Retreat

This was the toughest battle Sylvanas had ever faced. She had to confront two formidable enemies at the same time. Jaina wanted to help her, but the mage had to preserve her health to prepare for a teleportation spell for the final retreat.

These two enemies were no pushovers, and Sylvanas's victory was of paramount importance. She was acutely aware that if she fell, it would severely impact morale and even be a significant blow to the entire coalition, but if those two monsters fell, it would mean nothing to the Burning Legion.

'I absolutely cannot lose!'

The Ranger wielded his sword with effortless ease, like August Celestials descending from the heavens. Though the demons were as numerous as snowflakes, they fell like ears of wheat under a scythe. The Female Elf did not stop; she charged towards Reki Winterfrost and Anatheron.

"Demon! Come and fight me to the death, damn it!"

A clear, pure, and hateful voice rang out, and the Lich and the Demon Lord took notice of the Female Elf.

She was already a few yards away, tall and aloof, glaring at them!

"An Elf who doesn't know his own limitations? Interesting!"

"Your path ends here, you insignificant mortal."

Sylvanas's face twitched. She gave a soft snort, especially towards Rek'i Winterfell, that Lich reminding her of Kel'Thuzad, the same kind resurrected by Arthas who corrupted the Sunwell.

"You will pay for provoking me! Die, monster!" the Female Elf roared, trembling with rage. "You have taken what I cherished most; all I have left is revenge!"

She didn't waste any more time venting her anger; instead, she gripped her weapon and charged forward.

The Lich released a crystal ball that emitted a blinding light and flew towards Sylvanas in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the Swarm poured out from behind Anatheron, the insects greedily trying to steal the life force from the Female Elf.

"May they perish in the cold!"

"The Swarm will devour you!"

Sylvanas barely managed to raise her sword to deflect the rapidly approaching ice orb. As for the Swarm, it was easy to deal with; she simply did a backflip to dodge it.

"Your magic will not defeat me!" Sylvanas growled. She narrowed her eyes, preparing to ram the Demon Lord, but suddenly the ground beneath her feet emitted a dazzling blue light. The Female Elf cried out in alarm and leaped away; the spot where she stood had instantly turned to ice. Sylvanas steadied herself, smoothly sheathing her sword in her right hand, spinning around to assume an archery stance. With a flick of her wrist, an arrow shot towards Anatheron.

The Demon Lord immediately parried the attack, but it came too fast. He clutched his heart and staggered back a step, his face turning deathly pale. The arrow had struck him in the chest.

It really was a demon. Sylvanas gritted her teeth; for an ordinary person, this arrow would have been fatal.

"Enough! This farce should end!" After seeing Anatheron's serious injuries, Reki Winterfrost began to take the Female Elf seriously. She was not as weak as they had imagined.

"You're next!"

Sylvanas most wanted to kill that Lich; she regarded him as Kel'Thuzad, even though he wasn't. But that didn't matter to the Female Elf. She wanted revenge for Quel'Thalas, for the dead King, and for Nathanos, even though she knew that Nathanos had never belonged to her.

A massive magic circle suddenly formed beneath her feet. The next second, Sylvanas cried out. She felt exhaustion creeping up from her feet and spreading rapidly. The magic circle was draining her vitality. At this rate, she would die!

The Elf Ranger didn't give up. She still had strength in her hands, and she realized the magic circle was being channeled by the Lich. Without a second's hesitation, Sylvanas fired an arrow at Leki Winterfrost. The lich, forced to halt his Lich to avoid the attack, allowed the Female Elf to escape his spell, Death and Decay.

Sylvanas snapped out of her daze and focused on dealing with the Lich; the situation had been extremely dangerous. But she also figured out how to defeat these two enemies. On the battlefield, strength wasn't enough; intelligence was equally crucial.

"Your magic is too weak!" she sneered. This sarcastic remark had an unexpected and devastating effect.

Reki Winterfrost was enraged. He was a powerful Blood Lich of the Burning Legion, appointed by Archimonde as the second-in-command of the Scourge. That title alone spoke volumes about his power, yet this Female Elf dared to mock him so brazenly! "I greatly admire your courage, Female Elf. In that case, let me show you the immense power bestowed upon me by Lord Archimonde."

His magic changed; the color changed from blue to blood red.

This must be a powerful spell, but it's exactly what Sylvanas wanted! She charged forward, closing the distance between herself and her opponent in a few strides. If she had thrust her sword down, she could have interrupted the Lich's spell, but she didn't. As she reached Reki Winterfrost, she suddenly turned and ran towards Anatheron, who was recovering his strength.

"Cunning Elf!" the Lich cursed in surprise. It was obvious the opponent intended to strike a fatal blow while the Demon Lord was off guard.

"You won't succeed!" Reki's magic was ready; it was Archimonde's power, which had an artistic yet terrifying name— Finger of Death.

"Go to hell!"

But in that instant, Sylvanas tensed up, betting all her luck on this moment. Second after second.

Her gaze met Anatheron's. Sylvanas sneered, "Come and test the power of your companion!"

The Female Elf leaped forcefully to the right, Anatheron was stunned, for the spell that had been aimed at the Ranger was now being fired at him.

"No..." Before the Demon Lord could finish speaking, he transformed into a bat with an expression of disbelief and scattered in all directions.

The Lich's face was devoid of flesh, so he couldn't express emotions, but at this moment he was truly stunned. "What have you done?" he demanded of Sylvanas, his eyes still fixed on the spot where Anatheron had vanished, completely unaware that the Female Elf had already aimed her arrow at his skeletal head. He thought of Archimonde's complete knowledge of the battlefield; the demon lord must have witnessed everything. How would he punish him?

The Lich was lost in thought when he heard the answer. Sylvanas's words, seemingly by accident, came back to him. "Your master will only bestow power upon his intelligent servants from now on."

The arrow pierced the Lich's glowing eye, and its massive body instantly twisted into a box. Sylvanas, without hesitation, immediately fired at the thing; whatever it was, it was certainly not a good thing.

The Female Elf stopped when the quiver was empty; the box had turned into a hedgehog and lost its original form.

Sylvanas, panting, thought to herself that it was finally over, and laboriously dragged herself back to the camp.

Jaina immediately helped her up and said to her with great joy, "That's amazing! You defeated them, and we're one step closer to victory."

"But we can't stay here any longer." After the great battle, Sylvanas still had her senses. She held Jaina's hand tightly and said, "They are all exhausted. Now... it's time to retreat."

The female mage nodded repeatedly, "We've gained precious time. Now we must retreat!"