that the real gods don’t care about them at all. Maybe they want to see the good deeds made by mortals because of their faith, the heroes who can change the world. Behavior, not sincere faith itself, is meaningless.

And now, in her communication with her gods, Tyrande knows what the gods want them to do, and for these, Tyrande still has the biggest question in her heart:

"If this is your question, why, have you never told me?"

Tyrande's question made Elune silent for a moment, then a helpless sigh:

"I told you ten thousand years ago...The tears of Elune are an extension of all my thoughts in this world. If you are willing to listen, you will naturally hear my whispers to you, however, sincere believers We just used it as a god-given thing, kept it in the majestic and exquisite Moon Temple, and worshiped it every day, but never really listened to it..."

"Faith...Tyland, faith makes you firm, but it also confuses your eyes, blocks your ears, blocks your mind... I don’t need it, what I value is that you are The things I do, and what I yearn for is the things I need you to do for me..."

"Go, Tyrande, ten thousand times of sincere chanting, and you can't kill an ancient believer for me..."

"Go, under the moonlight, bravely undertake your mission! Don't indulge in useless faith anymore."

"Go, put on your warfare, and turn my clan into a warrior who really guards this world!"

"I watched you, Tyrande Whisperwind, and I warned you...and this is the last time..."

"Go!"

"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, a kiss representing mission and blessing fell on her forehead, and the next moment, in the cold moonwell water, Tyran De suddenly opened his eyes.

She struggled to get up from the moon experience. She looked at Illidan, who was comatose next to her. She looked blankly at the devastated battlefield in front of her. After a moment, Tyrande sighed.

She reached out her hand and took off all the religious decorations that represented the high priest of Luna, and tossed the ornaments that represented her identity aside. She tore the decorative shoulder armor on her shoulder and cut her long hair. Roughly tie it into a single pony tail, and then tear apart the gorgeous and useless tulle skirt on the body, leaving only the silver armor, making this armor skirt like the armor of the warriors.

After doing all this, Tyrande knelt in the cold moon well sincerely, as she once bowed her head, chanting loudly with a hoarse voice containing pain and anger:

"Elune! We follow you, we dedicate our faith to you, we made mistakes, and the pain and disaster awakened us."

"I have been serving you for nearly ten thousand years, but tonight, I no longer come as a maid, nun or even a priest..."

"Starting today, please give me mission and justice..."

"I use ancient words to evoke your most ruthless moon phase!"

"With the rest of my life, with this trivial tribute, I beg to put on the darkest form of warfare you gave me!"

"Please give me... the power of revenge and war!"

"Please make me a ruthless warrior of the dark night! Please make me your sharpest...Battle knife!"

"Wow"

In Tyrande's roaring recitation, in the halo of the dawn of Mount Hyjal, a clear dark moon light dispelled the most dazzling sun, so that the entire world's sky was transformed into stars at this moment The swaying starry sky makes the whole world uproar.

Cadore... dark night.

The civilization of the Titan family will never collapse, it will draw strength in the disaster, and then turn into a butterfly, then...promote!

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