In the Light's Hope Chapel, Aman'Thul sat alone by the window, gazing at the sky over the Plaguelands, lost in thought.
The beautiful innkeeper Jessica Chambers, served him a glass of Morning Dew Wine.
Aman'Thul nodded politely, examining the sapphire-like liquid in his glass.
Thinking back to its former glory, it's hard to describe in words. The magnificent Pantheon could destroy planets with a wave of its hand, turning billions of lives into dust. Titans prostrated themselves at its feet, willingly becoming its Servants and doing as it pleased.
But now, on a backward, indigenous planet, he is disguised as a Draenei, rejoicing over this cup of murky liquid.
Destiny is so ironic; the value of life lies in experience and reflection. The experiences on the Azeroth Planet will surely become precious memories in the long journey of life.
Just as he was lost in thought, the Communication Gem in his arms vibrated again.
"That Imp Khadgar is really persistent."
Aman'Thul drank half a cup of Morning Dew Wine, took out the Communication Gem and placed it on the table. After Khadgar's countless requests, he finally accepted the invitation.
Khadgar's image appeared before Aman'Thul. Suddenly accepted, Khadgar seemed somewhat unaccustomed to it, his expression changing several times before finally revealing his signature faint smile.
"Amado, long time no see," Khadgar greeted politely.
Aman'Thul raised an eyebrow. "What, Khadgar, aren't you going to ask me why I betrayed Imperator Mar'gok?"
Khadgar smiled:
"Is the answer even more obvious? You can betray Velen, and you can betray others. Your ambitions are vast, and I suspect you're not solely serving the Burning Legion."
Aman'Thul shrugged. "It's a misunderstanding. In fact, I have nothing to do with the Burning Legion."
Khadgar nodded without surprise and sat down across from him like an old friend.
"I know your plans in Theramore. Human wave tactics are the only way to counter them. Chen Stormstout had no choice, but all of this is just to lull you into a false sense of security."
Aman'Thul's lips curled slightly. "You're planning an assassination, aren't you? Your men once went into the Timeless Isle looking for Xuen."
Khadgar looked surprised. "Your intelligence is quite good, but unfortunately we didn't get what we wanted. There's no sign of Xuen on the Timeless Isle. Fortunately, we've found new allies."
Aman'Thul chuckled and said, "What a naive plan. Do you know who you're facing? No one in Azeroth can kill me."
"Someone once said the same thing," Khadgar chuckled. "When Garona entered Stormwind City, someone warned King Llane. The King was just as confident as you, but unfortunately, he still died at Garona's hands. The weapon that pierced his chest was the infamous artifact Kingslayer."
Aman'Thul sneered, "Don't compare me to that lowly, short-lived creature."
Khadgar laughed, "You will soon meet the Kingslayer."
"Are you kidding me?"
Aman'Thul turned off the Communication Gem and spread his divine sense. Inside the Light's Hope Chapel, only the proprietress Jessica was present, with a few patrolling Sentinels at a distance outside.
No Stealth can get close to Aman'Thul undetected, unless
The innkeeper!
Suddenly, Aman'Thul thought of something. The beautiful and slender innkeeper's expression changed abruptly. Two sharp fangs appeared at the corners of her mouth, and her muscular body bulged, transforming from slender to robust. A pair of black daggers suddenly thrust forward.
"Garona, how is this possible?"
Aman'Thul has always been confident in his ethereal abilities, which have long transcended the realm of magic. He believes that no disguise in Azeroth can escape his eyes.
Jessica had been replaced by Garona at some point, but her speed was like slow motion in Aman'Thul's eyes. If he wanted, Aman'Thul could cut her body into 3,500 pieces and then calmly return to the table to complete the process, without Garona even having time to take a single step.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and Aman'Thul felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.
There's something wrong with the Morning Dew Wine.
But what poison is effective against Aman'Thul?
In the past ten thousand years, only the Night Elf race have successfully imprisoned Aman'Thul, but that was backed by the power of the Elune.
Could it be?
Aman'Thul concentrated all his strength and barely managed to move half a step, skillfully avoiding Garona's attack.
Looking at Garona's eyes again, the pupils and irises had disappeared, leaving only a bright, snow-white expanse, like the pure moonlight.
The two almost brushed past each other, and a dark power emanated from Aman'Thul, successfully flowing into Garona's body.
Garona immediately collapsed to the ground, weak and trembling, her limbs spasming and unable to fight.
Aman'Thul breathed a sigh of relief; he needed time to neutralize the toxins in the Morning Dew Wine.
A surprising thing happened: Garona's dagger suddenly flew over, enveloped in intense Shadow power, and pierced deeply into Aman'Thul's chest.
"The Dark Side of the Moon."
Aman'Thul understood the true origin of this artifact; no wonder King Llane could not escape assassination attempts no matter what.
The Shadow power of the Dark Side of the Moon seeped into his body, Aman'Thul gave a bitter smile as a dark aura flew out from the top of his head.
Draenei the Amado's body quickly rotted away, leaving not even bones behind. Suddenly, a guard at the Light's Hope Chapel trembled for no apparent reason, his eyes revealing a cunning glint.
Although he had taken over the body of a guard, Aman'Thul's soul was severely damaged and his strength greatly reduced. He dared not linger and immediately used a teleportation spell to leave.
When Baron Thalassos arrived, the Light's Hope Chapel was already empty. The Sentinels searched the surrounding area and found the innkeeper's wife tied up in a cellar not far away.
The baron frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly found a Gryphon and left.
Not long after, a loud dragon roar echoed above the Light's Hope Chapel. A Holy Dragon, nearly identical in size to the Red Dragon Queen, descended in a spiral, transforming into human form upon landing. It was none other than the Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring, who had regained his power.
Tirion Fordring entered the Light's Hope Chapel and addressed the generals of the Plaguelands.
"Our great leader Amado has been assassinated, and I will avenge this. From this day forward, I, Tirion Fordring, leader of the Argent Crusade, the great Savior who personally slew the Lich King Arthas from the Frozen Throne, am your new leader. Anyone who dares to disobey will die."
Grommash Hellscream the first to kneel down, loudly pleading, "Great leader Tirion Fordring, from this day forward you are my master, and I am willing to be your most loyal dog."
In the Barrens, Khadgar breathed a long sigh of relief, "The assassination went very smoothly. Amado is dead, and Tirion Fordring has taken his place."
Chen Stormstout, still uneasy, said, "Compared to the unfathomable Amado, I think the cunning Tirion Fordring is even more difficult to deal with."
Khadgar chuckled and shook his head, "Although Tirion Fordring has no bottom line, compared to the all-knowing Amado, he's just a bug."
"Omniscient? Is Amado really that terrifying?" Chen Stormstout still swirling around.
Khadgar said warily, "Even with the Guardian Medivh and his son, I could see through their limits after spending time with them. This Amado is like a deep, dark starry sky."