Velen and Khadgar exchanged a glance, secretly pleased with themselves. Sylvanas was still young; she'd fallen for their tricks so easily. Prophet Velen feigned a final struggle, earnestly trying to persuade her:
"Sylvanas, everything we do is for Azeroth. We Draenei have an old saying: 'Sacrifice your family for the greater good.' Forsake your personal interests for the glory of the collective. The safety of Azeroth is above all else. Why can't you give up your mere power and status?"
Khadgar chimed in, Justice declaring, "The world's splendor is fleeting, all power and status will vanish with the wind. Only by Consecration oneself to Azeroth will one leave behind a glorious and great image. I, Khadgar, have already seen through all power; I fight only for Azeroth."
"That sounds wonderful. No wonder you're Medivh's disciple; you've truly inherited the Guardian's skills."
Sylvanas stood up, smiling as she stared at Khadgar.
"I eagerly await your Consecration, Khadgar. If you dare utter another word, I will kill you and turn you into Undead, so that your soul may suffer eternally in the Fel Fire. I mean what I say."
Khadgar was startled and immediately shut his mouth, not daring to utter another word.
Velen shook his head, his face filled with sorrow. "Sylvanas, since you insist, we will not disturb you any longer. I hope you can repent. Illidan is the Savior of Azeroth. This is the guidance of the Holy Light, the inevitability of Destiny. No one can stop this unstoppable trend."
Since they were on Sylvanas's territory, Velen and Khadgar didn't dare to provoke Sylvanas too much. This crazy woman was capable of anything, so the two quickly took their leave.
High Archmage Antonidas had witnessed everything. After Khadgar and Velen left, he approached them and said, "Your Majesty, Khadgar and Velen came prepared. They deliberately provoked you, probably to use you."
Sylvanas smiled faintly; the anger of moments before had long since vanished.
"They're just two clowns from Darkmoon Faire. I know their purpose; they're just cooperating on purpose. I just want to tell the mastermind behind this that you can't expect two clowns to accomplish anything. If you have any issues, come talk to me directly. In the Azeroth Continent, I, Sylvanas, have the final say."
Antonidas's heart sank. Sylvanas was indeed insane. Velen had already revealed enough information. The one orchestrating this conspiracy was the Army of the Light, a powerful Army of the Light that Sylvanas, a local bully, could not contend with.
There are only two possible outcomes to a hardline resistance: first, being forcibly coerced or even annihilated by the Army of the Light.
Alternatively, the Army of the Light might be unwilling to pay too high a price to abandon Khadgar and Velen, and instead cooperate directly with Sylvanas, thus giving her the initiative and allowing her to secure the greatest benefits.
Regardless, this was a high-stakes gamble that risked everything. If it were Antonidas, he would have handled it more conservatively. Perhaps that's the allure of the Dark Lady.
As the saying goes, "the enemy is among us, and we are among the enemy," Sylvanas could never have imagined that right there in Theramore, a spy from the Alliance was lurking right beside her, who happened to be the very royal guard who had just served her tea and water.
Don't assume that the Undead won't produce the Betrayer; it all depends on both sides' understanding of dark magic.
Sylvanas styled herself the Dark Lady, believing that after the fall of the Lich King Arthas, no one in Azeroth could rival her dark magic. But she forgot about Archmage Kel'Thuzad, who, under Kel'Thuzad's more sophisticated manipulation of dark magic, successfully planted spies among the most loyal royal guards of Undercity.
These Undead spies are not accountable to SI:7; they are loyal only to Kel'Thuzad.
Every word and every detail about the negotiation, including the conversation between Sylvanas and Antonidas after the negotiation, was swiftly delivered to Kel'Thuzad through magic.
"The Army of the Light wants to resurrect Illidan and mold him into the Savior of Azeroth. Something big is about to happen." Kel'Thuzad realized something unusual was amiss.
The news quickly reached Robbie.
Robbie and the Black Cat are still monitoring the duo of Aman'Thul and Xal'atath, who now reside near Suramar City and are in contact with the Withered in the surrounding area.
Aman'Thul trained a large group of Withered, seemingly intending to use Withered in battle, but even with the wisdom of the Titans, he could not mold the Withered into an army capable of conquering Suramar City.
When Robbie received Kel'Thuzad's intelligence, and combined it with Khadgar's previous visit to Prophet Velen, Robbie realized that the Mother of Holy Light Xe'ra, had entered Azeroth and was operating secretly through Khadgar.
Robbie for a while, then said to the Black Cat, "I think it's necessary to meet with the High Archmage Elisande."
The Black Cat hesitated for a moment. "This is pointless. Can Elisande possibly stop Illidan's path to Savior?"
"It could at least cause some trouble," Robbie analyzed. "Elisande has lived for over ten thousand years and possesses the Eye of Aman'Thul; I think she should be able to make a wise choice."
Now that Gul'dan is dead and the Burning Legion is silent, it's unknown what kind of future Elisande can see in the Eye of Aman'Thul, and what choices she will make.
Robbie believes that having someone like Elisande prepared in advance might actually turn the tide.
Robbie entered Suramar City as an Alliance courier. Compared to other major cities in Azeroth, the magnificent Suramar City truly deserves to be called the jewel of the Nightborne.
But compared to the magnificent Suramar City ten thousand years ago, it was practically a Lower City.
Robbie recalled the Suramar City ten thousand years ago and compared it to the present, feeling a pang of sadness.
For ten thousand years, the Night Elves have had no shortage of magic; the magic of the Well of Eternity created everything needed for life. But now, magic has become a scarce and essential resource in Suramar City.
The Nightwell provides Suramar City with the Arcane energy it needs for survival, but due to the vast disparity between the rich and the poor, it cannot be distributed fairly. Many Nightborne have lost their minds and become Withered because they cannot obtain enough magic.
From this perspective, although High Archmage Elisande possessed great strength and should have been quite intelligent, her rule was not particularly effective, and she made the same mistakes that all feudal emperors made.
If Elf has lived for ten thousand years does not know how to adapt or reform, then his wisdom is nothing more than this.
The progress of social civilization lies in the constant denial of predecessors. Elisande is immortal for ten thousand years, and who dares to deny her? She is the culprit of the current Suramar City. From this perspective, immortality is a sin.
Elisande soon met Robbie, and when she saw Robbie, she was slightly taken aback:
"Have we met before?" Elisande asked, looking puzzled.
Robbie thought to himself, "We met ten thousand years ago, but I'm afraid you don't remember."
"High Archmage, I am but a human being, and in my limited life, I have never had the honor of meeting you," Robbie said solemnly.