Aman'Thul gazed at the Dark Green evil clouds in the sky. He had imagined countless times about invading Argus Planet, but he never expected to enter Argus in this way.
Without supplies, without logistics, with no way out, a truly isolated army facing a world teeming with Fel.
They didn't even know how they would manage their next meal.
Aman'Thul was deep in thought, most frustrated that he couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.
There wouldn't be any problem with the teleportation magic. The Key to the Worlds and the Eye of Aman'Thul were both Titan-forged, the most perfect and powerful artifacts. He didn't believe anyone could tamper with them.
The Tomb of Sargeras was created specifically for the Key to the Worlds. A group of Void Demons studied it for countless years without any results, so there shouldn't be any problems.
Could it be that Elune, is behind this?
He is the Highfather, the leader of the Pantheon, the head of the gods, yet he remains shrouded in mystery.
Why is this happening?
Aman'Thul kept asking himself these questions.
Regardless, he had to face his current situation and absolutely could not give up. The torment he had endured in the Ten Thousand Years 'Vault of the Wardens had already made his heart incredibly strong.
Faced with an unfamiliar planet, the brave Orcs of the Iron Horde panicked. Many of them, unable to withstand the pressure, went berserk, their eyes bloodshot as they slaughtered their companions.
The Orcs chieftains managed to quell the chaos among their subordinates, and the berserk Orcs were torn to pieces, but this was not a solution. If no solution was found, more and more Orcs would descend into rage.
Aman'Thul coldly watched the chaotic scene and loudly commanded:
"We are now on Argus Planet, a vital base of the Burning Legion. For the sake of Azeroth, we must fight to the death. Kill your own comrades; they are the best rations."
Then, Aman'Thul leaped high into the air. Demon Hunters have amazing jumping ability, and Aman'Thul jumped even higher. In mid-air, he cast Fel Rush repeatedly, quickly turning into a green shadow and disappearing without a trace.
All that was left for everyone to see was a trail of green Flame left by Aman'Thul in the air, stretching far into the distance.
Aman'Thul wasn't stupid. This wasn't the Broken Shore, where the Fel Pyramid held the power of life and death. He had lost control of these raging Orcs if he stayed, they would surely tear him apart once they came to their senses.
Leaving is the best option. What can a lone army do after penetrating deep into Argus Planet? The Legion's Forge of Souls will be their final resting place. Aman'Thul can no longer care about these Orcs soldiers.
Argus Planet is home to the Army of the Light, who have fought the Burning Legion for tens of thousands of years without ever being extinguished. If Aman'Thul were to join the Army of the Light, he would not be without a chance to rise again.
Seeing their Savior "Illidan" leave, everyone was stunned. What should they do next?
Prophet Velen quickly gave Khadgar a wink, Khadgar immediately understood. Most of the people here were Orcs from the Iron Horde; what good could come of a human and a Draenei?
"Not all wanderers have lost themselves," Velen said with a measured tone.
"The Army of the Light has established multiple bases on Argus Planet. I know their coordinates, and there happens to be one nearby. Lord Illidan will surely seek help from the Army of the Light. Khadgar, let's go too."
The Prophet Velen was new to the area and had no idea about the coordinates of the Army of the Light; Khadgar was completely clueless as well.
Khadgar pretended to understand, nodded seriously, and immediately cast a teleportation spell, taking Velen away. The two of them shared the same idea as Aman'Thul: to get away from this dangerous place as soon as possible, lest they be torn apart and eaten by the Orcs.
In the end, only a large group of Iron Horde remained in the place.
Grom Hellscream scratched his head, and it took him a while to realize that the three of them had abandoned the Iron Horde and fled.
"What should we do?" Kilrogg Deadeye stepped forward to ask Grommash Hellscream.
Blackhand, now an Undead, muttered something in dissatisfaction, unsure of what to do.
Grom Hellscream thought for a long time, then said helplessly:
"Argus Planet is the Burning Legion's stronghold. If they want to survive, they have no choice but to submit to the Burning Legion. This is probably the Destiny of the Orcs; Orcs are ultimately slaves of the Burning Legion."
The desolate Tomb of Sargeras, its Wraith Power long since dissipated with the self-destruction of numerous Demons, finally welcomed two visitors after all the soldiers of the Broken Shore had been teleported to the Argus Planet.
Robbie and the Black Cat entered the Tomb of Sargeras, the most dangerous area in Azeroth, which was now as Anjing as a real cemetery, with not a single person in sight.
Robbie gazed silently at the motionless avatar, then took the Key to the Worlds and the Eye of Aman'Thul from his hand.
The Black Cat sized up the avatar and introduced it in a low voice:
"War of the Ancients, after Aman'Thul tore Y'Shaarj, both Aman'Thul and Sargeras had their own agendas. The Pantheon's original plan was to use the Key to the Worlds to teleport Azeroth to the vicinity of the Pantheon and then destroy it."
"Destroy a planet?" Robbie was somewhat bewildered. "Azeroth is nurturing World Soul, which is a companion of the Titans."
The Black Cat chuckled coldly:
"Where do you think Pantheon's building materials came from? Where did its countless Wealth come from? Why are there only a handful of Titans in the Pantheon? Just as birds will peck at the eggs of their own kind, the Titans, though powerful and called gods, have not escaped their savage bestiality. All the Titans jointly created this avatar, but because of Sargeras' betrayal, who took away the most crucial Key to the Worlds, Azeroth was spared."
The universe is cold and indifferent; it contains only self-interest and no warmth whatsoever.
If one does not wish to be enslaved by the gods, the only way is to become strong; there is no other way.
In a sense, Illidan was indeed the Savior of Azeroth. He destroyed Sylvanas's Horde and Draenor's Iron Horde, and from then on, the long-suffering Azeroth Continent finally ushered in peace.
When Sylvanas heard the news of the Broken Shore's fate, she was hiding with Antonidas in the Great Tomb deep beneath Northrend. Sylvanas's greatest fear was that the Savior "Illidan" would come after her. Although she didn't know what had happened on the Broken Shore, the fact that everything was gone was a result that Sylvanas was very happy to see.
King Greymane of Gilneas immediately dispatched troops to Undercity, easily annihilating the few remaining Forsaken and incorporating the lands of Lordaeron into his own territory. Once the Plague that blanketed the land is eradicated, it won't be long before it becomes a thriving and Vitality human kingdom once again.
Before Greymane could conquer all of Lordaeron's lands, Sylvanas arrived in the Plaguelands, at Light's Hope Chapel, a sacred tomb of the Holy Light where countless heroic spirits lay hidden.
These spirits were Sylvanas's last hope; after the Orcs Eitrigg devoured Tirion Fordring, only Sylvanas knew the whereabouts of Ashbringer.
The Ashbringer is the key to unlocking the catacombs.
Sylvanas nodded solemnly to Antonidas: "Let's begin."
Antonidas cast a spell, summoning a golden coffin.
The coffin was opened, and inside was Ashbringer.
Suddenly, Sylvanas felt dizzy, and a piercing pain shot through her back.
"I apologize for that dishonorable sneak attack, Dark Lady."