To launch a rebellion and overthrow the rule of the Temple Suramar City the Temple of the Moon led by Tyrande, Maiev must persuade her brother Jarod Shadowsong, the magistrate of Jarod, who commands a large army.
Suramar City now in chaos, High Archmage Elisande is bewildered. After all, she is a learned Archmage who has just begun to explore the profound Time Domain and is keenly aware that something unusual is happening.
Therefore, Elisande did not step forward to compete with Tyrande for power. She despised these ambitious people who only cared about worldly power and buried herself in finding the reasons and how to protect her people.
At such a critical moment, Jarod, who commands a powerful army, becomes extremely important.
Although they are siblings, rebellion is no small matter. Maiev knows her brother Jarod well. He is brave and resourceful in battle, a rare talent, but he lacks initiative and ambition, and is not someone who can accomplish great things.
Just as Maiev hesitated, a subordinate reported that two Zandalari Trolls Priests had arrived.
The Zandalari Trolls, a bunch of backward and barbaric natives, once wielded the powerful magic of the Well of Eternity. The Night Elf race, at the height of their power, never took them seriously.
Times have changed. In this new era where the Moon Goddess has altered memories, despite the Zandalari Trolls suffering heavy losses in the War of the Ancients, including the death of Emperor Archaeus, the Night Elves suffered even greater losses. The Zandalari Trolls have become a powerful race capable of rivaling the Night Elf race.
Faced with the arrival of two distinguished Troll Priests, Maiev dared not be negligent and immediately received them with the highest honors.
For some reason, Maiev felt a bit awkward, as if she hadn't done it this way before.
"Do we have any connections with the Zandalari Empire?" Maiev asked one of her subordinates.
The subordinate also looked puzzled, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "The Trolls and our Night Elves were originally one family, but we've become estranged over the years. The two races have less contact, all because of that great war back then."
Maiev looked puzzled. "Strange, how did our ancestors defeat the powerful Trolls?"
Robbie and Illidan, disguised as Zandalari Trolls using magic, arrogantly entered the Vault of the Wardens. Robbie stroked his sharp fangs, displaying an extremely haughty attitude.
"We are Priests from the Zandalari Empire, serving the great Troll Death God Bwonsamdi. You lowly Night Elves are honored to witness the glory of a god."
In the War of the Ancients, the Loa suffered heavy losses, and the originally insignificant Bwonsamdi became a veteran figure.
Robbie's rudeness enraged Maiev and her men. The Night Elf race had never been insulted like this before, and they all grabbed at their weapons.
Illidan stepped forward, his hands moving to open a massive Portal.
The dark Portal was filled with the aura of death and a terrifying atmosphere that instilled despair.
A terrifying Blood Moon floated in the sky, and the ground was a vast expanse of corpses and blood. A gigantic monster, composed of countless white bones and as large as a mountain, stared menacingly at the Watchers.
Faced with this terrifying skeletal monster, the Watchers were all terrified, their faces changing color and trembling with fear.
Respect is based on equal strength. Illidan displayed overwhelming power, and the astute Maiev immediately grasped the situation, quickly adopting a fawning expression.
"Honorable Zandalar Priests, the Night Elf race welcome you. We are honored to hear your teachings, great Priests. Greetings to the great Troll Death God Bwonsamdi."
Illidan felt a pang of sadness; in his memory, Maiev was a powerful and agile warrior with immense magical power.
Although she later accepted the power of the Moon Goddess, her sharp eyes remained unchanged. How could she be so easily frightened by such a simple illusion that she lost her composure?
"Hmph, you're smart to know your place."
Under Maiev's respectful guidance, Robbie and Illidan took their seats in the main seats without any ceremony.
Robbie looked at Maiev with disdain, shaking his head and saying:
"The great Death God Bwonsamdi has delivered a divine message: He senses a dark force lurking in the Vault of the Wardens. You Night Elf race are far too weak, unaware of the being you are fighting against. It is the Betrayer from the Burning Legion, plotting to overthrow Azeroth, and I have come to save you."
Maiev was startled upon hearing this, but remained calm and said, "Honorable Emissary, many terrible Demons are imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens, including quite a few officers of the Burning Legion. May I ask which one you are referring to?"
Robbie stared directly at Maiev, Maiev immediately felt uneasy. Robbie's sharp eyes seemed to see right through her.
"Maiev, the Watchers, you know who I'm talking about. I wonder if you had sweet dreams last night? What a pity that you only took one bite of such a rare delicacy."
The other Watchers didn't understand what it meant, Maiev was so frightened she almost lost her composure.
"They know everything—my schemes, my ambitions, my dream of becoming the Night Elf Queen."
Maiev felt a wave of dizziness and only managed to stay upright by gripping the handrail tightly. All her ambitions and dreams had shattered.
"We don't care about, and don't want to, the internal affairs of the Night Elves." Robbie's words reassured Maiev slightly, and then Robbie continued:
"Illidan the Betrayer, he inherited Sargeras's true skills and is most adept at corrupting hearts with insidious magic. Before you are affected by dark magic, we are willing to lend a helping hand to help you resolve this trouble, for the sake of the Night Elf race and for the sake of Azeroth. Maiev, you shouldn't refuse, right?"
Having been caught red-handed, and unable to win a fight, Maiev dared not voice any objections and could only accept reality.
"It is our honor to have the help of the two Priests."
"Very well, Watchers, there's no time to lose; we need to see the Betrayer Illidan immediately."
Inside the cold, dark cell, the monster bound to the pillar stared strangely at the two Trolls.
He sensed something was amiss and felt a slight fluctuation of magical energy. If his injuries were to heal further and he were no longer bound by the Runes of the Moon Goddess, he would surely be able to discover that these two Trolls were in magical disguise.
Robbie's gaze swept over the various torture instruments Maiev had crafted, and he shook his head with a cold laugh:
"Maiev, you've miscalculated. Illidan has received Sargeras's direct instruction and can endure all physical pain. Your instruments of torture are meaningless to him; they'll only give him pleasure."
"This Troll is talking nonsense, what Sargeras's personal disciple?" The monster was completely bewildered.
"Fortunately, the omnipotent Troll Death God Bwonsamdi, saw through everything." Robbie chuckled maliciously. "Maiev, I can teach you some methods that damage the soul. You must trust the power of a god of death."
The monster was terrified, for this was exactly what he feared, and could only look at Maiev pleadingly.
Maiev, who is in dire straits herself, dares to refuse. However, making Illidan submit might not be a bad way to solve the problem, at least Maiev's position can be preserved for now.
Robbie directed the Watchers to carve a few Runes of the Dead onto the stone pillar.
As the power of the Runes circulated, the monster's soul suffered severe damage—the most terrible punishment in the world. It directly harmed the soul, tearing it apart repeatedly before forcibly merging it back together. Finally, the monster lost itself.
"Tell me your name," Robbie asked from the side.
"Who am I? I can't remember." The monster's eyes were filled with confusion.
"You are Illidan Stormrage," Robbie said.
"Yes, I am Illidan Stormrage."
He forgot everything, but kept the name of his enemy firmly in his heart:
Bwonsamdi.