The 2,500 Orcs launched only one Charge and were unable to board the floating Dalaran. However, the Dalaran Mages quickly fled.
Maiev stared at the scene in astonishment, feeling as if her mind was going blank.
As the leader of the Watchers, Maiev possesses top-tier strength and Elite among the Night Elves, but she is indeed not cunning or treacherous enough to have ever thought of using the Orcs.
"Haha! That's impossible, Tyrande. Did you and the Dalaran Mages plan this together? Was it all a charade you two staged?"
Fortunately, Maiev's thick Watchers armor covered her head and face, preventing her from showing any signs of distress; she was highly skeptical of the reality of what she was witnessing.
Tyrande chuckled softly, "Maiev, you don't understand the mages of Dalaran at all. In the war between humans and Orcs, Dalaran's role was to provide the Orcs with artifacts and military rations. Every surviving Dalaran Mages knows that fighting the Orcs is unwise."
After pondering for a long time, Maiev said in a cold voice:
"Medivh."
Tyrande nodded and smiled, "Maiev, you're not entirely stupid."
The first destruction of Dalaran was caused by the Orcs driving the Red Dragonflight.
However, the Orcs only control Whelps. Even if the Dragonmaw Clan "kidnaps" the Red Dragon Queen, the adult Dragons will not willingly be enslaved by lower creatures.
At that time, Dalaran a constellation of stars, boasting Council of Six led by High Archmage Antonidas. It was impossible for them to be unable to withstand even a mere Whelps.
If the Orcs could find an excuse by citing the Dragonkin Dalaran, the second time, the Teron Gorefiend led a lone army and easily seized the Eye of Dalaran, making Dalaran a soft target to be bullied.
But in reality, Dalaran is not weak, and its mages are no weaker than Orcs Warriors.
The real reason is that the higher-ups in Dalaran all know that the Orcs are backed by the Guardian Medivh.
The Dalaran Mages would rather see their people slaughtered than disobey the Guardians ' wishes.
Maiev gritted her teeth, but finally sighed and admitted that she was inferior to Tyrande.
"Look at these Orcs, something's wrong with them," Malfurion said in surprise.
After just one Charge, without even engaging in combat, the 2,500 Orcs were already exhausted, collapsing on the ground panting heavily, drenched in sweat, their faces turning an unnatural dark red.
Tyrande frowned. This was clearly not a battle-hardened Orcs. Malfurion carefully examined the Orcs's body and whispered to Tyrande:
"Based on my initial observation, they are all poisoned."
"It's Duke Bolvar. No wonder he trusted us with the Orcs."
Tyrande's bright eyes flickered. Only now did she realize that while her cunning and treachery were among the best of the Night Elves, they still couldn't compare to those of humans.
Of course, humans can also be foolish. For example, Tyrande couldn't understand why such an outstanding person as Duke Bolvar would be so loyal to the House Wrynn.
Fortunately, the Orcs are no longer of any use and can be discarded at any time.
The monster stayed in the secret chamber for a long time, thinking Maiev should retreat. He came out for some fresh air and walked out of the sewers, only to find to his surprise that all the Dalaran Mages had disappeared.
With the help of the Blood Elf mages led by Kael'thas, the Night Elves ascended Dalaran. The monsters were met with a large group of green-skinned Orcs, who were eyeing them menacingly.
"Damn it, they're a bunch of Orcs."
The monster was quite intelligent and quickly figured out why the Dalaran Mages had fled.
"A bunch of cowardly Imp! You're really afraid of the Guardian Medivh! Don't you know that Medivh is nothing but an ant before me?"
Although he demonstrated the miracle of rebuilding Dalaran, in the eyes of the Dalaran Mages, Medivh was practically an omnipotent god, and they could not judge whether Illidan or Medivh was stronger.
"Filthy Orcs, don't even think about soiling my Dalaran, get out!"
The monster casually waved its hand, and 2,500 Orcs were instantly teleported out, appearing outside Dalaran. They fell down screaming. This was a defensive spell inherent to Dalaran, capable of repelling unwelcome outsiders.
Tyrande and Malfurion, hidden in the shadows, were horrified. Luckily, they had tested him with Orcs. This unfamiliar "Illidan" was terrifying; he could teleport 2,500 Orcs with a wave of his hand— High Archmage Antonidas could never do.
"Is this all you've got? That's all you're capable of!"
The monster looked toward where Tyrande and the others were hiding. At this moment, the monster was confused and had not yet figured out its own identity, so it still showed mercy to its own kind.
Tyrande and Malfurion emerged with grim expressions, facing the monster with no other choice.
Upon seeing Tyrande's charming and lovely appearance, the monster felt a surge of tenderness and affection. Although he knew this reaction was abnormal, his reason was unable to stop him.
"Damn it, why did this happen?"
The monster clenched its fists in resentment, but unfortunately, because of this strange bond, it was unable to use its abilities.
Maiev, seeing that her soul trap had worked, happily approached the monster. "Illidan, your short break is over. Come back to the Vault of the Wardens with me."
"Maiev, tell me, what exactly is going on?"
The monster yearned for answers; with an inflated sense of self-importance, he believed himself to be the pinnacle of biological evolution, having long since transcended the base emotions of mortals.
"I'll tell you the truth when we get back to the Vault of the Wardens."
Maiev waved her hand, and the jailers of the Vault of the Wardens stepped forward and used special sealing chains to bind the monster. The monster did not resist at all.
He stared blankly at Tyrande, increasingly puzzled.
Kael'thas, being the romantic Elven Prince, understood immediately upon seeing the monster's expression.
Although the Elven Prince was charming without being lewd, he never had the courage to confess his feelings to a married woman, let alone his sister-in-law.
"Illidan, with his immense power, surrendered without a shred of resistance because of the woman he loved. His devotion and unwavering loyalty to love are something I cannot match."
Kael'thas held the monster in high esteem, considering it a rare confidant.
It is now a bright, sunny day, a time of rest for the Night Elves.
The Night Elves rested in Dalaran, Kael'thas found an excuse to see the monster. The jailers in the Vault of the Wardens were almost all women, Kael'thas quickly got what he wanted with his charm and sweet talk.
Hearing Kael'thas's footsteps, the monster's lips curled into a mocking smile. He decided to ignore him; he had no liking for this flashy-looking Blood Elf.
Unexpectedly, Kael'thas was particularly enthusiastic, gazing at the monster with an expression of adoration:
"Oh my, Illidan Stormrage, you're so infatuated with Tyrande! As a Casanova, I've seen it all, but for you, I have the utmost respect. You're truly my idol. I wish we had met sooner."
"The Casanova"
This word deeply affected the monster. In the realm of emotions, the monster knew he was an idiot, and seeking advice from experienced people was one of the fastest ways to improve.
Kael'thas continued his rambling, "Back then, I was also infatuated, constantly thinking about Lisa in Lakeshire, but I quickly moved on to new relationships, seeking new thrills. I used to think there was no true love in the world, but you made me believe in love."