The initial purpose of the Worshipers of Elune was to worship the Moon Goddess, gathering like-minded members of their race to better pray to the Moon Goddess.
Its origins predate even the Kaldorei Empire. The leader was not chosen based on strength, but solely on her ability to communicate with the Moon Goddess and receive Her favor and blessings.
Most of the spells cast by the Priestesses were arcane, with a small portion being divine magic channeled through the Moon Goddess' power.
Since their purpose was to serve and worship Elune, the key to succeeding as leader was whether one could gain the Moon Goddess' favor.
At this time, Tyrande was still somewhat green, having not yet experienced the War of the Ancients or the ten thousand years of leading the night elf race. The leadership aura that later developed in her was that of an elegant, noble, yet approachable High Priestess.
Several Priestesses worked together to carry Arthas into the temple. If not for their regular skills training, they likely wouldn't have been able to move such a large man. His weight wasn't excessive, but with his armor, he became very heavy.
Besides Priestesses, the Sisterhood also included archers, huntresses, and warriors. These two groups later formed the Sentinel Army and the Wardens, respectively.
Due to preparations for war, the temple became busy, not only treating wounded civilians but also preparing supplies.
Fortunately, with Tyrande's coordination, everything appeared orderly, and there were few mistakes amidst the haste.
Azshara, without resting, convened a meeting of the nobles to formulate defensive strategies and first evacuate civilians.
Tasks were assigned accordingly: Ravencrest was responsible for leading the Highborne in defensive operations, ensuring the queen's orders were carried out.
The task of contacting the Wild Gods and other races was given to the Worshipers of Elune, as they had better relations with other races, a point Tyrande insisted upon.
At the very least, it would be a case of 'parley before battle'; if they truly proved stubborn, then the problem would be solved by diverting the disaster.
Others were tasked with evacuating civilians, collecting supplies, forging armaments, and managing logistics, personnel treatment, and so on.
Half a day later.
A beam of light shot into the sky; it was the energy emanating from the Well of Eternity. The clouds in the sky were drawn by the light pillar, circling around it, gradually forming a massive cloud vortex.
The light pillar transformed from transparent to a deep, overused black, and then from black to a corrosive, sulfur-smelling green, emanating Fel energy.
Numerous large rocks began to fall from the sky. These were massive Infernal giants, first used to kill enemies through high-altitude impact. The shockwaves generated upon impact could also throw enemies off balance, and weaker ones might even be directly killed by the air blast.
Afterward, the enormous Infernal giants would appear, covered in Fel flames, making close combat impossible. Their inherent meteoric structure also provided great resistance to magic, making them a very troublesome high-tier unit.
Looking at the continuous green fire rain falling from the sky, there must have been thousands of these meteors!
Their number continued to increase, and the range gradually expanded, beginning to spread out from the Well of Eternity as its center.
The Imperial Army had just engaged these Infernal, and a single colossus easily killed two or three soldiers. Enchanted sharp swords struck them but didn't even leave a white mark.
Flesh and blood bodies were simply too disadvantaged against rock bodies. Furthermore, the commander's problem was significant; he didn't know what he was thinking to use soldiers against Infernal.
"Sir, we can no longer use Imperial soldiers to fight these stone constructs. The casualties are too high if we continue like this."
Garrosh was reporting the situation when, on the front line, several night elf warriors were sent flying again. The brutal force even broke their spines, and by the time they fell, they were already lifeless.
Karoson, the commander's adjutant, also knew it was inappropriate, but his noble pride prevented him from backing down. Changing the strategy now would mean admitting he was wrong.
How could a noble make a mistake? Moreover, he was an elegant Highborne, absolutely infallible. The fault lay with the inferior commoners for being ineffective!
"Tell them to keep charging forward, to show courage. These stone monsters are not to be feared."
"Is this how you casually serve as an officer! Garrosh, you truly make me ashamed!"
Arrogant, conceited, and disregardful of the lives of his kinsmen.
"Remember, I am the commander's deputy, a noble captain. You are merely a corporal. What right do you have to lecture me!"
"Now, spread your legs, stand firm, clench your teeth. I'm going to teach you a good lesson, to let you know how to better serve the queen and what the Kaldorei spirit truly is!"
An officer of commoner birth dared to defy his orders!
He must be dealt with, otherwise, what face would he have to command the army?
"You!"
Garrosh was so enraged by the other party's shamelessness that he didn't know what to say. Subordinates obeying superiors, that was the Empire's rule.
Slap!
A slap across the face sent Garrosh staggering. Fortunately, he clenched his teeth, or his teeth would have been knocked out.
Another two slaps and a heavy punch in quick succession made his head ring. The intense pain and dizziness made him unable to support himself, and he collapsed.
"Hmph, if you're not dead, get up. You'll personally lead the charge, or don't blame me for military punishment!"
Karoson chuckled sinisterly. Despite being of the same race, he completely disregarded the lives of his kinsmen, simply to save face.
Garrosh had no choice. To protect the Empire under such an incompetent waste, he either resisted, which would likely result in favoritism for the other, or obeyed orders and went to his death!
The breach opened, and a large number of demons began to pour out. At first, they were just low-tier demons, Imps, single-headed Hellhound, demon soldiers, and so on, but they made up for it in sheer numbers.
It was already difficult enough dealing with these Infernal giants; swords had little effect, and while magical attacks were effective, they weren't overwhelmingly so, causing extreme headaches.
Now, with a large number of demons pouring out, the southern defense line was teetering on the brink of collapse.
Despite the Imperial soldiers' desperate resistance, they were still routed in the face of absolute strength and numbers.
The rout was unstoppable, no matter how much Karoson shouted, it had no effect in the chaotic environment.
Seeing that the tide had turned, with endless demon soldiers charging forward, the ground trembled and shook with their advance.
Cowardice took over his heart, and he no longer cared for anything else, turning to join the fleeing army.
Without a commander, the battlefield situation became even more precarious, and even the supporting Sisterhood of Elune members were encircled.
It's over!
Karoson knew he was finished. If the queen found out that the defense line he commanded couldn't hold for even an hour before being breached, he would surely be executed!
"I must find someone to take the blame, to bear the fault!"
His mind quickly settled on one person: Garrosh, who had defied him earlier. A perfect scapegoat, a commoner with no background, let him be the stepping stone!
If he died for the nobles, the queen would forgive him!
Inside the Moon Temple on Mount Hyjal.
Arthas had a long-lost dream, dreaming of returning to the main timeline, clearing the undead from the Eastweald region, and unifying the entire human kingdom.
He restored the capital of Lordaeron, and amidst flowers and the praises of his people, he smoothly entered the marriage hall with his childhood sweetheart, Jaina. Besides Jaina, his beloved Sylvanas had also returned.
Under the blessing of the azeroth world-soul, they successfully became husband and wife. One was a talented mage with golden-blue eyes and a wisp of snow-white hair, and the other was an heroic and beautiful elven ranger with two pointed, long ears. These two beauties, each governing a region, became his wives.
Perhaps it was the thrill of saving the world and experiencing life and death separations; any request, any position, was met with suppressed shame.
Eventually, the two great beauties had their children, conceiving the crystallization of their love.
As the children were born, his connection with the world seemed to deepen, giving him a sense of satisfaction akin to taking root, sprouting, blossoming, and bearing fruit. He was no longer an outsider, nor a lonely ship drifting without a family harbor.
After absorbing the Fel power, it transformed into a pure attribute. His rapidly increasing attributes had surpassed three thousand points. At this moment, he truly became an existence capable of tearing a ten-meter giant apart with his bare hands.
His wild inner self encountered a gentle, water-like vortex, dissolving the agitated personality brought by the absorbed Fel into a calm, lake-like serenity.
Burning Legion, I'm coming!
He suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the gentle illumination of a beam of light. Under this light, all frantic unease, fear, and confusion vanished, leaving only an extreme, clear tranquility and peace.
Sitting up, he looked around somewhat confused. Where was he?
The surroundings were built from pure white ore, with a slightly darker tint. The room was very simple, without the extravagance of Azshara's palace, and carried a faint, fresh scent.
He moved his hand and discovered an unprecedented flow of power. He felt that he could now directly make Mannoroth howl, with the demon having no chance to fight back. He no longer needed 'foot massages' or 'scraping' damage for endless control; his raw strength alone was enough to defeat and even annihilate him!
His helmet was still there. He seemed to understand that this was bestowed by the rules of time, preventing his true self from appearing in this era.
It avoided being known, and it also seemed to disallow others from knowing.
But he had changed history after all, so would history also change when he returned?
He was a little curious.
However, besides that, his armor was scattered on the floor. What was going on?
He got up and picked up his armor, his gaze subtly sweeping over the scene. Suddenly, he was stunned, standing rooted to the spot like a wooden chicken.
A woman with a Elune tattoo on her face lay beside him. Her dark green, flowing hair was scattered, some strands clinging to the corners of her mouth. There was still some pain between her brows, as if she had experienced something terrible.
Her violet skin was tinged with a rosy blush, elegant and charming, without the vulgarity even a femme fatale might possess.
He looked at the torn Elune robe beside his armor, then at himself. Well, he probably had two more love rivals now.
A soft moan.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes slowly opened. Her luminous sapphire eyes looked at Arthas.
Tyrande silently sat up. There was no scream, no panic, and no desperate wailing. Her expression was as calm as water, without the slightest ripple, as if such a thing happening to her was simply not an issue.
They faced each other in silence, unsure what to say for a moment.
Arthas felt that one shouldn't be too much of a scoundrel. He glanced at the plum blossom mark on the bedsheet and admitted it.
"I can take responsibility."
"No need."
"I must take responsibility!"
Tyrande's luminous eyes fluttered a few times. She seemed to have become stronger than before; previously, she had a hint of youthfulness, but now she had matured considerably.
She gently shook her head, tucking the strands of hair from her mouth behind her ear, revealing an elegance within her sanctity.
"No need. This is Elune's will. I obey the Moon Goddess' will. You don't need to have any thoughts."
Seeing her devout appearance, quiet and emanating a sacred aura under the light pillar, he hadn't expected her to be such a fanatic of the Moon Goddess.
Looking at such a sacred priestess, Arthas' mischievous thoughts resurfaced. He just couldn't stand the women around him worshipping someone else, not even another woman.
"Did the Moon Goddess say you should bear me a child?"
His eyes behind the mask blinked, with a hint of teasing and mischief. How could there be such a request?
Upon hearing this, Tyrande's eyes fluttered a few times, her long eyelashes quivering. She was clearly so angered by his shamelessness that she didn't know what to say.
"I just think you should pray to the Moon Goddess. Perhaps the Moon Goddess also has this intention, you never know."
Arthas nodded in profound agreement. Since it was all nonsense anyway, he might as well be even more absurd.
Since things had already happened, it was only right to leave something behind. So, leaving a child for Tyrande, so she wouldn't be without hope, that would be a very good thing, wouldn't it?
Yes, that's right. Helping others has always been his code of conduct.
Although shameless, doing it really filled him with a sense of accomplishment.
If he can go, so can I!
Involving the Moon Goddess and matters of faith, Tyrande truly dared not neglect it. Without even tidying her clothes, she clasped her hands and knelt down to pray to the Moon Goddess.
Arthas yawned, took food from his backpack, and began to eat. He didn't know why, perhaps because the intense activity had consumed too much energy, but he was very hungry now and wanted to eat.
After a great battle, one always needed to eat something to replenish nutrients, and another arduous battle lay ahead.
Before long, Tyrande opened her eyes, still sacred and pure, like the Moon Goddess' spokesperson in the mortal realm.
"Elune guides me to help you as much as possible. You are the key to ending this war."
Hmm?
That was quite an overestimation of him. How could he possibly resolve these matters?
Onyxia, on the other hand, had already returned to the dragon Isles. She was to gather the dragons, inform them of The Legion's arrival, and also leave a coordinate for Arthas, making it convenient for him to return to the dragon Isles later.
"Elune sees all. If possible, I would even want to worship her."
"You can anytime."
Hearing this, Arthas' expression became a little strange, and he tentatively asked,
"So you can cooperate with me in anything?"
Tyrande nodded, a strange emotion flashing in her eyes as she watched the man devour his food.
"Yes."
"Then let's have a child first, time waits for no one, Tyrande!"
Arthas couldn't hold back anymore; he had to consciously experience what it felt like.