Oh! Oh! Oh!
Seeing Elisande fall into Aman'Thul's hands and be in imminent danger, the Black Cat cried out repeatedly, "Elisande cannot die yet! Her time has not come! Robbie, go and defeat this fake Illidan and rescue Elisande!"
"You want me to defeat a Titans?" Robbie shook his head repeatedly. There was no hope of victory; going up there would only be suicide.
"It's alright. As I said, after billions of years, the Titans are long outdated. We just don't yet have a way to deal with their immortal spirits. Defeating them is a piece of cake."
The Black Cat spat out a golden disc from its mouth and handed it to Robbie: "Hold this disc in your hand, and you can defeat Aman'Thul without revealing your identity."
Robbie took the disc with suspicion and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, he felt himself change. A thick suit of armor enveloped him, a sharp spinning blade appeared in his hand, and his body suddenly grew taller.
Night Elf race are taller than humans, Robbie has now transformed into a Night Elf woman.
"That physique, that armor, it's clearly Maiev the Watchers."
At the same time, a strange power enveloped his entire body.
No matter how powerful Illidan was, he was still a defeated opponent in the hands of Maiev the Hunter; this was his destiny.
Robbie coughed, making the same sound as Maiev, and then suddenly jumped out, standing in front of Illidan.
"Maiev, is that you?"
Aman'Thul indeed failed to see through Robbie's disguise.
After ten thousand years of agonizing torment, it would be a lie to say that Aman'Thul didn't hate Maiev. If it weren't for the greater good, he would have long ago returned to the Vault of the Wardens and torn the Jailer Maiev Shadowsong to pieces to vent his anger.
"Illidan, you actually escaped to Suramar City! I've been searching high and low for you." Robbie recalled Maiev's lines, brandishing his spinning blade with a smug look on his face.
"Ah, my long hunt is finally coming to an end. Today, Justice will be served."
"You, a mere Night Elf?"
Even Elisande, empowered by the Nightwell, was no match for him. Aman'Thul didn't take Maiev seriously at all. He slammed Elisande to the ground, spread his Demons wings, and charged towards Robbie.
The speed was too fast; Robbie had no time to react, but the spinning blade in his hand had already automatically risen, spinning rapidly and bringing with it a burst of bright red light, a very dazzling color.
Aman'Thul retreated swiftly upon contact, almost as fast as he had charged forward. His right arm fell to the ground at shoulder level, blood gushing from his throat. His face was filled with astonishment, and his left hand pointed at Robbie, unable to utter a sound.
What happened? Robbie was stunned. In just one exchange, the arrogant Aman'Thul was defeated. What exactly happened in that instant? Fortunately, the thick Watchers mask concealed Robbie's astonished expression.
Aman'Thul picked up the severed arm from the ground and fled without looking back. It would be difficult to catch a Demon Hunter who wanted to escape. The goal of rescuing Elisande had been achieved, and Robbie had no intention of chasing after him.
Elisande got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and still looked proud as she cautiously looked at Robbie. She had heard of Maiev before, and she took a slight breath.
"I never expected that Tyrande would have such a top-tier expert among her subordinates."
What could he say? Robbie could hardly imagine what Elisande and Maiev would talk about. He could only bow slightly to Elisande and then chase after Aman'Thul in the direction he had fled.
Robbie reluctantly handed the disc back, asking curiously, "What is this?"
The Black Cat smiled slightly, "The strength of living beings lies in two points. The first is strengthening themselves, and the second is utilizing tools. This disc is an intelligent combat simulation tool. Even Titans have flaws in their movements. If you can find that one moment to exploit it, defeating them will be a piece of cake."
Robbie nodded after hearing this, guessing that the disk was likely an artificial intelligence with computing power even greater than Titans's.
The armor and weapons formed from the discs are naturally indestructible, symbolizing the technological prowess of the Cute Pet Legion.
The moment Aman'Thul attacked, the AI simply timed its spin to raise and rotate the blade, and then Aman'Thul's neck and shoulders offered themselves up on their own, without using any magic.
Living beings are limited by the chemical energy of their flesh and blood, and their reaction speed can never compare to that of machines.
"Destiny changed at this moment." The Black Cat showed a look of regret. "Elisande's Destiny depends on her own choices. I don't have high hopes for her. In our big data analysis, living beings tend to gravitate towards the wrong choices."
Elisande returned to Suramar City, and without time to explain to the many nobles who came to inquire about the battle, he hurriedly entered the secret chamber of the Nighthold and activated the Eye of Aman'Thul.
This artifact has accompanied the Suramar City for ten thousand years, helping Elisande overcome crises on numerous occasions.
Illidan's power was beyond imagination, and the Eye of Aman'Thul hadn't given any warning beforehand, which filled Elisande with despair. Elisande found it unbelievable that Maiev could defeat Illidan so easily.
"Could it really be a coincidence?"
After the Eye of Aman'Thul activated, it concluded that Maiev had simply raised her weapon at the opportune moment, coincidentally inflicting a severe blow on Illidan. The probability of this was extremely low, almost zero, yet it happened.
Elisande could only believe it was a coincidence; she didn't believe Maiev possessed such power.
Illidan's power was beyond imagination. Maiev only defeated Illidan by luck. Such a victory would not happen again. Elisande frowned, carefully opened the safe, and took out a red candle.
The candle burned, and through the hazy smoke, a blurry face appeared before Elisande.
This was the face of a Night Elf woman. Even among the Night Elf race, known for their exquisite beauty, she was only considered of average appearance. The woman opened her eyes, looked at Elisande, and Anjing asked:
"Elisande, what's wrong? Is Suramar City facing another crisis?"
The proud Elisande now displayed humility. "Great being, the Eye of Aman'Thul has failed. Illidan the Demon Hunter attacked Suramar City, and I suffered a shameful defeat."
Elisande did not recognize the woman; however, ten thousand years after the Sundering, the mysterious woman had been secretly protecting the Suramar City, which was why the Guardian Aegwynn's attempt to seize the Eye of Aman'Thul failed.
"Illidan, you mean the one imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens? He escaped?" the woman asked.
Elisande found this strange; could there be more than one Illidan?
"The Eye of Aman'Thul has failed. Very interesting. It seems the time has finally come."
The woman in the smoke revealed a relieved smile, "Ten thousand years have passed. Countless lives have perished, countless Restless Souls have wailed, the blood of the innocent has stained the earth red, the deep-seated hatred has caused the Sundering, the eternal pain in my memory can finally be put to rest. Elisande, do you know who I am?"
Elisande had asked the woman in the smoke about her identity more than once, but he was never able to find out.
"Ten thousand years ago, in that crucial battle that determined the Destiny of our entire race, you and the Suramar City chose neutrality, Elisande, my dear sister, do you still remember?"