Sylvanas's decaying eyes flickered slightly as her mind raced, pondering the truth of Tyrande's words.
Ultimately, Sylvanas accepted Tyrande's lie. The strength Tyrande displayed at that moment far exceeded the level of the rumors, and could only be attributed to the blessing of the Elune.
"Why don't you kill me, Priestess?" Sylvanas asked anxiously. "What made you disobey the Moon Goddess's will?"
Tyrande sighed deliberately, "I was once incredibly devout to Elune, and carried out Moon Goddess orders without question, secretly killing many people. Later I learned that they, like me, had once received orders from Moon Goddess."
"At Mount Hyjal, karma struck, and I became one of the creatures abandoned by the Moon Goddess. If that Orcs hadn't been so greedy, Malfurion and I would have been dead long ago."
Tyrande's face was bitter; this was a genuine expression of her feelings as she sincerely said:
"Sylvanas, although I don't like you, our Destiny are the same. If we don't want to be abandoned by the Moon Goddess, then let's keep our agreement."
"Tacit agreement?"
Sylvanas lowered her head in thought. Although her life and death were in the other party's hands, she did not intend to compromise directly, after all, she had already died once.
This world has torments far more terrible than death.
"Your Majesty, please grant my request," Antonidas said.
Sylvanas looked at the High Archmage with surprise. "I need a reason."
"Your Majesty, the relationship between the two sides has never been a simple one of hostility. There is often a tacit understanding between them. One of the reasons why the Orcs were able to destroy the Kingdom of Stormwind so easily was their tacit understanding with Dalaran." Antonidas revealed a little-known story.
Sylvanas glared with her blood-red eyes, gritting her teeth as she said, "You betrayed Kingdom of Stormwind? Do you know I hate traitors the most?"
Antonidas nodded. "Your Majesty, please calm down. The Orcs were let in by the Guardian Medivh, and we in Dalaran had no choice but to cooperate. We provided the Orcs with information such as the Kingdom of Stormwind's defense maps and logistical supplies. Of course, the Kingdom of Stormwind also wanted to maintain a tacit understanding with the Orcs; otherwise, why would King Llane have accepted the Half-Orcs Garona? It just didn't work out."
Sylvanas gazed into the dark cave. She thought herself clever and cunning, but she realized she was still inferior to humans and Orcs.
Tyrande continued her pressure, "We are, after all, of the same origin, Sylvanas. For the Night Elves, you are not the only option, but certainly the best one."
Sylvanas finally made up her mind, high-fived Tyrande, and made a pact with her.
In the ensuing confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde, the Forsaken and the Night Elves maintained a long-standing and positive relationship.
The Night Elves and the Forsaken share a similar status. Before the Draenei and Blood Elves joined the Alliance and Horde, one fought alone on the Kalimdor, while the other faced the Alliance independently in the Eastern Kingdoms.
It was precisely because of their tacit understanding that they were able to maintain a stalemate in the subsequent faction conflict. The Night Elves betrayed human intelligence, while the Forsaken informed Darnassus of the Orcs' actions. Both sides gained considerable benefits from this back-and-forth exchange.
That's war; there are no absolute enemies, and no true allies.
Maiev staggered and retreated with the Night Elf troops.
Tyrande's death was still unacceptable to her. Although she longed to replace Tyrande, the feeling of truly facing the departure of her rival of ten thousand years was extremely unpleasant.
"Maiev, what happened? Why didn't Tyrande retreat with you?" Malfurion asked, his face filled with fear.
"Lady Tyrande, she has left us. I saw her fall into the raging river and die from a giant tree piercing her chest."
"I'm so sad, "Maiev said, and soon she broke down in tears.
The death of Tyrande, the leader of the Night Elves and the Priestess of the Moon, plunged all the Night Elves into grief, especially the Sentinels who were loyal to Tyrande, who could not help but shed tears.
"No, why did this happen?" Malfurion knelt on the ground, covering his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face. "My dear Tyrande, you've left me like this."
Malfurion was devastated, crying so hard he fainted several times. Only after being comforted by the Druids did he manage to stop his tears, and he said with a pained expression:
"Tyrande is gone. I must listen to the voice of the earth and receive guidance. Druids, prepare the ritual."
Malfurion's reaction was clearly off.
Maiev was also a smart person; after her grief subsided, she noticed something was amiss.
If Tyrande were to fall, given Malfurion's personality, he should immediately seek revenge, or at the very least retrieve her body.
What does it mean to listen to the voice of the earth?
"Could this be a play staged by Tyrande and Malfurion?" Maiev suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, sensing something was wrong. "Malfurion listens to the voice of the earth. If he receives news that Tyrande is safe, then I will be a treacherous villain, despised by my people."
Seeing the Druids preparing for the ritual, Maiev immediately took action. There was only one way to salvage the situation: she found the prisoner, "Illidan."
"Illidan, your beloved Tyrande is dead. She was killed by Sylvanas, the leader of the Forsaken, and a mysterious Archmage."
Upon hearing this devastating news, the monster was shocked. Although he was inexplicably in love with Tyrande, for some reason, Tyrande's death did not cause him much grief.
"What exactly is going on?"
The monster seemed confused. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "What do you need me to do?"
"Avenge Tyrande. If you can do that, I promise to reduce your sentence." Maiev rarely made a promise; the ruthless the Jailer seldom compromised with prisoners.
The monster revealed an expression of utter innocence and confidently stated:
"It's nothing. I saw the whole battle just now. Sylvanas, a rotting Banshee, and an Undead Mage whose spells had the aura of Dalaran. If I'm not mistaken, it should be High Archmage Antonidas. They're just two ants."
Maiev was taken aback, never expecting that Archmage like Antonidas would become Sylvanas's subordinate. Maiev exclaimed loudly:
"Begin the operation, Illidan. Remember, you must obey my commands. If I fire a red flare, you must cease all operations immediately."
"As you wish, madam."
Maiev freed the monster from its restraints. The monster picked up its weapon, flew into the air, and tracked the lingering Undead aura in the air, quickly pinpointing the location of the Forsaken camp.
Malfurion's ritual was a lie, intended to use the power of listening to the earth to accuse Maiev of deceiving the Night Elves. Halfway through the ritual, Malfurion deliberately feigned ecstasy. "Thank you, Earth Mother, I have seen the truth."
Just as the ceremony ended, Malfurion saw Maiev waiting to the side. He was about to jump up and berate her when Maiev, prepared in advance, spoke first:
"Malfurion, do not worry, I have already put Illidan to action. Your brother will surely avenge Tyrande, kill Sylvanas, and bring back her body."
"What, Maiev? What have you done?"
Malfurion's expression changed drastically. He knew his mysterious brother's strength very well; if Sylvanas died, Tyrande's entire plan would be meaningless.
"Bring Illidan back! He can't do this!" Malfurion roared urgently.