Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You have your pursuits, and I have mine, Archimonde. I don't think there is any need for us to conflict on this matter."

In the halls of Antorus and the Burning Throne, Kil'jaeden spoke to the Defiler's communication projection in a slow tone from the fiery demon throne:

"Before Argus was taken by the Legion, before we dedicated our homeland to Lord Sargeras, you knew the soul bond between Velen and I.

I have no intention of letting you hide my desire.

That's right!

You are right. I allowed the Azeroth Expeditionary Force to siege the city of Krokuun in the hope that they would have a premonition that everything would go well and launch a larger expedition.

I'm luring the enemy deeper, knowing Velen won't miss such an expedition. "

The always cunning Deceiver is now very candid as he descends the skull-encrusted staircase from his burning throne.

In the remains of burning hoofprints, it said to Archimonde:

"I know that I will eventually have a fateful showdown with my good brother in this withered hometown. This time he will have nowhere to escape. Those betrayals, those conflicts, and those pains will all be finally released.

This matter has no impact on the interests of the legion.

I have communicated my plan to Lord Aggramar, and he has been persuaded by me and agreed to my execution.

Since the rebels of Azeroth hope to have a final showdown with the Legion in our realm, why don't we satisfy their wild fantasies? "

The fraudster sneered a few times and said:

"It will be easier for our demons to defeat Azeroth's rebels in the Fel Sanctuary than to invade their strange world and slaughter them.

Give them something sweet first.

Let them send all the warriors who have sworn to defend the world into our battlefields, and let them die in despair with full confidence.

What's left for the Legion is a world full of cowards and cowards, and we don't even need to put in much effort to conquer Azeroth for Lord Sargeras.

Just as the star soul of Argus is about to be born today, that will also be the future of Azeroth.

The Burning Legion will once again have a holy land filled with evil energy, and the infusion of star souls from the two worlds will make the Legion's warriors even more invincible.

That was the end of the Burning Crusade.

This is my plan, my dear Archimonde, can you find any fault with it? "

"I'm not here to find fault, Kil'jaeden, and I have no doubts about your evil wisdom."

Facing the Deceiver's honesty, Archimonde's originally angry voice softened a bit. Perhaps sensing that Kil'jaeden really wanted to have a serious talk with it, the Defiler changed his tone and said:

"As you said, you have your desires, and I have my pursuits. What really makes me angry is that you clearly knew that Black Shaw, who had humiliated me, had entered Argus, but you still concealed this information from me.

you know.

After I was humiliated by that little bug, I had been eager to torture him and take back with my own hands what he had taken from me.

Haha, I have no intention of getting involved in your and Viren's affairs. I have known for a long time that the relationship between you is very complicated, and the complexity is daunting.

In terms of seniority, I, a ‘latecomer’, am unable to intervene in the personal conflicts between the two consuls. "

The Defiler let out a weird laugh, a trace of hatred flashed in its burning eyes, and said:

"But Black Shaw is mine! And there is an unexpected reward this time. Fraudster, do you know how I confirmed Black Shaw's traces?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

Kil'jaeden despised the foolhardy Archimonde.

But it's well disguised.

And it is also curious about how the Defiler, who is still trekking to the galaxy where Argus is currently located with his fleet in the stars, knows about the situation here even though he has blocked the news?

The Deceiver can be sure that it has cruelly eliminated the Defiler's presence on Argus.

"The echoes I left in Mac'Aree were wiped out."

Archimonde moved his fingers wrapped with evil energy and said in a deep voice:

"It was torn to pieces by one of our 'old friends' in a very cruel way. He was like a wild beast, tearing my echo to pieces with his hands and teeth.

It's crazy.

Do you remember Thakir? "

"Of course, the crazy old man who cultivated you with all his heart and regarded you as his successor but was stabbed in the back by you coldly, the founder and inspirer of the Arcane Academy, and the pioneer of the Eredar civilization's research on evil energy."

Kil'jaeden told Thal'kiel's past in detail, and it sighed:

"He was the first Eredar to listen to Lord Sargeras' revelation of power, and he can be considered our predecessor. Unfortunately, he was not wise enough and indecisive, which led to his miserable and sad ending.

I remember you made his skull into an artifact and gave it to your subordinates to use, but your incompetent subordinates lost him? "

"It wasn't lost, it was snatched away."

Archimonde said with an unhappy look:

"The shameful Nathrezim Lord Mephistros, that incompetent bastard foolishly stepped into the trap set for it by Black Shaw. Not only did it lose the artifact I gave it, but it also caused it to be imprisoned in Azeroth, escaped not long ago.

But that's actually not a bad thing.

I can imagine with my hoof the hatred that mad Thal'kiel feels for me, and driven by that hatred he has formed an alliance with the shameful Black.

It was his echoes in the ruins of the Arcanum that destroyed me, allowing me to glimpse his and Black's existence.

That's what I want to say to you, Kil'jaeden!

I will not intervene in any conflict between you and Velen. My fleet can also be placed under your command. I am even willing to obey your command in the final battle of Argus.

But you can't interfere with my 'private affairs' with Blake Shaw and Thal'kiel. "

"No problem, I am willing to give you the opportunity to deal with them."

The Deceiver flapped its wings and laughed. It rubbed its chin with its sharp fingers, blinked and said to Archimonde:

"Well, just in case you can't trust me, I'll hand over the command of the Crokuen area to you, and you will be responsible for fighting the advance troops head-on.

Black Shaw will be on the battlefield, no doubt about it.

Until then, you can 'play' with that shameful pirate to your heart's content, but I have only one request, Defiler, that you must retreat at the last moment.

You can't scare the Azeroth Expeditionary Force, you know what I mean? "

"Understood, lure the enemy deeper, give them a little sweetness, and let them advance triumphantly in the illusion of victory."

The Polluter laughed, very satisfied with the support of the Deceiver, and said:

"I will take the initiative to destroy Nasrax Fortress after executing the shameful alien pirates to give them a victory. At the moment when Lord Argus is about to be born, the evil energy spring there is useless.

We can still work well together, Kil'jaeden.

Just like this time, we each get what we need. "

"Yes, yes, we used to be too obsessed with personal grudges and ignored the possibility of cooperation. We were both wrong about this. Maybe this time it will be a good start.

Then I won't interrupt your journey, polluter. "

Kil'jaeden nodded and said:

"Your fleet will land directly at the starport in the Antolan Wasteland. I will arrange for the War Council to guide your route. Do you need jump service?"

"No need!"

Archimonde shook his head and said:

"I have already approached the Draenor star field. I will return to Argus in two days at most. I will land directly on Krokuun, and I will also detach some fleets to bomb the miserable world of Draenor.

We can probably thank Azeroth's rebels for using it as a frontline for their war.

This allows us to send the Legion directly into Azeroth through the Dark Portal after destroying those stupid rebels, which also saves the Legion the trouble of an expedition.

They are so considerate, even the path to their own destruction is laid out so neatly, hahahaha. "

In the midst of wild laughter, the phantom projection of the Defiler disappeared above the Legion communicator. After confirming that the communication had been interrupted, the Deceiver in the Burning Hall also let out a very similar evil laugh.

Of course, it is not happy to "bury the hatchet" with the polluters.

It just mocks Archimonde's ignorance and arrogance.

Obviously the Defiler didn't know how far the "little bug" it hated, Black Shaw, had grown. The Deceiver touched his heart, where there was still a terrifying sword mark that went straight through the heart.

That was the "memorial" Black left for it in the world of Draenor.

The coquettish and fatal killing sword at that time has made the Deceiver unforgettable to this day. Although it was a super-powerful attack made by Black with the help of Draenor's world artifact, it was so fatal to the great demon itself. The power of the Pirates today has been proven.

Archimonde foolishly thinks too highly of itself and views its enemies from the same old perspective, dooming it to a terrible defeat.

Even it itself will be compensated.

"To lure the enemy deeper, you always need a victim of sufficient weight. If even the powerful Defiler dies at the hands of the heroes of Azeroth, then they will definitely have no doubt about the 'weakness' of the Burning Legion. "

Kil'jaeden returned to his throne. It picked up another piece of information and browsed it in its hand. It thought expressionlessly:

"As Archimonde said, the evil heart of Nasrax Fortress is no longer necessary now that the 'Destroyer' Argus is about to be born."

"Come on, heroes!

Take the victory I offer with both hands, greedily swallow this poisonous bait, and then confidently project your most powerful power onto the desperate land of Argus to crush the authority of evil and save your world. world!

I don't care about your victory or defeat, and I don't care how many demons die.

I want Velen

I just want Velen! "

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"Oh, bastard!"

On the flagship of the demon fleet that quickly rushed to the world of Argus among the stars, Archimonde the Defiler, who had finished assimilating with Kil'jaeden, sat on his skull throne and cursed with disdain:

"It seems that my disguise was so successful that Kil'jaeden really mistook me for a foolhardy fool. He wanted to use my failure to consolidate his position in the Legion as a way to show his power. Reliable and capable.

But it actually thinks that I will act according to its arrangements?

What an arrogant bastard. "

The big evil blue giant sneered.

It felt proud that it had deceived the fraudster by pretending to be "stupid".

After letting out continuous laughter, Archimonde restrained his smile and looked at the group of eredar demon lords standing under the throne.

It narrowed its eyes and looked at their leader, the idiot who called himself the "King of the Eredar".

The polluter said:

"Thaqir is back. My subordinates, you were all once a part of the Arcane Academy. I think you should have some experience of Thaqir's revenge and rage.

I must tell you that Thalqir is very dangerous right now.

It allowed madness and anger to shape itself into a being even more terrifying than the devil.

If I leave you alone, no matter where you escape, the old madman will catch up and find you, and then crush you to death one by one.

I have no doubt about it! "

"But we know you will not give up on us, Lord Archimonde, and our loyalty to you is as bright as the sun!"

King Jaraxxus, the former Grand Chancellor of the Academy and now the Demon Lord of Eredar, bowed his head and said flatteringly:

"I am extremely confident that we will win under your leadership. Kil'jaeden, that idiot who is obsessed with the past, is not qualified to lead us!

You are the true leader of the eredar. "

"Haha, let's save these words for after you survive this war."

Archimonde sneered and said:

"I will go back to Argus to deal with my grievances with Thal'kiel and Black Shaw, but you have to bring the best of my fleet to Draenor!

Kil'jaeden's idiot's obsession with Velen has made him obsessive, and he actually expects Velen to step into his trap. It's really sad.

As the elite resistance forces in Azeroth and Draenor prepare to cross the star sea, the defenses around Velen must have been weakened.

Go to the world where he is hiding, capture him and bring him to me! "

The polluter flexed his fingers, narrowed his eyes and said:

"As long as I have control of Velen's fate, I have control of Kil'jaeden's only weakness, and I will make that arrogant fool kneel before me of his own free will.

Azeroth would be the final stop of the Burning Crusade, and after the Legion captured the star soul, the dark pantheon of Sargeras' men would truly be established.

At that time, the demons became dispensable to the Lord of the Star Sea.

With His cold mind, once we lose our usefulness, we will be treated as pathetic cannon fodder and thrown into the endless war with the void. We must make plans in advance.

Velen's unparalleled prophecy has prepared him for this moment.

You must find him and capture him, not only to control Kil'jaeden, but also for the future of the eredar, perhaps.

Perhaps we cannot place all our hopes on the path of evil. "

"Your Excellency, you are far-sighted!"

King Jaraxxus immediately flattered him, but was glared hard by the Defiler. Archimonde was unwilling to say anything more to this flattering idiot.

It stood up and looked at the Holy Land of Evil Energy that had appeared at the edge of the Star Sea. It said to a Dread Lord next to it:

"I will not go into the battlefield alone. I need someone who can help me attract attention and help me die at the critical moment. Where is Mannoroth the Destroyer?

Summon that bellicose fool.

Tell it that I have an invitation to war that will definitely satisfy it.

Let it come as quickly as possible! "