Azeroth: I Am Really Not the Number One Traitor.

Ishlandi, who traveled through time and became an upper elf, is standing at the crossroads of destiny. Good news: As the Grand Magister of the Kaldorei Empire, he has noble blood, pure magic power, long lifespan and arcane wisdom. He is a proper nobleman. Bad news: The War of the Ancients is long over, and the Empire has fallen. He was exiled along with all his kindred, and drifted on a boat while suffering from the torment of magic addiction, heading to a place that was not marked on the map - the Eastern Continent. But Ishlandi knows that time is the most precious bargaining chip, and blank space often means infinite possibilities. He involved all parties, established a country in the Broken Islands, and became the "Dark Moon King" hidden behind the scenes by the elves; he explored the essence of the Force, created extraordinary sequences, and established the world's dark side shadow network; he played chess on the back of time and space, transcending time itself step by step, and walked towards his own throne... Until this day, the warden Maiev Shadowsong put the ring blade in front of his throat: "You colluded with demons, had an affair with ancient gods, and desecrated life together with Deathwing... Every one of your crimes is enough to rot in the dungeon for thousands of years." However, Isulandi slowly raised his head, and a darkly glowing Moon God mark appeared on his forehead: "Blasphemer? Maybe. But I am the Moon-Night Wargod - who else but Elune has the right to judge me?" "What's more, I swear in the name of Elune! I have saved this world countless times..." Maiev was confused: "How did you do it?" "Relying on my strong will——" "Give up on destroying the world." Ishlandi Darkmoon said so