Upon hearing the suggestion to send Tyrande and Malfurion on their way, Jaina was immediately overwhelmed and refused, saying, "My Lord, I am no match for Tyrande and Malfurion."
The Orcs, empowered with Underwater Breathing, jumped into the icy spring. They quickly succumbed to the cold and swam back to shore. Orcs officers whipped the soldiers who had climbed ashore, forcing them to dive back into the water.
Showing patience, the Orcs were clearly no Night Elf race. Medivh looked at the Orcs soldiers with disdain as he explained to Jaina:
"You don't need to deal with them. Just open a Portal. I've already prepared a trap for them, ensuring that not a single trace will be left. No one but this couple can unleash Wrath of Nordrassil."
Jaina breathed a sigh of relief and left to carry out her orders.
The main Orcs force approached the direction of the Ice Spring. Although Fandral Staghelm did not know the location of the Secret Mage Corps, he had already deduced the Orcs' purpose and realized that Shandris Feathermoon was in danger.
Fandral Staghelm looked back at the dilapidated city walls and the soldiers covered in dust and blood. The fighting had reached this point, and everyone was wounded. The Ancient of War was long gone.
Fandral Staghelm knew defeat was inevitable, and the history of the Night Elf race was about to come to an end.
Maiev Shadowsong walked to Fandral Staghelm's side. She was swaying precariously, leaning weakly against the city wall, gazing at the Burning Legion in the distance, and said with some resentment, "I haven't become the leader of the Night Elves yet."
The icy spring water enveloped her limbs, but Shandris Feathermoon's heart remained warm. In the ten-thousand-year history of the Night Elves, she and her army had suffered far more severe hardships.
The Secret Mage Corps's equipment was extremely heavy; they had to be firmly strapped to a huge ice floe to avoid sinking to the bottom.
Shandis Feathermoon fiddled with the crystal ball in her hand; the detection magic indicated that the Orcs were approaching.
"How did they find it?" Feathermoon asked her colleague, puzzled. She wasn't afraid; she knew failure was inevitable. But the fact that they had lost like this left her feeling resentful. There were still several traps that hadn't been set up.
The people underwater looked at each other, carefully examining the entire process, without revealing the slightest flaw. The Orcs scouts didn't care about the cold spring water.
A soldier whispered, "A Druid just crept down; he's one of Malfurion's disciples. I suspect he discovered us."
"Malfurion, Tyrande."
Shandris Feathermoon tilted her head and thought for a moment. Yes, she had long suspected the couple, which was why she destroyed Tyrande's Teleportation Scroll. She didn't believe Tyrande would risk her own safety to betray the location of the Secret Mage Corps.
"Perhaps I underestimated this old friend. Ten thousand years have passed, and I still don't really understand her."
Sandys Feathermoon muttered a few words to herself.
The Secret Mage Corps relies on equipment to cast spells. Although they can unleash devastating magic by combining their collective power, they have inherent flaws, such as slow casting time and inability to attack at close range. Therefore, they are powerless against the Orcs' attacks.
"Brothers and sisters, strip off your gear, activate the self-destruct program, don't fall into the hands of the Orcs, pick up your weapons, and prepare for the final battle," Shandis Feathermoon calmly ordered.
"General Feathermoon, the most desperate moment has not yet arrived." A familiar voice appeared.
"Valstann, it's you." Shandris looked at her old friend, who had become Undead, in surprise.
"General Feathermoon, the Night Elves rejected magic, so there were no mages for ten thousand years. But times have changed, and a true Night Elf Mage Corps has emerged," Valstann Fandral Staghelm said confidently.
Tyrande spoke very quickly, constantly berating Malfurion.
Malfurion hung his head and remained silent. He knew that resistance was pointless and would only embolden Tyrande. At the same time, Malfurion was also regretting his impulsiveness. He didn't know what had gotten into him.
"You foolish old deer, don't you know that if Shandris Feathermoon falls, the fortress will surely fall to the Burning Legion? You don't really believe that Elune, will save us? I never imagined that my companion would be as idiotic as my ignorant people."
"Tyrande, you are not..."
Malfurion wanted to say something, but Tyrande stopped him with a murderous glare.
"That damned human girl Jaina, how could you believe her nonsense? Don't let her youth fool you, her figure and appearance are already declining. Before long, her skin will sag and become covered in wrinkles, looking as ugly as the bark of the Ancient of War. She'll haunt your nightmares for ten thousand years. She actually dared to shamelessly guarantee that the Elune would personally take us away. Humans are truly arrogant and ignorant."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Jaina stepped out of the Portal and overheard this, her face darkening.
"I promised, and here I am," Jaina said, barely suppressing her anger.
Tyrande looked Jaina up and down. "All I see is a Pride little human girl."
Jaina smiled proudly and said, "The only difference between me and Elune is our power level. I will definitely be able to replace her in the future."
"Young lady, this is blasphemy," Tyrande pointed out with displeasure.
Jaina chuckled and pointed to the Burning Legion in the distance beyond the fortress:
"The Night Elves are doomed, the Burning Legion is about to invade, and where is your Moon Goddess? I can help you escape the fortress. Isn't that more useful than your Moon Goddess? You should worship me instead of the Moon Goddess."
"Snort!"
Although Jaina is blaspheming the Moon Goddess, it must be admitted that at this moment Jaina is far more useful than the Moon Goddess in the sky.
Rumble.
A deafening roar, like thunder, came from afar, coming from the direction of the Ice Spring. Tyrande and Malfurion hurriedly looked over and saw that the Ice Spring had exploded, creating a Fireball like a mushroom cloud, in which countless Orcs perished in the flames.
"Truly a warrior of the night," Jaina praised. "Even in death, he will drag the Orcs down with him."
At the same time, the sound of thunderous war drums echoed from the Burning Legion's camp in the distance. Legion soldiers lined up in neat formations, with the Pit Lord Azgalor at the very front of the ranks.
Behind the Burning Legion's massive army, the Legion's engineers once again deployed hundreds more Fel Cannons.
"With the cannons roaring, the fortress will surely be reduced to rubble, Night Elf soldiers will be reduced to nothing but bones." Jaina imagined the scene after the Fel Cannon bombardment. "Gentlemen, we must retreat."
Jaina opened a Portal and entered Portal first. Tyrande and Malfurion had no choice but to follow her Portal.
Not seeing Jaina, Tyrande and Malfurion found themselves in a cave with dozens of torches hanging on the walls, illuminating the interior.
An old Orcs carrying a banner sat on the ground with his back to the two of them. Tyrande recognized it as the Burning Blade Banner, the symbol of the Burning Blade Clan's swordsman.
The surrounding walls were covered with green Runes, and Fel energy flowed within them.
Tyrande discovered that the power of the Moon Goddess within her had vanished, Malfurion was also unable to use Druid spells.
"The Orc Sword Saint Samuro is willing to fight you two fairly, to the death."