Maiev Shadowsong looks very much in line with the night elves' mainstream aesthetics for women.
Or it should be said that there are no ugly women in night elves.
Hmm... Does this change to mean that all priestesses must have a dignified appearance?
After all, she is a woman serving the gods.
The feud between Maiev Shadowsong and Tyrande Whisperwind was nothing more than a third-rate romance in peaceful times.
Maiev's elder Tyrande was less than a hundred years old. In front of these two beauties whose ages exceeded five digits, a hundred years passed in a blink of an eye, and people only remembered that they were two people of the same age.
But the Shadowsong family were just commoners, while the Whispering Winds were high-borne elves.
This was Maiev's first impression of Tyrande - a noble lady with two little licking dogs by her side.
What really changed the relationship between Maiev and Tyrande was the war that affected the entire world.
The Burning Legion broke through the false pretense and wreaked havoc on the world. All night elves went to the battlefield, and the priestesses were no exception.
The lives of the elder sisters are like moths flying into the flame. There is no exception in the face of war. Maiev thought she was prepared to sacrifice.
Yet she survived.
Because the high priestess Dijana prepared the young priests for the deadly attack of the devil.
The hymn of the elves is fearless devotion.
There was no leader to go first, no elder to give priority. In the most difficult moment, the most valuable elf gave up his most precious life.
On her deathbed, looking at the place full of novices, Dejana chose Tyrande as her successor and ordered her to lead the priesthood to continue fighting.
Maiev was stunned, she thought it would be her.
But Maiev chose to abide by her mentor's orders.
The real root cause of the breakdown in the relationship between Maiev and Tyrande was an innocent scapegoat, Maiev Shadowsong's younger brother - Jarod Shadowsong.
By chance, the little guard captain of Black Crow Castle became the supreme commander of the night elf armed forces. He became the great project to turn the tide and save the world, and became the pride of the Shadowsong family.
Maiev was proud of her brother, from the bottom of her heart.
This is a counterattack by the commoner families against the upper elf nobles.
However, the most important brother in his life abandoned everything and evaporated at the most glorious moment, giving up the power he had at his fingertips.
As much as Maiev Shadowsong loved her brother before, she hated Jarod now, and even publicly called him the sinner of the night elves.
As a result, Malfurion and Tyrande, who had gained the supreme leadership of the night elves, also became the targets of Maiev's hatred.
Over the long years, Malfurion proved himself with impeccable results, and Maiev had to admit that Malfurion was a competent leader.
But Tyrande...
The two entered the cell one after another. Maiev waved her hand and the door was closed.
"Tylande, do you want to continue your willful behavior? Leave now, and I can pretend that nothing happened."
Maiev had calmed down by now, and she tried to make final negotiations.
"Maev, I don't understand what you're talking about. This time, I'm on official business, and you and your watchers resisted the order and didn't obey it... Now if you admit your mistake, I can pretend it's nothing." occur."
"Malfurion will not condone such behavior of yours."
"Then why do you think that annoying little guy Fandral would sign such an order?"
"of course……"
In the middle of speaking, Maiev was stunned.
"What happened to Malfurion?"
"Maev, with your status, these are not secrets at all, but jealousy makes you stay away from everyone. Put aside your prejudices, we need Illidan now."
"Impossible, don't forget that he was once Sargeras' lackey!"
"This is not the crime for which you imprisoned him."
"Don't even think about it!"
"I have official documents."
"Unless I..."
"Don't talk nonsense, I have no reason to want you to die."
With the absolute upper hand, Tyrande was rare and calm, and her words were actually well-founded.
Maiev was shaking with anger, and finally came up with a solution that surprised both her and Tyrande.
"Then let's have a fight, whoever wins will have the final say."
"Okay! How long has it been? How long has it been since I competed with Senior Maiev!"
"Hmph, my general is defeated."
"Hey, senior Maiev was so shameless when he bullied a child whose body was not fully developed."
When she was a trainee priest, Tyrande had just joined the priesthood for further training. She had been "educated" by Maiev very hard. If you have a lot of Tyrande, you will never hold a grudge.
By chance, Tyrande's heart actually became hot.
Scars are the badge of all warriors, regardless of gender.
The weak magic lamp served more as a warning, but the darkness could not obscure the sight of the night elves.
In the blink of an eye, Maiev rushed forward first.
Lifting the knees, kicking, turning around and digging out the waist, whipping, punching, and hugging, all to no avail.
The human residents of Stratholme could not imagine that Alonsos Faol was the descendant of Fist of the North Star, but the night elves would not find it incomprehensible that Tyrande was a martial arts master.
Ten thousand years is really too long.
But the horror of the Burning Legion is deeply engraved in the hearts of every survivor.
Tyrande never relaxed in her personal practice.
Whether it's magic or martial arts.
After using every trick to defeat Maiev's attack, Tyrande knew that he would win.
If it were a life-and-death fight with full armor, Tyrande would not be sure of victory. The berserkers in the shadows, such as the Watchers, and the Barsaka among the assassins, were very formidable opponents and the living gods of death who harvested lives.
But with the combination of fists and kicks at this time, Maiev's disadvantage was too great.
Her body and condition were fatal flaws.
Maiev's scarred body was filled with the experience of thousands of battles, but she was too tired.
Maiev rushed back one day and two nights without even taking a sip of water. She was too tired.
Maiev has been performing tasks in pain for tens of thousands of years, and she has stretched herself too tight.
Tyrande, on the other hand, was full of energy.
You even have time to take care of your skin.
So this is not a fair competition at all.
If Maiev Shadowsong didn't have the consciousness of killing, it would be impossible to defeat Tyrande in such a huge disadvantageous match.
But the proud Maiev stubbornly believed that apart from birth and bad luck, Tyrande's talent and hard work were not as good as hers.
Arrogance was the original sin that caused her defeat
From the simple combination of fists and kicks to the use of magic abilities, without the help of rune daggers for positioning, Maiev forcibly flashed to create a mobile phone opportunity, and the space cracks cut new wounds on her body.
But it had no effect. Tyrande summoned the owl spirit to perfectly block Maiev's strange punches.
When her plan failed, she used another move. Maiev took off her shirt, twisted it into a cloth stick, and then came up and swept it in Tyrande's face.
Tyrande glanced at Maiev's chest, feeling distressed that even these private parts were scarred, and at the same time showed a charming smile that said, "I won in this regard too."
Then the priestess reached out and took off the hair ring she used to tie her hair and put it on her hand. Her hair was disheveled and she had two tiger fingers.
"..."
"..."
Tyrande and Maiev were both stunned at the same time, and their movements paused slightly.
My heart is so dirty...
Heavy banging sounds were heard through the thick cell walls, and the elves outside the door felt that what was inside the cell was not the leader of the Watchers and the Priestess of the Moon, but two ancient behemoths.
After a long time, the sound of fighting stopped, the cell door rang, and Tyrande walked out with disheveled hair. Although the mooncloth was seriously damaged and there were bruises on both arms, everyone could see the uncontrollable pride and comfort.
Victory without force is also victory.
Tyrande understood that Maiev's tired body could not sustain a war of attrition. There was no way to win quickly, and the martial arts that the Warden was proud of were useless.
"Send the armor to Lord Maiev."
"Need not……"
Maiev walked out naked and put on the Watcher's armor piece by piece in front of everyone.
Then, Maiev herself opened the door to the cell where Illidan was held.
"Let's go."
Facing the three subordinates who stayed until the end, Maiev did not criticize anything, but left sadly.
Entering the cell and looking at Illidan whose five senses were blocked, Tyrande had mixed feelings.
Maiev did not seal Illidan away, but used a confinement spell to seal off Illidan's perception.
For these ten thousand years, Illidan has been living like this without feeling anything...
For a moment, Tyrande felt that he had been beaten lightly.
What a vicious punishment!
"Is it you, my flower?"
It was clear that all five senses were blocked and the connection with the world was stripped away, but the moment Tyrande walked in, Illidan raised his head and asked such a sentence.
Turning her back to everyone, the Priestess of the Moon burst into tears.
