"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 captured 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 just 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, and I know Velen won't miss an expedition like this."

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

In the remaining 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 be finally released.

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

I have informed Lord Aggramar of my plan, and he was persuaded by me and agreed to my execution.

Since the rebels of Azeroth hope to have a final battle 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 battlefield, and let them die in despair with full confidence.

What was left to the Legion was a world full of cowards and cowards, and we didn'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, it 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 frankness, Archimonde's originally angry voice softened a bit. Perhaps sensing that Kil'jaeden really wanted to have a serious talk with him, 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 completely disgraced by that little bug, I have been eager to torture him and take back with my own hands what he took 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.

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

The fraudster can be sure that it has completely eliminated the polluter's presence in Argus through cruel methods.

"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 apart 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 Thal'kiel?"

"Of course, the crazy old man who carefully trained you 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 to study 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 is also our predecessor. Unfortunately, he was not wise enough and indecisive, which led to his miserable and sad ending.

I remember that 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 stolen."

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, I just escaped not long ago.

But that's actually not a bad thing.

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

It was his echo in the ruins of the Arcane Academy 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 in my ‘private affairs’ with Black 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 Crokuon area to you, and you will be responsible for fighting the advance troops head-on.

Blackshaw will be on the battlefield, no doubt about it.

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

You can't scare the Azeroth Expeditionary Force, do you understand 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. Both of us were wrong about this. Maybe this time it will be a good start.

Then, I won’t disturb 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 at most two days. 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 trouble of the Legion expedition.

They are so considerate, even the road 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, and 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 could be so fatal to the great demon itself.

The power of pirates today has been proven.

Archimonde foolishly thinks too highly of itself and views its enemies with old eyes, which is doomed to lead 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. He picked up another piece of information and browsed it in his hand. He thought expressionlessly:
To be continued...