"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.
Chapter completed!