"I will use the Key to the Worlds to summon the Burning Legion's base Argus Planet, to the vicinity of Azeroth, and then establish a spatial portal between the two planets, allowing the armies of Azeroth to continuously pour into Argus."
Aman'Thul publicly announced his plan, coldly stating, "From this day forward, Azeroth has no way out but to face the Burning Legion head-on until the Argus Planet is destroyed."
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, amazed by this magnificent feat.
This was something no ordinary being could have predicted. Prophet Velen and Archmage Khadgar were both well-informed figures, but they had never heard of a planet being teleported to them.
"Are we going to attack Argus Planet directly?" Khadgar asked, slightly puzzled. "But the beings of Azeroth are weak, no match for the Demons of the Burning Legion. I wonder if Lord Illidan has any way to help us win?"
The Prophet Velen seemed to understand something, and said in a measured tone:
"The Burning Legion's strength lies in their technology; their use of Fel is terrifying. If Lord Illidan were to impart the Legion's technology to the beings of Azeroth, we might very well have a chance to defeat Burning Legion. Lord Illidan, you will bring a glorious future to Azeroth; you truly deserve to be called a great Savior."
Khadgar nodded after hearing this. Summoning Argus Planet was certainly very dangerous, but it was undoubtedly an opportunity for Azeroth. Perhaps many years later, after a hard-fought and extraordinary battle, Azeroth would be able to rise again.
Aman'Thul smiled and shook his head, "You've misjudged. We don't need the Legion's technology. On the contrary, I want Azeroth Planet to pursue a simple and noble primitive life, eliminating magic. All you need to do is reproduce."
"Proliferate, but how can that defeat the Burning Legion?" Prophet Velen didn't understand.
Aman'Thul smirked and looked at Velen, saying, "Didn't you experience the battle on the Broken Shore?"
Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this. The battle on the Broken Shore was a nightmare that had left a deep scar on their hearts, and they still couldn't understand how the Savior "Illidan" had won.
Aman'Thul said viciously, "Our war with the Burning Legion will be protracted. The battle on the Broken Shore is nothing compared to this. You are merely pioneers. From now on, the tragedy of the Broken Shore will be repeated in Azeroth every day, with wave after wave of Azeroth beings entering Argus through the spatial portals to die."
Oh my god!
Everyone gasped in shock, a chill running down their spines. Was this terrifying nightmare going to continue indefinitely?
Aman'Thul chuckled coldly, "For the sake of Azeroth, this is a necessary sacrifice. Long-lived species like the Night Elves have too long a lifespan and too low a reproductive capacity, so they have to be wiped out. What I need is a constant cycle of birth and death, just like on the Broken Shore. Short-lived humans or Orcs —oh no, the carnivorous Orcs— are not a good choice. What I need is a race like humans, one that can survive simply by filling its stomach."
"From this moment forward, the humans of Azeroth will unite in their teens to produce offspring, and after the next generation has grown up and become independent at the age of thirty, they will go to the Battlefield and sacrifice themselves on the Argus World. In just ten thousand years, when the Wraith Power fills the Argus Planet, we will have won."
A tragedy that lasts for ten thousand years, countless families torn apart, life and death uncertainties, and a terrible, tragic future.
Khadgar nearly fainted upon hearing this, but the Prophet Velen was even more terrified. The Draenei were an immortal race; would they also be eliminated?
Aman'Thul looked at Velen: "Rest assured, to destroy Argus Planet, I need to build many Wraith Towers. The Draenei technology will help me build and maintain these Wraith Towers. Are you willing to accept this great honor, Velen?"
Velen dared not refuse, and quickly replied, "We Draenei have wandered the universe for tens of thousands of years, all for this day's Consecration, to become Lord Illidan's most loyal servants. This is the ultimate end for our Draenei Destiny."
"Very well, Velen, you and your Draenei have been saved." Aman'Thul turned to look at the pale-faced Khadgar: "Then Khadgar, do you accept this great honor? For the sake of Azeroth, all it takes is the sacrifice of ant-like humans, and you will receive this great honor."
Khadgar then realized the enormity of his actions; he had personally brought about a catastrophe that would last for millennia for the people of Azeroth.
He is the greatest sinner in human history.
Now that things had come to this, Khadgar knew his choices were pointless and could only accept his fate.
"Great Savior, I am willing."
"Very good, Khadgar, you are very wise. I like intelligent people."
Aman'Thul opened his arms and announced loudly:
"From this day forward, Azeroth's tragic Destiny begins. Except for humans and Draenei, all intelligent life will perish; this is their Destiny. Khadgar, pledge your allegiance to me, and you will wield the Key to the Worlds. It will be as easy as your usual teleportation spell. I will give you the coordinates of Argus Planet. Don't even think about plotting against me; it's pointless."
The arrogant Aman'Thul paid no attention to the Orcs chieftains; they were a bunch of filthy Orcs, to be used and discarded at will. At this moment, Aman'Thul was completely immersed in the joy of victory.
Khadgar was helpless. He knew that his limited mana was insufficient to interfere with the summoning of Argus Planet. He could only step forward and seriously cast the spell. As Khadgar's mana circulated, the avatar received the command and began to summon Argus Planet.
Aman'Thul nodded in satisfaction and placed the Eye of Aman'Thul in the avatar's left hand.
"Summoning a planet requires utmost caution; there can be no room for error, or Azeroth may perish along with Argus Planet." Aman'Thul hadn't forgotten his own soul sealed within the core of Argus Planet —his ultimate goal. "The Eye of Aman'Thul possesses exquisite calculation abilities, ensuring that not a single mistake will be made."
The immense power it manifested distorted the space of the universe, and to the horror of the onlookers, a colossal planet could be seen, its surface covered in green Fel. This was Argus, the homeland of the Draenei and one of the Burning Legion's Argus Planet.
Aman'Thul roared triumphantly, "Argus, descend, beings of Azeroth! Do you hear it? What a beautiful sound! It is the mournful wail of your souls!"
Khadgar was filled with sorrow and helplessly closed his eyes to cast a spell; at this moment, he was powerless.
Suddenly, after a familiar dizzying sensation, everyone on the Broken Shore vanished.
Khadgar opened his eyes in surprise, feeling the air filled with sweltering heat, the dark sky covered with leaden clouds of Fel, and the earth burning with Fel energy.
"What exactly happened?" Khadgar asked, puzzled.
The Prophet Velen, standing nearby, was even more surprised; he sensed a faint familiarity.
"This is Argus Planet, Khadgar. What have you done? Why did you teleport us to Argus Planet?"
"I didn't do this," Khadgar said, feeling utterly innocent, and quickly tried to explain.
The surrounding area was filled with Orcs from the Iron Horde, all staring blankly at this unfamiliar world.