Galen was thoroughly enjoying the old show, while Arthas and his generals in front of the Nighthold were furious. Of course, they probably wouldn't need their lungs anymore.
"Prince Arthas, let's attack together! I've severed the magic flow from the Nightwell, she doesn't have much magic to replenish!"
Arthas couldn't stand it. He was an arrogant person who couldn't bear others talking about him, and he had been impatient after being mocked by Elisande.
He shouted, "Bold words for a mana wretch!"
After speaking, Arthas took the lead and charged out. Kel'Thuzad and Dar'Khan exchanged glances and began to cast spells to disrupt the surrounding magic network structure, preventing Elisande from teleporting away.
The remaining members of the Duskwatch, led by the Chief Spellblade, guarded Elisande. They were covered in wounds and at their last gasp.
At this time, Galen also saw the Grand Magistrix holding an item emitting a hazy light. It was the Titan-created artifact: the Eye of Aman'thul.
It seemed that the Grand Magistrix wanted to abandon Suramar and the Nightwell.
After all, compared to the Burning Legion's power, the Scourge was hardly worth mentioning. Elisande hadn't seen the terrifying future yet, and the Burning Legion's star destroyers hadn't reached Azeroth. A mere group of undead couldn't destroy the Grand Magistrix's mind.
This was also why Galen didn't know about Elisande's evacuation measures when the Nightwell had problems. At this time, she was still a qualified leader who put the people first.
Or perhaps most people misunderstood the Grand Magistrix, Suramar's number one blamer. After all, she blamed the night elves, high elves, and blood elves after she joined the Burning Legion.
Just like Kael'thas, didn't he also say those arrogant and cool things in Tempest Keep and Magister's Terrace?
Perhaps Elisande was also a leader who bore the burden for her race.
Perhaps her corruption was a last resort.
After all, she joined the Burning Legion because Suramar would be destroyed by demons in the next moment, and she had to compromise.
If it weren't for her joining, Suramar would have been reduced to ruins, and the Nightborne would have been exterminated. Where would Thalyssra and her Nightfallen rebellion have had the chance to unite with the Alliance and Horde to successfully revolt?
History is written by the victors, and the losers can only be swept into the dust.
Elisande's desperate breakout made Galen realize a completely different Grand Magistrix, and Galen decided to give her a hand.
Galen took out a large amount of holy water, then patted Ancagalon's back, and then the two, one dragon and one person, started shadow bombing.
The containers filled with holy water exploded upon landing, splashing water everywhere.
The undead were like they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, their bodies emitting white smoke, and then they lost all their power and scattered on the ground.
Both sides in the battle looked towards the sky.
Unfortunately, Galen had deliberately had Ancagalon increase the distance, after all, air drops didn't need too high precision. There were so many undead, just throw it randomly, plus the invisibility magic cast by Ancagalon, they didn't find anything.
Seeing such an opportunity, Elisande immediately led the Duskwatch to break through to the side of the Nighthold. She had reserved a ship there, and as long as they got on the ship, they could leave.
With the Eye of Aman'thul, they Nightborne could rise again!
The premise was that the Eye of Aman'thul could be successfully sent out!
"Kel'Thuzad, pay attention to the sky, stop those damned holy water. Dar'Khan, let your San'layn attack from the sky, don't let them run away!"
The Duskwatch's Chief Spellblade used all kinds of peak mortal sword techniques. In his life, he deliberately didn't study magic, but used the power of the Nightwell to increase his reaction and movement speed to a level beyond the mortal limit.
The sword blade flew, unknowingly piercing the throats of the San'layn attacking from the sky. Seeing that they were not far from the edge of the Nighthold, Arthas began to gather dark power in Frostmourne.
Arthas pulled the reins with his left hand, and the skeletal mount neighed, charging straight towards Melandrus, raising the giant sword in his right hand and stabbing straight down.
Melandrus met the rune greatsword without flinching, slamming his weapon hard against Frostmourne!
Unfortunately, his weapon shattered into millions of pieces in an instant, and then the rune sword pierced his body!
The blade was so cold, he felt like a piece of ice was piercing through his body.
Melandrus fell.
Arthas turned his head and said contemptuously to Elisande: "You're next!"
The magic-depleted Grand Magistrix tried to draw the power of Aman'thul from her hand, but unfortunately, without the Nightwell's series of conversion arrays and facilities, the physical body could hardly mobilize the nearly depleted artifact, and instead suffered backlash, aggravating her injuries!
Seeing that Frostmourne was already attacking, Elisande's heart was filled with unwillingness!
Without the Eye of Aman'thul, although the Nightborne would not be exterminated, their decline was inevitable, and they would eventually have to rely on Eldre'Thalas.
Just a few hundred years ago...
She had spoken wildly, mocking their prince Galen'Remar, wondering if this legendary hero would hold a grudge...
Faced with death, Elisande's eyes were already showing her life like a revolving lantern.
A promising youth, she was promoted to Magistrix with her outstanding talent, valued by Queen Azshara, and guarded Suramar, competing with the priestesses of the Temple of Elune.
During the War of the Ancients, she chose to openly confront the Queen, fighting against the Burning Legion in Suramar together with the rebel army. Finally, the wild god Ashamane delayed the speed of the demon army with her life, buying Elisande time to hide Suramar.
In the following ten thousand years, she ruled the surviving Suramar people, but Suramar was never able to become strong. The population growth required more magic and resources, but the nobles, as the cornerstone of ruling the people, were seeking more benefits, and the Grand Magistrix was exhausted.
The birth of Mana Wine briefly gave her hope, but Suramar's solidified class made her helpless, and she could only watch the nobles play the game of exile...
"What am I doing..."
"Why did I feel lost because of the fog in the timeline and didn't open the barrier to let my people come into contact with the outside world..."
"Suramar..."
"No!"
Just as Frostmourne pierced the magic shield condensed by the Grand Magistrix with her last magic and pierced her heart, a shadow descended from the sky with a whistling wind!
Boom!
Smoke and dust filled the area around Elisande and Arthas!
Arthas had to choose to retreat.
When the smoke cleared, Arthas saw a night elf with a shining greatsword on his back, holding Elisande by the back of her neck with one hand, jumping off the platform.
A blue dragon took them into the sky and disappeared into the sea!