" Vashj? It's you!"
Upon seeing the hideous Gorgon on the ground, Tyrande's voice was filled with disbelief. "You're still alive!"
"How could I bear to die if you don't die!"
Vashj's snake-like eyes glowed red with a white light, her twisted face filled with resentment. The Serpent Spine Longbow in her hand radiated a captivating light, while the Scepter of the Shallows in her other hand was exquisitely crafted with twisted patterns unique to the Naga. The Ring of Endless Coils shimmered with the colors of Arcane energy, and her specially tailored Sea-Witch's Garb accentuated Vashj's exceptionally curvaceous figure.
Before she became Naga, she must have been a true beauty among the Night Elf!
Now it's turned into this disgusting sight!
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with intense hatred.
Ten thousand years ago, Queen Azshara personally Devastation the ancient Kaldorei Empire. As the queen's personal handmaiden, Vashj naturally witnessed everything and was also an important participant in it.
Tyrande, along with Malfurion and others, thwarted Queen Azshara's plans, ultimately leading to the explosion of the Well of Eternity and causing countless Highborne to be cursed and transformed into Naga.
It can be said that Tyrande is an enemy of the entire Naga race, and a mortal enemy at that.
Ten thousand years ago, Vashj was of noble status, far surpassing Tyrande was just an ordinary priestess of the Temple of the Moon Goddess.
Ten thousand years have passed. Tyrande has become the highest-ranking leader of the Night Elf and the highest-ranking high priestess of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, while she remains Her Majesty the Queen's personal handmaiden, living a life shrouded in seclusion.
Now that these two women, who have lived for over ten thousand years, have met again, they are likely destined to be at odds.
" Lady Vashj! You tricked Illidan into doing such a foolish thing? You deserve to die!"
The Priestess of the Moon raised her hand, and a pure white pillar of moonlight suddenly appeared, striking the spot where Vashj was. In the split second before the moonlight descended, the Gorgon barely moved; her body vanished and reappeared twenty meters away. The two Naga royal guards and two Naga Banshee standing around her were struck directly by the pillar of moonlight and died instantly.
Naga qualified to serve as Vashj's personal guard must be an elite capable of facing high-ranking Warrior head-on. Moreover, the Naga race is born with extremely strong magic resistance, yet she was so easily defeated without even the slightest power to resist. Tyrande's strength is indeed extraordinary.
Vashj was just as good.
She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, her body moving swiftly across the ground to avoid potential attacks, while simultaneously firing three arrows at once.
The three arrows were shot in different directions, but the moment they left the bowstring, they changed their trajectories in mid-air, each arrow aimed at Tyrande.
This is the famous " Split Shot ".
Lady Vashj an archer who is absolutely no less Legendary than Shandris Feathermoon; her archery skills are terrifying.
But these three arrows flashing with Lightning did not hit Tyrande. Instead, they were struck in mid-air by three arrows carrying moonlight. Tyrande's arrows were equally skillful!
Storm Crow finally descended from high altitude to low altitude, then landed steadily, reverting to its Night Elf form—it was Malfurion.
Tyrande also came to the ground, bow and arrow in hand, her eyes fixed on the Gorgon in the distance.
" Illidan! Do you know what you're doing? You're Devastation Northrend! Stop casting your spells! Otherwise, I will have nature sentence you to death!" Malfurion's voice rang out.
Illidan ignored him, still concentrating on casting his spell.
The ritual reached its most crucial moment. He felt that he had activated all the power of the Eye of Sargeras, and it wouldn't be long before he could completely destroy the Frozen Throne and the Lich King.
This is a crucial part of his plan, and he absolutely cannot afford to fail.
More importantly, he now has absolutely no feelings for his biological brother.
It's not that he doesn't acknowledge his brother, but that his brother doesn't acknowledge him.
What can he do?
Kael'thas weighed the options,
Ultimately, they were unwilling to intervene and stop Malfurion themselves. Instead, they ordered all the High Elf to cast spells to maintain a large protective barrier, shielding Illidan from interference. As for Malfurion, they left him to the Naga.
The Naga numbered nearly three thousand, and soon, under Vashj's orders, they attacked Malfurion. In Vashj's eyes, Malfurion was just as despicable as Tyrande, and both had to be killed.
Although Malfurion was very powerful, no one gave him time to call upon nature's help. The Naga were also quite strong and quickly surrounded Malfurion.
Tyrande was also tightly bound by Vashj, and with the other Naga surrounding her, she was struggling to protect herself, let alone interfere with Illidan.
Kael'thas watched all this, but he didn't relax at all, because there was an even more terrifying enemy lurking in the shadows.
A flash of cold light appeared, and the moon silently materialized, instantly claiming the life of a High Elf mage.
Kael'thas, who had been waiting for this moment, finally locked onto Maiev. A gravity spell he had prepared took effect immediately, fixing Maiev in place, the immense gravity preventing her from leaving.
Kael'thas's spellcasting ability is naturally extremely strong. Once he controls Maiev's rhythm and slows Maiev down, then it's his turn to perform.
At this moment, Kael'thas was filled with Resentment towards Maiev. Too many of his brethren had died at Maiev's hands, and he decided to kill Maiev!
But the next moment, Kael'thas's expression suddenly changed.
Because Maiev disappeared!
Her body went from being clearly visible to becoming blurry. In almost a second, it completely disappeared, becoming entirely invisible.
The gravity spell failed to trap her; she escaped the spell's effective range—who knows how she did it!
Kael'thas completely lost his lock on Maiev, which made him realize that catching and killing that Watchers was really too difficult, almost impossible.
He needs to understand Maiev better; he needs to find Maiev's weaknesses in order to deal with her.
But at least for now, he has bought Illidan time.
The ritual has reached its final stage. In just one minute, Illidan will complete it, unleashing the full power of the Eye of Sargeras, utterly destroying the Frozen Throne, erasing the Lich King from the world, and stripping Arthas of almost all his power.
Then, he will find Arthas and avenge his father himself.
No one can stop this.
Malfurion couldn't get through at all, Tyrande was tightly entangled by Vashj, and although Maiev was out of control, with her abilities, it was impossible for her to break through the barrier woven by so many High Elf elf mages in just one minute.
Needless to say, he could spot Maiev and stop her as soon as she got close.
Everything will be settled in a minute.
He no longer needs to fight Malfurion; everything here will be irrelevant to him.
But who can grant him his wish?
"Finally, it's done." A familiar voice rang out, Kael'thas looked up sharply, seeing a familiar figure in the sky, flapping golden-white wings, shaking his head and sighing softly.
"As expected of High Elf mage's barrier, it's far superior to those of the Undead. Prince Kael'thas, your mastery of Arcane Magic is indeed far superior to Kel'Thuzad's. It took you a full ten minutes... Fortunately, you still managed to finish!"
Jiang Jie sighed, and the orange bow Thori'dal appeared in his hand.
He gently drew the bow, and a golden-white energy arrow appeared.
"Yes, that's it, one of the few weaknesses... Kael'thas, it's not your fault. The design of this magical barrier is perfect, but your subordinates' spellcasting abilities aren't perfect enough, so some minor flaws occurred... For me, that's sufficient."
Jiang Jie chuckled, his face, set against the golden-white light, possessing an almost holy quality, like an archangel descended from heaven.
He released his grip, and the arrow left the bowstring. "Then, break!"