Ten thousand years ago, the Sundering. Under the magical influence of the Elune, Elisande forgot a great deal of magic and memories. All that remained was perhaps pride. A slight smirk played on her lips as she looked at Robbie with disdain.
"That's true. How could I possibly have any interaction with an ordinary human? It's impossible. In the past ten thousand years, I've witnessed the rise and fall of too many civilizations, each as fleeting as a candle. Humanity wouldn't be any different."
Robbie frowned upon hearing this. True to her title as Azeroth's premier verbal queen, she directly mocked the entire race. "Can't we have a proper conversation?"
Knowing Elisande's temperament, Robbie decided not to argue with her and stepped forward, saying:
"High Archmage, we are actually seeking cooperation. Now that Sylvanas controls the Iron Horde, she wants to become the Queen of Azeroth. I think Suramar City should also make preparations as soon as possible."
Elisande raised an eyebrow and said confidently, "As long as I'm here, Suramar City is safe. Besides, even if the Nightborne seek allies, I will only choose the Horde. This has nothing to do with humans; it's simply because I hate Tyrande. That woman has ruined our Night Elf race; it's because of her that the Night Elf race is torn apart."
Robbie wanted to try and secure the Nightborne alliance, but seeing Elisande's uncompromising attitude, he figured it was out of the question. Remembering his purpose, Robbie said, "High Archmage, I think you should know that there's an organization of Withered Suramar City."
Elisande smiled dismissively.
"Yes, I knew it all along. What kind of trouble could a bunch of Withered possibly cause? Could they possibly break through the solid shield protecting Suramar City? I don't want to cause panic in Suramar City. If that's what you came for, you'll be disappointed. I appreciate your kind reminder, and you can leave now."
This woman will pay the price for her pride sooner or later.
Robbie cautioned, "High Archmage, what would you think if I told you that Illidan Stormrage and a mysterious woman were the Withered?"
"Illidan, isn't he already...?" Elisande understood instantly, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. That's right, the news of Illidan's death was unreliable. Who knew if it was Tyrande's conspiracy?
"Even if Illidan were to stop the Withered, it would be futile in my eyes." Elisande proudly raised her head. "I am not Kaldorei has abandoned magic; I possess powerful magic and have nothing to fear."
This woman was completely consumed by pride, blind to the upheavals in the outside world. Robbie, his expression unchanged, continued to remind her, "Elisande, Illidan alone can't pose a threat to Suramar City, but what if Tyrande and Sylvanas join forces? How will you fight them?"
Elisande looked puzzled. "What reason would the Alliance and the Horde have to join forces?"
"Reason?" Robbie chuckled. "Look at those Withered. They are all Nightborne, your people, yet you let them wander the wilderness to die. Isn't that reason enough?"
Elisande's sarcasm intensified:
"Interesting, you're mocking me now. Do you think the Alliance and Horde are doing any better than me? Take your Kingdom of Stormwind, for example. Countless exorbitant taxes suffocate the people. Years of war and tyrannical exploitation have left countless families destitute. Remember the invasion of Northrend and the war against Arthas? Countless families in Kingdom of Stormwind went bankrupt, and countless people became refugees. And what did you do then?"
"Well said," Robbie nodded in agreement. "But Kingdom of Stormwind doesn't have the Eye of Aman'Thul."
Upon hearing the name of this artifact, Elisande finally showed a solemn expression Withered, the ineffective rule, or the collusion with the Burning Legion were all just excuses.
The real purpose was for this divine artifact.
Elisande's eyes flickered, and she suddenly asked, "Human emissary, what is your name?"
"Robbie Capor."
"We must have met," Elisande said with certainty.
Elisande acted swiftly, and the next day, led by Elisande, a large Nightborne stormed out of Suramar City and headed straight for Aman'Thul and Xal'atath's hideout.
The Nightborne's operations require the support of the Nightwell's magic, especially Elisande, who cannot easily stray from his source of magic. The Nightborne had a plan: they erected several magical towers in Suramar City and at the hideouts of the Withered, using refraction to transmit the Nightwell's magic.
Aman'Thul never dreamed that Elisande would break out of Suramar City. The Withered were still in training, were unable to withstand the Nightborne's attack and were quickly annihilated.
Seeing his hard work go to waste, Aman'Thul looked utterly bewildered.
"This was not part of my calculations. Why would Elisande harbor murderous intent towards a group of harmless Withered?"
Training the Withered is a necessary step. With the pretext of the Withered uprising, we can legitimately unite the forces of the Alliance and the Horde to conquer Suramar City, kill the Evil High Archmage Elisande, and use the opportunity to enhance Illidan's reputation Savior, while also reclaiming the Eye of Aman'Thul.
The Withered have been eliminated, and the evidence and excuses are gone.
"Illidan Stormrage, come out here! You bunch of monkeys hiding in the forest, how dare you challenge my authority!" Elisande's voice echoed throughout every corner of the Battlefield.
Aman'Thul was even more puzzled. How could Elisande know that Illidan Stormrage was still alive? Someone must have leaked the information.
Xal'atath scoffed, "It seems even the Titans can't predict everything."
The plan has failed. Aman'Thul hardened his heart and sneered:
"Interesting. All the scheming and plotting can't compare to simple and brutal overwhelming power. This mere Elisande dares to challenge me. I'll show her the majesty of a Titans."
Aman'Thul, wielding two Warglaive and radiating an aura of Fel, burst forth from the Withered training base. He flapped his tattered Demons wings, soaring through the air and looking down upon the Nightborne forces.
Elisande frowned slightly. Although she had never seen Illidan before, this Demons form was exactly as described in the rumors. It must be Illidan. Elisande roared angrily, "Illidan, it really is you!"
"Ha ha!" Aman'Thul laughed maliciously from mid-air, "High Archmage Elisande, you will pay the price for your pride. Look me in the eye!"
Countless Eye Beams descended from the sky like a green storm, and large swaths of Fel Flames quickly ignited on the ground. Nightborne came into contact with even a little of this flame would be engulfed in flames and plunged into endless agony. The Nightborne forces were quickly reduced to half casualties, and the rest scattered and fled.
Elisande was horrified. Her troops were routed in a single encounter. She had made a prediction through Aman'Thul before coming, but she had not foreseen this terrible outcome.
With such terrifying power, who could possibly be Illidan's match?
Elisande's pride finally wavered, and she became insecure. But in this situation, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and face Illidan head-on.