How could Thrall accept the conditions offered by the Emissary? He roared in exasperation:
"Impossible! Vol'jin is just my slave. I've never treated him like a human being. How can a slave be qualified to be the Warchief?"
With people's hearts corrupted, morality decayed, Order collapsed, even slaves are about to rebel—what kind of order is this?
Thrall felt as if it were the end of the world, his mind in turmoil, pacing back and forth in front of the Emissary.
"Chaos! Everything is in chaos! How can this be? I will never allow Vol'jin to become Warchief! He's just a lowly Darkspear Trolls, not even worth a toe of Orcs."
The Emissary looked at Thrall with some helplessness, pointing to his tired face and saying:
"You think I didn't try? But Elune, supports Vol'jin. It's all your and Garrosh's fault; you're utterly incompetent."
Thrall, unwilling to accept defeat, retorted loudly, "I don't believe Vol'jin can do better than me; after all, he's just a useless Troll."
The Emissary coldly said, "Don't you know what you and Garrosh have done? The Orcs in the Caverns of Time have only lost less than five percent of their strength. Vol'jin's plan is even more ingenious; he wants to lead Azeroth into a war among the heavens."
Thrall was startled. "You mean war with the Burning Legion? Fool! The Legion's technology is at least ten thousand years ahead of Azeroth. How are we supposed to fight against the Legion Star Destroyers, with axes?"
The Emissary shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that. Vol'jin has already devised a plan and successfully persuaded Elune Thrall. Considering our many years of working together, you should go into seclusion after the Battle of Orgrimmar. Times have changed, and you've grown old."
Thrall sensed danger; if he didn't withdraw, he feared he wouldn't meet a good end. He cautiously asked:
"And what about Garrosh? What will he do?"
The Emissary shrugged and said, "He will die, or someone else will die in his place. In any case, his end will be terrible. You should feel lucky that you are not the one sitting on the throne of the Warchief now. Don't be so stubborn."
Thrall touched his bald head and said self-deprecatingly:
"What was the point of everything I did, and what did I get in return? I'm truly unwilling to retire like this. What about the Beast Emperor's plan?"
The Emissary patted Thrall on the shoulder. "The Beast Emperor Plan is on hold for now. Let's go, I'll go deal with the Ogre Jaina for you."
Outland, Hellfire Peninsula.
The sky was like a burning fire, and the scorching heatwave baked the bare earth.
Pit Lord Magtheridon lay deep within Hellfire Citadel, groaning in pain.
As a high-ranking Demons of the Burning Legion, Magtheridon is difficult to kill; even if his physical body is destroyed, he will be reborn in the Void.
But he was unwilling to fail like this, after all, even Pit Lord has his pride and doesn't want to be ridiculed by his people.
A Fel Orcs rushed in, anxiously reporting, "My lord, it's terrible! The Alliance has dispatched troops from Honor Hold and has completely surrounded Hellfire Citadel!"
"Alliance?"
Magtheridon asked in surprise, "Are there any Draenei?"
"There are no Draenei; it's mostly humans."
Magtheridon roared, "How dare a mere human enter my territory? Help me up, I can still fight!"
Supported by a large number of Fel Orcs, the still-wounded Magtheridon climbed the city wall.
Outside Hellfire Citadel, the Alliance army, clad in gleaming armor, stretched as far as the eye could see. Magtheridon paid them no heed, his face contorted with rage as he sneered:
"Prepare the Legion's cannons; the mere Alliance will surely be reduced to ashes under the Legion's wrath."
Inside Hellfire Citadel is a Legion Cannon capable of turning the Battlefield into a sea of Fel Flames in an instant. The humans of Azeroth mostly use melee weapons, and the few mage units they have are only Entry the basic level of magic. Under the roar of the cannon, they will only be left with countless ashes.
"Wait, what's that?"
Magtheridon, with his sharp eyes, noticed that among the Alliance army were some different soldiers. Although they wore Alliance uniforms, their aura was completely different from that of the human soldiers.
"Those are the Forsaken!" Magtheridon's eyes darted around, and he whispered, "Cease firing the cannons. Let me think about it."
A Fel Orcs asked in a low voice:
"My lord, why do you fear the Forsaken?"
Magtheridon slapped the talkative Fel Orcs away. "Foolish! Why would I fear the Forsaken? It's just that Lord Kil'jaeden said he particularly admired Sylvanas and instructed me not to kill her on the Battlefield, adding that she would be resurrected even if she died."
The Fel Orcs got up, blinked, and asked again, "Could it be that Sylvanas, like you, is Demons of the Legion?"
Magtheridon's gaze turned grave. "In this universe, it's not just Demons that can be resurrected."
Deep within Hellfire Citadel, Magtheridon, enduring his injuries, activated Legion communications.
Kil'jaeden's face appeared within the Legion Orb, sizing up Magtheridon, and he laughed:
"You're injured. Who beat you up like this? Heh, how could a general of the Burning Legion, the former King of Outland, be so weak?"
Magtheridon is a servant of Mannoroth the Destructor. Mannoroth once served as Archimonde's Adjutant. After Archimonde the Defiler died at Mount Hyjal, Mannoroth was under the control of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver. Kil'jaeden was one rank below Magtheridon, so he dared not act rashly.
"My lord, the Alliance is besieging Hellfire Citadel, and many Forsaken are among them. How should I deal with this?"
Kil'jaeden closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. As the intelligent leader of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden received countless pieces of information every moment, analyzed and summarized them, and then issued appropriate orders.
Kil'jaeden quickly opened his eyes:
"The purpose of the Fel Orcs is to help Thrall seize the position of Warchief. We have a deal with the mysterious entity that supports Thrall. The latest news is that Elune, has abandoned Thrall, so this cooperation is meaningless. Azeroth is a breeding ground for high-quality souls, but we cannot drain the pond to catch all the fish. Come back; that plan should be launched now."
Magtheridon's eyes widened. "My lord, you mean Shadow of Argus Plan?"
Kil'jaeden nodded. "The major powers in the universe have offered different solutions on how to more efficiently harvest the souls of Azeroth. Currently, we have the advantage and should be able to gain Elune's favor."
Magtheridon was puzzled. "Why would the Legion help Elune?"
Kil'jaeden sneered, "This is all Lord Sargeras's doing. You, a Pit Lord, had better not ask too many questions and mind your own business."
Magtheridon dared not say more. After finishing his communication with Kil'jaeden, Magtheridon prepared the Legion Portal.
The massive figure had barely crossed the Portal when the Legion's cannons in Hellfire Citadel activated their self-destruct sequence. Shortly after, a huge explosion rang out, a mushroom cloud rose from Hellfire Citadel, buildings collapsed, walls were broken into pieces, and countless Fel Orcs were killed or wounded.
Varian led his army into Hellfire Citadel. The Fel Orcs offered little resistance, and Varian was astonished by the easy victory.
Sylvanas, dressed in full military attire, entered Hellfire Citadel, staring intently at the Legion cannons that were reduced to mere pedestals, her gaze gradually deepening.