Khadgar gazed enviously at Illidan, who was surrounded by "beauties," but when he heard about the Tomb of Sargeras, his heart sank, and he asked in surprise, "You want the incarnation of the Fallen?"
With his illustrious status, Khadgar would certainly know the true secrets of Tomb of Sargeras, but he never expected that "Illidan" would have such ambitions.
Aman'Thul smiled smugly, "It's not that I want it, but that it already belongs to me. It's calling to me, and if I can't obtain the incarnation, I'll go even crazier."
Khadgar snorted coldly. The origin of the Demons body hidden in the Tomb of Sargeras was mysterious, with many conflicting accounts, most of which were shameless lies.
The Void forces asserted that it was their remnant creation; the Army of the Light claimed it belonged to a Naaru; the Burning Legion declared it an avatar of Sargeras; even Elune, claimed it was her first husband, slumbering in the ancient Temple of the Moon, and sent the Sisters of the Moon to seize it.
The Guardian Aegwynn went even further, claiming that the Demons body was a relic left behind after she defeated Sargeras's avatar, a seal belonging to her. Aegwynn was a powerful figure in the Azeroth, but in the Tomb of Sargeras, a gathering place for the Elite of the universe, she was too weak and alone, and dared not venture in rashly, only sending a few handmaids to participate in the struggle.
"Illidan" claimed to be summoning him in an avatar, but Khadgar naturally didn't believe such a deceptive lie.
Sensing Khadgar's cold attitude, Aman'Thul smiled slightly, "Khadgar, I know your ideal is to become Savior, but now the Burning Legion is rampaging, and the Broken Isles are engulfed in war. If it weren't for me, the Savior Illidan, who knows where the war would have spread to— the Zandalari Empire, Pandaria, or even Dalaran."
This was a blatant threat, but Illidan had the support of the Army of the Light, and Khadgar was helpless against him. Even knowing that he was Demons destined to destroy the world, Khadgar still tried to mold him into Savior.
"Illidan, you should know how dangerous the Tomb of Sargeras is. Even the Guardian Aegwynn couldn't enter it. Gul'dan led half of his Orcs army in with great fanfare, but they were almost completely wiped out. We don't have the ability to conquer this dangerous place."
I don't think so.
Aman'Thul approached Khadgar. The Night Elf's body was much taller than the human's, and he looked down at Khadgar, his Fel eyes gleaming dangerously.
"Khadgar, how powerful Arthas's Lich King Scourge then, and how invincible Deathwing's Black Dragonflight was. For a mere Orcs, Thrall, to mold him into a laughable Savior, you successfully destroyed Arthas and Deathwing. Oh, and my Black Temple too, destroyed by your hands. What, now that it's my turn to be the Savior, you're stumped? Is that fair?"
Khadgar opened his mouth after hearing this, but didn't know how to defend himself. If the Lich King Arthas and Deathwing were still alive, how could Illidan be causing trouble here? Khadgar and Velen were wary of the Army of the Light, and Sylvanas dared not act rashly, but Arthas and Deathwing didn't care about any of that.
This is also why they became the target of everyone's criticism and ultimately met their demise, Khadgar thought. In this world, the smart ones who go with the flow live the longest.
"Impossible, Illidan." Khadgar analyzed the situation carefully and concluded:
"Orgrimmar is now destroyed, Sylvanas's Iron Horde is far away in Draenor, the Night Elf race have been weak for ten thousand years, and the Alliance races have been fighting for years, losing too much blood, with countless people starving and living in misery, unable to send enough troops. The races of Azeroth are exhausted and have never regained their former glory."
"So you're saying you won't agree?" Aman'Thul looked at Khadgar quietly.
"It's not that we're unwilling to agree, but we're truly powerless to do so." Khadgar helplessly shrugged. "Even if the various races of Azeroth united, it would be very difficult to conquer the Tomb of Sargeras."
Aman'Thul nodded, seemingly convinced. He leaned slightly forward, as if about to turn around, and suddenly raised his hand, slapping Khadgar hard across the face.
Caught completely off guard, Khadgar was sent flying, spinning 7,200 degrees in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, half his face a bloody mess, revealing his bare bones.
Aman'Thul leaped up and stomped heavily on Khadgar's stomach, crushing his intestines. Khadgar was in excruciating pain and wanted to pass out, but the power of the Fel energy prevented him from doing so.
Aman'Thul crushed Khadgar's bones bit by bit, determined to make him experience the most unbearable pain, and said viciously:
"Compared to my ten thousand years of torment, this pain is nothing, Khadgar. You are but a tiny ant. I am not begging you, but commanding you. Those foolish idiots, let them die. They have already destroyed the Scourge and driven out the Black Dragonflight in the name of Justice. No one in Azeroth can threaten me now, Khadgar. If you dare to resist, I will wipe Dalaran from Azeroth and brand you with the crime of colluding with the Burning Legion. Khadgar the Defiler, I wonder if you like that title."
Khadgar was in so much pain he couldn't make a sound, his mind on the verge of collapse. He hadn't expected "Illidan" to be so insane. Aman'Thul continued to torture Khadgar, revealing his true, vicious nature.
"Use your popularity, use your propaganda skills, to make those fools who believe in Justice serve me, let their corpses fill the Tomb of Sargeras, let their blood flow freely—that is your duty. You should be glad you are still of some use, otherwise I would torment your soul for ten thousand years."
Aman'Thul stood up and tossed the broken doll-like Khadgar to Elisande was standing nearby.
"Heal him, don't let him die. He's a useless piece of trash who will bring endless destruction and disaster to Azeroth. He's just a foolish clown who's willing to betray Azeroth."
The agonizing torment terrified Khadgar, and an irresistible fear of Illidan arose within him. He dared not disobey his orders, and once his injuries healed, he knelt on the ground with a thud and submitted to Illidan.
The wisdom of a Titans solved the problem in the most perfect and quickest way.
Aman'Thul returned to Princess Theradras's embrace and began to ponder. Khadgar's words made some sense; the power of Azeroth alone was truly insufficient to conquer the Tomb of Sargeras.
However, if Sylvanas's Iron Horde were added, then with a significant sacrifice, it would be entirely possible to achieve his goal. Aman'Thul pondered for a long while before giving his lowly servant Khadgar the order:
"You despicable Khadgar, go tell Sylvanas that if she helps me conquer the Tomb of Sargeras, she will be the Queen of Azeroth and will get everything she wants. You go tell the Alliance to open the Dark Portal and let the Iron Horde in, otherwise the Burning Legion will descend upon Stormwind City and destroy all life."