Elisande has been ignored.
In the end, ten thousand years of power still failed to withstand the deadly threat that was just around the corner. She actually knew from the beginning what those "Trolls spies" appeared in large numbers in the city, but she chose a wrong way to deal with them.
This directly triggered various conflicts that had been accumulated for ten thousand years in Suramar City.
The elves hate Trolls more than anything else. However, no matter how cold-blooded the elves are, when they see their family and friends degenerating into Trolls under the torture of Magic Plague, it will take absolute courage to throw out the knives and magic in their hands.
What's more, this kind of thing has always been about "not worrying about scarcity, but worrying about inequality."
If a family on a street suffers from Magic Plague degeneration, then others may help them "look decent". However, now, when every family on the street is infected with Magic Plague, who dares to say "Trolls must die"? Do you believe that those fathers/children/mothers/brothers who are going crazy will be the first to strangle you to death?
When individual problems evolve into group problems, a reform storm at the thinking level will come at a speed beyond imagination.
When Elisande ordered the city defense army to clean up the "Trolls spies" in the market area, thirty minutes after the order was issued, one-third of the city defense army "rebelled" on the spot. The chaos of that night made all the elves and "Trolls" who experienced it tremble.
But Magic Plague doesn't care about you.
Since it is a magical infectious disease, it is natural to follow the logic of metaphysics and disease science at the same time, and disease and death are always the two fairest things in the world.
What about a big family that's ten thousand years old?
Magic Plague will not let you go just because you have served Queen Azshara.
When Mooncounty Family's sisters also became infected with Magic Plague, Mooncounty Family, which was already closely associated with the common people, became the first aristocratic family to make a clear-cut rebellion.
How else can we say that rebellion requires the help of smart people?
After the Mooncounty Family joined, he immediately provided the panicked civilians with a brilliant idea, so the next afternoon a large group of Nightborne broke through the blockade and ran to the cross-sea bridge where Queen Azshara was sleeping Nightwell Fortress. They knelt there and cried bitterly, calling loudly for the Queen for help.
This situation was immediately captured by the well-prepared queen Forbidden Guard spy master Vashj.
She knew that Magic Plague was wreaking havoc, but with her outrageous physical condition, it was impossible for her to be infected by Magic Plague spores, and because of the special nature of Forbidden Guard, she had to defend The members of Queen Azshara do not lack the fruits of Holy Tree Arcan'dor. Therefore, the senior leaders and elites of Forbidden Guard still maintain the noble form of Highborne.
Their Magic Addiction is not serious, and they can persist much longer than weak civilians when facing Magic Plague spores.
In fact, having Vashj come forward to protect those Nightbornes who have degenerated into Trolls, she is also very tired of it. After all, she is an old empire member who came from the Queen's era, and she is born with contempt and disgust for Trolls.
But in the face of big right and wrong, Vashj holds it very firmly.
What happened to Trolls?
These Trolls were loyal subjects of the queen before, but they were not born Trolls! Although they already have the appearance of Trolls, they still have the heart of an elf.
How could the queen be so noble and benevolent that she would allow her loyal subjects to be slaughtered just because of a change in appearance?
So, very soon!
When Elisande sent additional manpower for the second time and ordered the city defense army to massacre "Trolls spies", they were disappointed to find that Queen Forbidden Guard, who never left Nightwell Fortress, actually appeared in the market area.
Queen Battle Standard, which has been rarely used in ten thousand years, is now flying in the area where civilians live. The mighty Forbidden Guard scolds the timid city defenders, asking them to immediately put down their weapons and abandon darkness to the light.
Some court maids who were well-spoken and therefore sent to do political work by Vashj detailed Elisande's sins and boldly declared that the supreme queen would soon wake up and regain control of her empire.
Now is the final moment of surrender, Nightbornes! If you don't hurry up, be careful about making lists later!
Such a confrontation has basically made Forbidden Guard's attitude clear. They no longer intend to tolerate Elisande stealing the Queen's power, and are taking this opportunity to regain the power of Suramar for the noble Queen.
Everything that happened after that was a matter of course.
The powerful Archmage was isolated, especially when the great astrologer Etraeus also claimed to worship Queen Azshara. Elisande almost overnight lost the power he had held for ten thousand years.
She was not locked up and detained.
After all, Archmage is the strongest of Suramar, but no one cares about her anymore and no one cares about her.
This terrible gap is enough to drive Elisande crazy!
She was now alone in the empty meeting hall.
Her powerful perception allowed her to capture the conversations taking place at higher levels, which were the voices of generals Varo'then who came to negotiate with the leaders of Suramar City on behalf of Queen Azshara's Forbidden Guard, and even the accented tones of Thalassian and Kaldorei.
"Damn traitor!"
Archmage cursed with his eyes spitting fire:
"How long did it take before the lowly foreign elves were put into my city? This is my Suramar! Without my permission, they have no right to enter this imperial city."
She immediately got up and planned to drive out those "country elves".
Elisande is obviously a very old-school "bloodist". Although his background may not be very noble, after all, he has been in power for more than 10,000 years. It is normal to look down on Quel'Thalas's group of nouveau riche and forest savages who live in the trees.
In her opinion, only those Highbornes like her who have been passed down from the Queen Azshara era to this day are worthy of being called "elves". The remaining High Elf and Night Elf are all monkeys on horseback, and now they actually dare to come in and "seize power" while Suramar is in a precarious situation?
No!
She must do something.
Elisande clenched her fists. Her persistence in self-power and her disgust for other "country elves" prompted her to take action.
It would be fine if she was a fool, but if she is very smart, there will be big trouble.
"Don't go!"
Just when Elisande was about to violently break down the door and kill those country elves who looked like monkeys at Hall of Order, a voice suddenly sounded and stopped him:
"You will make yourself the target of public criticism! You are too angry. Calm down and use your wisdom."
"Who's talking? Get out!"
Archmage quickly blessed herself with several psychic protections, looked warily at the shadows behind her, narrowed her eyes, and scolded:
"Void thief? How brave! Do you really think you can take advantage of my mood swings and sneak in?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter who I am, and whether I come from the void or not is not a big problem. What matters is that you have no one to rely on, madam."
That voice indeed sounded from the darkness, and it swaggered into a vague human shape in the shadows.
It says:
"No one can help you except yourself.
I won't provide you with any help, because our strength must be used on the most important things.
What happened to Material World cannot affect our Grand Plan, but occasionally giving advice to you mortals can obviously effectively buy time for us.
Think about it carefully, Elisande, who is your real enemy?
What is the perfect solution to the situation you are facing now?
You are a wise person, don't let your stupid muscles replace your brilliant brain."
Archmage looked gloomy and did not answer.
But the guy in front of her did have some abilities. After it appeared, Elisande felt that although her anger was still burning, it was completely unable to affect her thinking. It was like the application of a "forced calmness" that allowed her to quickly peel off the cocoons in her mind.
The current situation is very chaotic, but for spellcasters, chaotic situations are never a problem. What is important is to capture the real enemy and the most important context.
As long as these two points are grasped, any crisis can be quickly quelled.
So, who is your enemy now?
Of course Undead, which has been besieging the city for more than half a month, counts, but they are only suffering from scabies and cannot break through the energy barrier of Nightwell, so they can only be trapped outside the city.
You can definitely hold on to the city until you die of old age.
These bastards who have rebelled and planned to jump to Queen Azshara are also their enemies, but they are all a bunch of losers. They have no loyalty to Azshara, otherwise they would not enjoy the rights under their command for ten thousand years.
Nor are they the most troublesome enemies.
Those country elves who took the initiative to come to Suramar are indeed a trouble, but they are not the biggest problem either. They are all elite but their numbers are limited. Such a team cannot make a difference in today's Suramar.
Therefore, he is his real enemy.
"It's Azshara!"
Elisande narrowed her eyes and said to herself:
"Yes, my biggest enemy is Azshara. The traitors are eager to awaken the queen to save the crisis. They firmly believe that Azshara can bring them hope. The civilians are bewitched by Forbidden Guard and believe that only the queen can turn the tide.
The undead outside the city also came for Azshara. They longed for the extremely powerful Lich Queen. Even the country elves were worried that problems with Azshara would affect their rule.
Well, Azshara is the culprit behind the current situation.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, in the past ten thousand years, my biggest source of worry has also been the Supreme Queen sleeping in Nightwell.
I woke up countless nights, fearing that I would hear the news that the queen had awakened in the next moment. If she saw the former Highborne reduced to the current Nightborne, with her character, she would definitely strangle me to death with her own hands.
Even if it's not my fault at all.
Azshara, you are the key to the problem!"
"Very good, it seems that you have fully understood who the real hidden danger is."
The shadow in the darkness gave a subtle laugh and said:
"Now that you have realized where the real enemy is, it's time to think about who your "friends" are. If you really think that going to Nightwell on your own to assassinate the queen is what you must do, then we will definitely think that your brain is broken.
Archmage like you, a leader who has been in power for ten thousand years, can't he think of other more wonderful ways?
One that doesn't get your hands bloody."
"Undead! Kill with a borrowed knife!"
Elisande's eyes lit up.
Undead outside the city came to Azshara, and the leader was Azsuna Governor "Loyalist" Toserin, whom he had fought against for thousands of years. It was that guy who brought Undead here!
As long as they enter the city, they will inevitably conflict with Forbidden Guard, and they can also clean up more and more "Trolls spies" in Lower City. They only need to wait until these Undead enter Nightwell Fortress and wait for them to pierce the Soul-Eating Demon Sword into Azshara's body, and then they can come on stage to turn the tide.
Azshara has been sleeping for ten thousand years. If she wanted to wake up, she would have woken up long ago!
The supreme queen has no ability to protect herself at all. As long as the Undeads break into Nightwell, half of the problem will be solved. The best thing is that she has been practicing in Nightwell for many years, and she has achieved perfect coordination in the control of Aman'Thul's Eye.
All it takes is one small "mistake" to accomplish something big.
But the biggest problem is that other people are not fools.
"They knew it was my handiwork."
Archmage hesitated.
She clings to the glory of Highborne, so naturally she has to lose face. If she doesn't even give up the last bit of face, what's the difference between herself and those shameless country elves who betrayed the empire?
"So what if they know?"
The shadow in the darkness seemed to have guessed Elisande's biggest worry. It let out a weird laugh and joked:
"They know you did all this, so why would they choose to abandon you just because you turned the tide at the most critical moment? They dare to abandon you at this time because they have a second option.
But what if they only have one option left for you?
Don't worry, Archmage, after you help them reduce one option, they will even take the initiative to help you silence the doubters.
They are more afraid of exposure than you are!
The best thing is that when you turn the tide again and save the city that you have ruled for ten thousand years from a desperate situation, and save those poor people from the crisis of death, I guess your rule can continue for another ten thousand years.
Even a hundred thousand years!
You can eliminate your rivals and become the city's hero again.
As long as Nightwell is still in your hands, you belong to Invincible.
Therefore, we really don't understand. With such an advantage and having already glimpsed opportunities from the crisis, what else do you have to fear?"
"This is betrayal after all!"
Archmage felt that she had been humiliated, and she yelled:
"How can a monster like you understand the dignity of Highborne? It is, after all."
"Well, you mean that in the past ten thousand years, your self-perception has actually been that of Queen Azshara's "loyal minister"? You want to say that everything you did in this city was to maintain the rule of Queen Azshara?
Are all you Nightbornes so self-hypnotic?"
The black shadow said in a playful tone:
"Ah, the weird thinking of mortals is so interesting, and you, you are the best among the crazy! You have never been loyal, but the last thing that hinders you at this fatal moment is the name of "loyal minister"?
So, what kind of ecstasy soup did this Azshara pour into you?
To make a soul like yours so timid at this necessary moment?
OK.
Then continue to be your "loyal minister".
I hope that when the queen wakes up, she can give you enough respect and praise for your amazing "loyalty". Don't be so grim, Archmage. Think about it on the bright side, maybe Queen Azshara has changed her temper in these ten thousand years?
Maybe she will really listen to your excuses?"
"Shut up! Shut up!!!"
Elisande rubbed his forehead and scolded, and then was pressed on the shoulder by Etraeus, the great astrologer who walked out of the room. The astrologer looked at Archmage with disheveled hair and confused eyes with subtle eyes.
He whispered:
"Who are you talking to? There is no one else here. Are you too stressed? Ah, forget it, be decent! Elisande, there are still guests here."
"Guest?"
Archmage glanced blankly into the room.
She saw Kaldorei wearing Watchers War Armor, saw Quel'dorei carrying a war bow, and also saw the Azsuna Highborne spellcasters that disgusted her the most.
All the elves have arrived, and the respectable elven leaders have sent envoys.
Only without her.
She is no longer a member of this class.
She is no longer qualified to stand with these country elves who each represent different forces.
The pain felt like a needle prick made Elisande clench her fists. She took a deep breath and said to the great astrologer:
"You come to negotiate on behalf of Suramar. Don't lose our face. I'm going to go and take a rest! I have to take a rest and wait for the queen to wake up. I have to defend myself."
"Don't be afraid."
Etraeus saw Archmage's pale face and thought she was afraid because she was going to see Azshara. He could fully understand this fear. Therefore, the great astrologer comforted:
"We have received the exact news that the queen's spirit body is in Shadowlands. Watchers has brought the secret technique of Moon Goddess, which can send the queen back through the moonlight at midnight. The queen has changed, she is no longer the same person!
As long as we grasp the big issues, she will forgive us."
"Really?"
Elisande showed a pale smile.
She glanced at the dusk sky and whispered:
"That would be great."