Tyrande was bitten; half of her forearm disappeared into Broxigar's terrifying jaws.
Broxigar chewed on Tyrande's arm with all his might, as if he were chewing on a bamboo shoot, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, accompanied by Evil and insane smile.
Tyrande turned pale and nearly fainted from the pain.
When Tyrande was healing Broxigar, she was a Vessel, a tool to channel the power of the Moon Goddess, a state in which she lacked defensive capabilities.
Normally, the magic of the Well of Eternity protects the Night Elf race, defending them against common attacks such as claw strikes and bites.
Unfortunately, Tyrande is a priestess of the Moon Goddess, Vessel has its limits. The more power of the Moon Goddess she contains, the less magic she receives from the Well of Eternity.
As the most revered priestess of the Temple of the Moon and the most devout follower of the Moon Goddess, Tyrande has almost lost the magical protection of the Well of Eternity. Without the protection of the Moon Goddess's power, her body is extremely fragile.
When Tyrande let out a scream, Illidan reacted immediately, shoving Xavius aside and rushing over in one stride.
"You beast, you're asking for death."
Looking at Tyrande's mangled, jagged right arm, Illidan felt a pang of heartache. His anger flared up, his eyes widened, and he raised his fist, striking Broxigar's head with all his might.
Tyrande knew very well how terrifying Illidan was when enraged; even a fully grown Dragon couldn't withstand a single blow, and he could reduce Broxigar to ashes with just one punch.
Illidan's attack was not only terrifying in strength, but also possessed powerful magic from the Well of Eternity, enough to vaporize Orcs.
Even in this moment, the devout Tyrande did not forget the Moon Goddess's command. She endured the pain, abruptly stood up, and roared:
"Illidan, you barbarian, stop now!"
The powerful energy of the Moon Goddess descended from the sky, forming a silver barrier that blocked Illidan's attack. Illidan's fist struck the Moon Goddess's barrier.
With a deafening roar, the Moon Goddess Barrier trembled violently, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.
Illidan's power was terrifying. Tyrande chanted devoutly, "Beautiful Moon Goddess, grant me strength to protect the kind and merciful divine Emissary and punish this barbarian Illidan."
An even stronger power of the Moon Goddess surged forth, forming an indestructible shield that protected Tyrande and Broxigar. Illidan roared in anger, but unfortunately, he was ultimately just a mortal and could not contend with the Moon Goddess.
Countless rays of light descended from the sky, striking Illidan. Even Illidan could not withstand the attack of the meteor shower and had to dodge this terrifying power.
Tyrande finally breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly, a jolt went through her as she realized she had overlooked something.
Broxigar, his eyes bloodshot, lunged at Tyrande from behind and bit down on her neck, nearly severing her head. Tyrande had a way to defend herself against Broxigar, but she had to pray to the Moon Goddess, though she was now unable to make a sound.
Broxigar opened his gaping maw, his sharp teeth tearing at Tyrande's delicate body.
"No, no, let go of Tyrande."
Illidan's eyes were bloodshot, and he cried out in desperation. Ignoring the meteor shower, he attacked the Moon Goddess's shield with all his might.
Tyrande was on the verge of collapse. Her stomach had been torn open, her intestines spilling out onto the ground, and her face had been pierced by the Orcs's fangs, half of her face skin being torn off, leaving a bloody mess. Her right eye socket was empty, and her eyeball had entered Broxigar's abdomen.
"Quick, come help!" Illidan shouted anxiously.
Looking at Tyrande, who was being brutally torn apart by the Orcs, Rhonin felt uneasy and realized that he had gone too far.
He only wanted to get revenge on Tyrande and make her realize Broxigar's true colors; he didn't intend to escalate the situation.
In Rhonin's memory, the Night Elves of this era were incredibly powerful; even a random child could defeat Broxigar.
Rhonin felt that Tyrande, as an adult and holding such an important position as the Priestess of the Moon Goddess, should be quite powerful and should be able to knock out a few of Broxigar's teeth.
If Tyrande really dies here
Rhonin was terrified. He didn't know what would happen in history without Tyrande, and rushed forward:
"Illidan, don't rush, watch me."
Rhonin chanted an incantation and cast a very simple spell.
Beneath the Moon Goddess's protective shield, the soil parted to the sides, revealing a large hole.
Illidan was too hasty, focusing only on attacking the seemingly indestructible Moon Goddess Barrier, forgetting that the soil beneath the barrier was the easiest area to traverse.
In the nick of time, Illidan didn't have time to thank Rhonin. He rushed into the cave and snatched Tyrande from Broxigar's arms.
Tyrande was like a broken rag doll, her eyes closed, almost on the verge of death.
"Damn Orcs, die!"
Illidan raised his fist and slammed it down on Broxigar.
"Stop! Let go of that Orcs!" A clear, sweet voice rang out as Illidan's fist struck the Moon Goddess Barrier. Moon Goddess barrier shattered, but it successfully blocked most of Illidan's power.
Even so, the little magic that pierced through the Moon Goddess's barrier still shattered Broxigar's bones, sending him flying like a broken scarecrow.
Illidan gently embraced Tyrande, healing her wounds with magic as he rushed forward to end the life of the wretched Orcs.
A faint silver halo suddenly enveloped Broxigar, like a protective armor shielding the Orcs's heavily wounded body, or like a thin, sandy silver cloak.
"Damn it, the Veil of the Moon Goddess."
Illidan had no choice but to stop. He knew very well that the silver halo was indestructible, and it was said that even Queen Azshara was helpless against it.
The Moon Goddess does not easily bestow such power unless it is used to protect someone important.
Maiev Shadowsong, leading a pair of Moon Goddess priests, arrived just in time; without a doubt, this was all arranged by the Moon Goddess.
High Priestess Maiev Shadowsong stood in front of Illidan. Her face was not beautiful, but she had an unyielding stubbornness that even Illidan feared.
The Moon Goddess priests protected Broxigar, Illidan helpless. The Moon Goddess's oracles were always mysterious and unpredictable, which was why Illidan was unwilling to accept the Moon Goddess's faith.
"Illidan, look what you've done! You actually harmed a noble Emissary!" Maiev glared at Illidan, her stubborn expression suggesting she was always on the side of Justice.
"A savage Orcs is also Emissary? How laughable!" Illidan looked at Tyrande in his arms with heartache. "Look at the torment your Priestess has suffered. Is this the work of an Emissary?"
Maiev gritted her teeth in hatred and said sternly:
"Illidan, how dare you doubt the Moon Goddess! This is blasphemy against Moon Goddess! You are a sinner! I demand that you go to the Moon Goddess's Temple of the Moon to repent and beg for her forgiveness. Otherwise, I will expel you on behalf of the Temple of the Moon."
Illidan was startled; he hadn't expected things to be so serious.
Expulsion means leaving one's people, being forced to leave one's homeland, and never having a home again—a punishment that no Night Elf would want to accept.
Maiev proudly raised her head and ordered, "Take our esteemed Emissary to the Temple of the Moon Goddess, and also our High Priestess, to receive the Moon Goddess's healing."
Looking at Tyrande, who was unconscious and covered in blood, a strange light flashed in Maiev's blue eyes.
In the Temple of the Moon, Maiev's status is second only to Tyrande.