Maiev, relying on her superior strength, did not retreat with the others, but instead followed behind Tyrande.
Although Maiev dreamed of becoming the leader of the Night Elves, she had known Tyrande for over ten thousand years and did not want her to die at the hands of the Forsaken.
Tyrande stood tall and proud on the bridgehead, while the scattered Forsaken regrouped under Sylvanas's orders.
Large Gargoyles flew through the air, providing cover for the overwhelming Ghouls rushing towards Tyrande.
Tyrande opened her arms, looked up at the sky, and began to pray devoutly:
"Great Elune, grant me boundless power to eradicate the great Evil before us and protect the good people from harm."
Upon hearing Tyrande's prayer, Maiev nearly went mad. Over ten thousand years, Maiev had witnessed Tyrande's countless prayers, and she couldn't recall a single one that had been successful.
"Fine, I'll help you escape."
Maiev brandished her sharp blade wheel, preparing to rush onto the bridge. The Watchers's armor was sturdy and could effectively withstand the Ghouls ' claws.
Just then, a terrifying Arcane energy began to gather in the sky, forming a massive energy cloud. Bright purple beams of light fell like meteors, and the army of the Forsaken was quickly reduced to ashes.
Maiev was taken aback. Had Elune, truly answered Tyrande's prayer?
Fearing the Starfall, Maiev cautiously took a few steps back, her confidence in vying for power with Tyrande waning somewhat.
Sylvanas stared in astonishment at Tyrande casting a spell. In her understanding, only Druid units could cast Moonfire; Night Elves were incapable of magic.
"Antonidas, what kind of magic is this?" Sylvanas asked.
The High Archmage stared at Tyrande in surprise, a gray aura appearing on his face. He exclaimed in astonishment, "This spell is called Starfall, and it's said to be a magic only gods can cast."
"The Elune has blessed Tyrande."
Sylvanas's trust in the Moon Goddess wavered. First, she ordered herself to launch a sneak attack on the Night Elf race, and then she granted Tyrande powerful abilities to annihilate the Forsaken army.
It's said that the minds of gods are hard to fathom, but this is just too strange.
Seeing the swift currents of the Deepwater River forming whirlpools after passing the bridge, Sylvanas's expression hardened. "Is there any way to destroy that bridge?"
Antonidas nodded. "That's very simple."
As a former High Archmage of Dalaran, Antonidas chanted incantations and remotely cast the Greater Disintegration, Legendary Khadgar was said to have used to defeat Deathwing.
The bridge, built of wood and stone, quickly crumbled into pieces. Tyrande, focused on casting spells, momentarily lost her footing and fell into the swift-flowing river.
Maiev witnessed a log pierce Tyrande's chest, blood staining the river red, a whirlpool forming, and Tyrande's slender figure quickly disappearing from sight.
"No! No! Tyrande."
Although she didn't understand magic, Maiev sensed a powerful surge of magical energy and knew that there was a powerful mage among the Forsaken, and with Sylvanas also present, they were not someone she could fight against.
She glared hatefully in the direction where Sylvanas was hiding, then turned and retreated.
Tyrande's death was a pleasant surprise, even better than expected. Although she had accepted Elune's orders, Sylvanas didn't believe she could save everyone.
The Forsaken sent to this ambush were almost completely wiped out, but Sylvanas was unfazed and headed to a nearby camp with Antonidas, preparing to leave using Portal.
The camp was incredibly empty, with only a few Forsaken.
As Sylvanas crawled into her tent, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
He quickly drew his bow and arrows from his back, but then the longbow and quiver were taken away.
Tyrande smiled at Sylvanas, and with a slight exertion of her delicate hands, the longbow and quiver shattered on the ground.
"Damn it, I've been tricked, Tyrande, you're still alive, Antonidas."
High Archmage Antonidas realized he had encountered a formidable foe and hastily Summon Water Elemental, but Tyrande simply clapped her hands, interrupting Antonidas's spellcasting.
Antonidas paused, about to cast the spell again, when the sound of clapping rang out once more. A surge of Arcane energy coiled around Antonidas like a venomous snake, and Tyrande's clear voice rang out:
"Antonidas, don't waste your energy. How can mortal magic contend with that of gods?"
Antonidas, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge and believed that any magic, even if unseen, must have been described in ancient texts, sighed helplessly, "This kind of magic is unheard of before; it must be magic not belonging to mortals. The Priests of the Moon Goddess are indeed terrifying."
Sylvanas stared at Tyrande in terror, barely mustering the courage to ask, "Tyrande, what do you want to do?" In her heart, she was already prepared to surrender.
"I only want to speak with you, Sylvanas." Tyrande looked around. "This is not the place to talk. Please follow me."
With their backs to the wall, the two could only follow Tyrande into a nearby dark and gloomy cave. At the deepest part of the cave, Tyrande skillfully carved Magic Circles on the ground.
"Don't assume that Elune, is omniscient and omnipotent. In fact, her gaze cannot be on us all the time. With just a simple Magic Circle like this, Elune can be made blind," Tyrande said unhurriedly.
"This is blasphemy against Elune, especially coming from the mouth of the Chief Moon Goddess Priestess," Sylvanas threatened.
Tyrande smiled confidently, "What does it matter? I am the Priestess of the Moon Goddess, and you are just a rotting Forsaken. Do you think anyone would believe the words of a decaying corpse?"
Sylvanas was speechless for a long while before finally saying, "Tyrande, what are you trying to say?"
Before long, Tyrande finished inscribing the Magic Circle, her beautiful eyes fixed on Sylvanas: "Was the Forsaken's attack on us orchestrated by Elune?"
Sylvanas was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Tyrande continued, "It's not hard to analyze. I've served Elune, for ten thousand years and have long understood her character. She commands you but never bestows anything in return. In her eyes, we are like ants, objects that can be manipulated at will. Do you know why we were able to prepare?"
Sylvanas looked at Tyrande suspiciously. "Could it be Elune?"
"You're not too stupid." Tyrande deliberately misled Sylvanas, speaking eloquently and logically:
"Elune ordered you to ambush us, but she also informed us beforehand so we could prepare. Malfurion and Maiev only wanted to break through. I realized that we hadn't eliminated enough Forsaken, and Moon Goddess was not pleased, which is why she stayed. Sure enough, she granted me power."
Sylvanas pondered for a moment, then believed Tyrande's lie. The minds of gods were indeed difficult to fathom. Worried, she asked, "Tyrande, what are you planning to do?"
The Battle of Mount Hyjal had already caused Tyrande to doubt the Moon Goddess, and she was no longer as devout as before. She tried every means to save herself, becoming a mad the Betrayer.
Tyrande, half-jokingly saying, "This is precisely why I'm trying to win over Sylvanas."
"Ten thousand years have passed. Countless beings have been favored by the Elune, and they have all perished. Only I have survived through countless hardships. Sylvanas, if you do not wish to die an unjust death, you would have better heed my advice and understand why I feigned my death to reach your camp. To be honest, I am here on the orders of the Moon Goddess to kill you."