Despite her best efforts to conceal it, Sylvanas's expression remained grim. Varian guessed that Sylvanas might have also experienced end-of-life care, and that even the Pride Dark Lady would show fear when faced with the unknown.
Varian.
Sylvanas's tone was extremely rude, completely condescending and commanding:
"Get your soldiers back immediately! Broken Shore is a trap; we'll all die."
Varian frowned upon hearing this. What did that mean? She wanted me to retreat? I understood. Sylvanas was worried about offending the Savior Illidan, so she made me the scapegoat. Varian, I won't fall for that.
"I apologize, Your Majesty the Dark Lady." Varian displayed the composure befitting a king, proudly declaring, "For Azeroth, I am willing to Consecration everything, to achieve victory at all costs."
"Damn it, didn't you see that illusion just now?" Sylvanas roared. "The enemies of the Tomb of Sargeras are far beyond our capabilities. You're sending your soldiers to their deaths."
"No, it's to protect Azeroth, and all sacrifices are worthwhile," Varian continued stubbornly.
"Damn it, I've wasted my time here with a coward!" Sylvanas glared. "Varian, you're murdering your soldiers! We've all been tricked! It's not too late to retreat!"
The power demonstrated by the hospice care he had just received also shocked Varian, but unlike the invincible Sylvanas, he had nothing left to lose, so he could only make one last desperate attempt.
After all, Varian was a noble King who did not need to Charge; he believed himself to be safe.
Seeing King Varian's composure, Sylvanas knew she couldn't use Varian as a shield. To conserve her strength, she was about to order the Forsaken and the Fel Elves to retreat.
Suddenly, cheers erupted from the Horde's fleet.
In the direction of the Broken Shore, an immense Dark Portal appeared out of thin air, enveloped in endless Fel. Illidan used the power of Fel to summon the Dark Portal, and then, a large horde of Iron Horde soldiers poured out, quickly filling the Broken Shore.
First to appear were hordes of enslaved Gronn, followed by countless Iron Horde chariots, Orcs Vanguard, and so on. Sylvanas's vision went black; she knew it was all too late.
"Antonidas," Sylvanas asked through gritted teeth.
High Archmage Antonidas appeared beside her and said apologetically to Sylvanas, "I'm sorry, I failed to enter Draenor to stop the Iron Horde. Illidan interfered with my teleportation magic; he had it all planned out."
"This is a conspiracy, Illidan, I won't let you get away with this!" Sylvanas said viciously, confident in her strength, Pride looked at Varian: "Varian, you should understand that Illidan has deceived us all. You know who you should support, and join me in punishing the Betrayer."
Varian remained silent, only stubbornly stating, "I fight only for Azeroth."
"What an utterly foolish King! Do you think you can survive this conspiracy?" Sylvanas sneered, leading Antonidas back to his airship.
The Dark Lady was preparing to turn against Illidan. The Fel Elves, the Forsaken, and the Iron Horde still belonged to her. After a series of orders were issued, Sylvanas, watching the approaching Fel pillar, suddenly asked, "Antonidas, what did you see in the vision just now?"
Antonidas hesitated for a moment, then honestly replied, "I saw my first love, Lisa. Before I entered Dalaran, she lived next door to me. After I entered Dalaran study, I never heard from her again. I studied magic desperately to make up for the regret in my heart."
Sylvanas nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you know what I saw?"
As Antonidas dared not ask too many questions about such matters and could only wait for Sylvanas to answer them.
Sylvanas said in horror, "I returned to Silvermoon City on the eve of its destruction by the Orcs. That was a nightmare I will never forget. The Broken Shore... Illidan wanted to emulate Thrall. This time, I will not compromise."
With the help of Dalaran, Aman'Thul built a massive pyramid-like structure on the Broken Shore, from which pillars of Fel shot into the sky. At this moment, Aman'Thul, leading the Nightborne of Suramar City, stood at the foot of the pyramid, a confident smile on his face, Anjing awaiting the arrival of his guests.
Sylvanas, furious and ready to confront him, saw Illidan, without even looking up, calmly say, "Heroes of the Alliance and the Horde, I am very pleased to see you fighting for Azeroth. This is a blessing for Azeroth, and the Burning Legion's invasion will surely be thwarted. There is no need to worry; this Fel Tower symbolizes the power of a domain. All those who possess Fel energy, whether Demons or Orcs, will be under my control as long as they are within its reach. I can decide their life or death with a single thought."
The Fel Tower has a wide coverage area, encompassing all soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde. The Alliance soldiers are relatively unaffected, as only a very small number of them have been exposed to Fel.
Sylvanas was taken aback; she could clearly feel the Fel within her being subtly drawn in.
Illidan's domain power was no fluke. In an instant, Sylvanas's furious expression vanished, replaced by a warm smile, and she proclaimed:
"Great Lord Illidan, I am willing to fight for Azeroth."
Aman'Thul clapped his hands in praise:
"Sylvanas, the people of Azeroth will thank you for your Consecration today. The Burning Legion will surely pay for their crimes. Give your humble lives to save Azeroth."
Tomb of Sargeras, a dozen powerful beings gathered together.
"Gentlemen," a voice rang out from some being, "We have toiled here for tens of thousands of years, yet we still haven't uncovered the secrets of the avatar. Now, the beings of Azeroth want to seize this avatar. My suggestion is to return it to them; after all, they are still children, and we too were once weak."
"Sassz'ine, you are always so kind, just like you are to the weak sea creatures." An Evil voice rang out. "A bunch of ants who don't know what's good for them, wanting to compete with us for incarnations. If we don't teach them a lesson, they will become blindly arrogant. For the sake of these children's growth, we must let them taste the bitterness of defeat."
"Is the Burning Legion still as volatile as ever?" Another, more neutral voice rang out. "I already sense this is a conspiracy. The avatar can fall into the hands of the beings of Azeroth, but it absolutely cannot fall into the hands of schemers. My suggestion is to vote; let everyone decide whether to fight or make peace."
"War."
"Of course, it's about fighting."
What's the point of living if there's no fighting?
A group of volatile Demons quickly passed the resolution.
The suggestion to vote arose again. "Since the majority agrees to fight, let's draw lots to determine the order of battle, according to the rules."