The first to burst out of the Portal were Archimonde's three Adjutant: the Dreadlord Anetheron, the Pit Lord Azgalor, and the Doomguard Kaz'rogal.
Behind the three Adjutant were endless Legion soldiers, rushing out of a world filled with Fel and Lava.
The powerful aura of Fel highlighted Archimonde's ferocious face. The space in the Twisting Nether was limited, and he wanted to fill every inch of it with the Legion's soldiers.
Although Azshara is very powerful, she also has times when her magic is depleted.
"Laughable queen, how can you withstand this invincible power? Tremble before this mighty Legion!" Archimonde roared triumphantly.
Queen Azshara sighed, "What a boring, pointless thing to do."
Then she snapped her fingers.
Archimonde froze, staring at the Fel orb that had stopped spinning in the air, then at the three uneasy Adjutant.
Fel unusable.
"I have forbidden the Fel in this space. None of us can use Fel power. Headmaster Archimonde, as the ancient chief Archmage of the Eredar, how much memory of Arcane Magic do you still retain? Let's have a contest."
Unable to use Fel energy, the entire Burning Legion was paralyzed; Portals could not function, and Legion soldiers could not even control their own bodies.
Fel control, this manipulation of the rules, was beyond Archimonde's comprehension; he simply couldn't understand how it was done.
There must be a certain area limitation, it works in a small space, or it is a spell cast with the help of some powerful tool. No wonder Azshara agreed to fight in the Twisting Nether. Archimonde realized that he had been tricked.
Archimonde's expression changed rapidly, going through a range of emotions including conflict, resentment, and fear.
Especially when he saw the powerful Arcane energy appearing in Azshara's hands, and thinking about the Arcane Magic he had abandoned for tens of thousands of years, Archimonde revealed a fawning expression, wagging his large tail vigorously.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Archimonde wore a friendly smile. His three Adjutant, who had followed Archimonde in countless battles over the years, had never seen such a fawning expression. Even when facing Sargeras, Archimonde maintained his dignity.
"Haha, we're all family," Archimonde said politely.
"This is just a small test, a senior's encouragement to prevent a young girl like you from being taken advantage of. Your Majesty, please don't take it to heart. How about we end this duel and call it a draw?"
The three Adjutant were ashamed of their commander. They knew Archimonde's nature well: he was stubborn and would never admit defeat.
Azshara seemed indifferent to the outcome, and simply nodded.
"Haha, we're all family, what can't we talk about? We, the Burning Legion, have many things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. I'm at ease with you in Azeroth."
Archimonde hurriedly led the way out of the Twisting Nether and back into the real world. Feeling the Fel circulating within him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Without Fel, he didn't know how long he could have lasted.
In the end, the Burning Legion failed to cross the Portal. Mannoroth, seeing Archimonde's defeated expression, guessed that his commander had probably been defeated. Of course, he dared not comment and could only lead the Legion in retreat.
The Legion retreated to their camp. In this world of Lava and Flame, Archimonde remained in the Legion's main fortress, with only Mannoroth by his side.
Looking at Archimonde, whose expression was uncertain as he paced back and forth, Mannoroth cautiously offered his advice:
"Lord Archimonde, I think Queen Azshara is quite sensible; she hasn't broken ties with us. An Azeroth is nothing to us. Why not negotiate with Queen Azshara and exchange it for Fel Compression Magic?"
Mannoroth also had his own thoughts; his body was also far too enormous.
A massive body represents power and can contain more Fel, but it also brings many inconveniences in life. For example, some beautiful female Pit Lords are generally quite weak, and their bodies are very petite and cute.
Like his master, Mannoroth also longed for a beautiful girlfriend. Among the females of the Burning Legion whose bodies were nearly indistinguishable from those of the Pit Lords, the only one was the obese Demon Doom Mother, who made Mannoroth want to vomit just looking at her.
"You don't understand." Archimonde said with a worried expression, "How I wish I could trade with Azshara. If I could obtain the magic of Fel Compression, I would gladly give her dozens of worlds, let alone Azeroth."
After a pause, Archimonde considered his words. Some truths could not be revealed to his subordinates, so he could only speak vaguely:
"Azeroth is not as simple as you think; it hides a huge secret. Queen Azshara thought I didn't know, but I actually do. Sargeras specifically instructed me to do so. Therefore, I am one step ahead of her and have been secretly plotting for a long time. I will absolutely not give up."
Mannoroth was filled with doubt; he couldn't understand what it was about the Azeroth that attracted Archimonde.
Archimonde earnestly instructed his loyal subordinate:
"Mannoroth, descend upon Azeroth immediately. Infiltrate Mount Hyjal, where the Elune resides. Act according to the circumstances. Remember, our Legion must enter Azeroth."
Mannoroth nodded quickly in agreement, but Archimonde solemnly warned, "Remember, in the Azeroth, you must be careful with your words and actions, never speak loudly, and beware of the Heavenly Ones."
The Burning Legion has retreated, the crisis in Azeroth has been averted, Magic City of Azshara is in a state of jubilation.
However, after Queen Azshara returned to her Royal Palace, a Highborne inadvertently caught a glimpse of the queen's true face.
Prince Farondis, who rules the Nar'thalas City and oversees the Nar'thalas Academy, saw the Queen's tentacles and began to wonder why the Queen possessed the Power of the Old Gods.
The Well of Eternity imprisons the body of the Old Gods N'Zoth. This is a secret among the Highborne of Azshara City; very few know the truth, for touching the power of Old Gods is taboo and fraught with danger.
"Her Majesty the Queen repelled the Burning Legion. Could it be that she relied on the power of the Old Gods, or has Her Majesty been corrupted by the Old Gods?" Prince Farondis wondered. He was concerned for the safety of the Night Elves and wanted to discuss the matter with someone.
Prince Farondis consulted with his most trusted old friend, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, who possessed an illustrious surname and outstanding appearance.
After carefully listening to Prince Farondis's account and speculations, Dath'Remar Sunstrider Night Elf and smiled, "Why don't we verify it?"
Seated on the throne was a flawless illusion of Queen Azshara; the real queen disliked receiving people. Prince Farondis shook his head. "We cannot possibly gain an audience with Her Majesty the Queen."
Dath'Remar wore a mysterious expression. "No, we can use a more subtle approach. I've heard that there's a group of Night Elves on Mount Hyjal who worship the mysterious Elune."
Prince Farondis looked at his old friend in surprise. If anyone in Azshara was most opposed to the worship of the Moon Goddess, Dath'Remar would undoubtedly be number one, as evidenced by his family name, "Sunstrider."
"Don't look at me like that," Dath'Remar said seriously. "You suspect the Queen, and I suspect Elune. This is a test, a test of both of us."