The Night Elves possess three Secret Weapons: Illidan in the Vault of the Wardens, the Satyr Legion led by Xavius, and the Secret Mage Corps.
Illidan was the strongest among them.
Vandel was well aware of the Black Temple's strength; over the years, Illidan had overseen the creation of many Secret Weapons, making it not difficult to defeat the Secret Mage Corps.
However, Illidan chose to remain still, watching helplessly as the tetrahedron in the sky helped the Watchers carve a bloody path through the enemy lines.
Akama panicked. "Lord Illidan, weren't you going to wipe out the Watchers all at once?"
Illidan lamented, "I am also Night Elf; how could I bear to slaughter my own kind?"
Vandel scoffed, "The only people who could remain indifferent to the slaughter of their own kind are probably the Orcs and Draenei."
Akama muttered a few complaints, "The Draenei don't kill their own kind; we're better than the Orcs, aren't we!"
Thinking of the Draenei had been cruelly driven out by Velen, Akama took a few steps back in shame.
Maiev and her three hundred Watchers were about to break through the encirclement, which greatly worried Anachronos.
Anachronos and his companions would certainly not want to miss out on such a momentous event as Illidan capturing Maiev.
I just didn't expect this accident to happen.
If Maiev had truly escaped, history would have been different, and perhaps Illidan wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat at the Black Temple.
Anachronos was so anxious he was tearing his hair apart. "Night Elf! Well, I miscalculated. What do you think we should do?"
Durotan's eyes darted around as he said, "This is Illidan's scheme. He's not targeting Maiev or Akama, but us."
"We're here to find Titans Relics and, incidentally, to uncover the truth of history," Imperator Mar'gok said in a gruff voice. "Are we really here to help Illidan capture Maiev?"
Anachronos smiled wryly, "It seems this is the only way to get history back on track. Velen, what are your thoughts?"
Prophet Velen produced the Skull of Gul'dan: "With this, Illidan already knows our location and can attack us at any time."
Anachronos thought about it and realized he was right, "You mean, Illidan is forcing us to take a stand?"
Prophet Velen nodded. "If we don't capture Maiev, Illidan will be greatly disappointed, and we'll be in danger."
"We can also discard the Skull of Gul'dan," Durotan said with some reluctance. He had only had the Skull of Gul'dan for a short time, but it had already brought him immense benefits.
"As expected of the Prophet Velen, he makes a very good point. Let's make our move then." Anachronos, reluctant to part with Skull of Gul'dan, made his decision.
The Secret Mage Corps killed a large number of Naga, but more Naga surged forward like a tide.
Maiev gripped her blade wheel firmly. As the team's spearhead, she absolutely could not afford to tire, striving to finish off her opponents with minimal effort.
This requires a lot of skill coordination, and Maiev's mind was tightly focused, not daring to relax even for a moment.
They were getting closer, about to break through; blood and sweat streamed down their faces, success was within reach.
Suddenly, an incongruous scene unfolded: an Orcs appeared before him.
The color of his skin proves that he is not one of Illidan's Fel Orcs.
The Orcs was strong and wielded a giant axe, which he swung at Maiev.
The attack was swift and brutal. Maiev hurriedly raised her blade wheel to defend herself, but her arms went numb and she could barely lift them.
Unfortunately, Maiev was too exhausted. If she were in her normal state, Maiev could skillfully dodge and then counterattack.
The Orcs didn't linger in the fight; a slight smile played on his lips as he vanished from the spot.
Before Maiev could catch her breath, a powerful two-headed Ogre appeared before her, raising its staff and casting a spell.
Maiev recognized it as Chain Lightning. If the Watchers were hit, he might not die, but he would certainly be paralyzed for a short time.
Left with no other choice, Maiev could only expend her remaining strength to cast Blink, rushing in front of the Ogre and interrupting the spellcasting.
The Ogre didn't linger in the fight; a flash of golden light and it vanished.
This brief pause was followed by the Naga forces closing in from all sides, and the situation once again became precarious.
The tetrahedron in the air unleashed magic once more, killing a large number of Nagas, but unfortunately, it was not as effective as before.
Even mage units get tired and run out of mana.
Even more terrifying, the Altar atop the mountain unleashed streaks of black Lightning, covering the sky above the Battlefield and devouring the souls of the slain Naga.
This is clearly Burning Legion technology, a device similar to the Forge of Souls. Maiev is actually helping Illidan complete some kind of ritual.
Maiev had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue her breakout attempt.
The three hundred Watchers suddenly froze, as if time had stopped, Maiev coughed up a mouthful of blood in frustration.
What made Maiev even more furious was that the approaching group of Naga was suddenly enveloped in golden Holy Light, making them nearly Invincible for a short period of time.
With a series of unexpected events, the Naga forces have completed their encirclement, leaving the three hundred Watchers as a small boat adrift on endless waves.
Seeing this, the tetrahedron in the air knew that Maiev could not break through and could only fly away quickly.
At the summit, Illidan smiled with satisfaction:
"Our friends have shown their stance, so all my arrangements were worthwhile. It's time to go see my old friends."
After completing the encirclement, the Naga forces retreated, leaving an open area for the Watchers.
Illidan flapped his wings and swooped down from the mountaintop, his enormous membranous wings carrying the howling sound of wind and thunder, like a demon god descending.
Suddenly, Illidan tumbled headfirst into the densely packed Naga army, his head plunging directly into the mud. Dozens of Naga paid the price for this.
"Malfurion's brother, you must have done this on purpose."
He cursed under his breath, and the memories of Tyrande that he carried with him returned to calm. Illidan stood up again and soared into the sky.
Maiev wanted to laugh when she saw Illidan embarrass himself in public, but she couldn't manage to.
Surrounded and having lost all hope, the belief that had sustained her collapsed, and exhaustion and despair overwhelmed her.
Maiev sat wearily on the ground, watching Illidan hovering overhead.
"Maiev, my the Jailer, do you remember how I captured you last time?"
"That's betrayal!" Maiev shouted angrily. "Someone betrayed me, and if I'm not mistaken, it's your beloved woman!"
"Oh! You have no evidence." Illidan grinned. "I felt my victory last time was unfair, so I didn't stop the Broken from letting you go. So, are you convinced of your fate now that you've fallen into my hands?"
A silver rope appeared in Maiev's hand, but it quickly disintegrated. Her strength was nearing its limit, and even with the help of the Moon Goddess's shackles, she was no match for Illidan.
"Surrender, Maiev." Illidan pointed to the Watchers behind Maiev. "Think of your brothers and sisters. I promise I'll treat them well."
"Put down your weapons!" Maiev took the lead and threw away her blade wheel.
The Watchers threw down their weapons, Illidan laughed heartily.
"Maiev, you are now my prisoner. I have prepared a cell for you and your Watchers. Don't worry, I won't be as stingy as you. My cell is comfortable and will ensure your well-being. I will prove to you that you are not a qualified the Jailer."
Then, Illidan looked to the side, where Anachronos and his three companions were hidden in the shadows.
"The Skull of Gul'dan has told me everything. Come out, why don't we talk?"