"A chance to duel Arthas one-on-one?"
The monster smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He was an incredibly clever man; countless plans quickly formed in his mind, all of which proved unworkable. He didn't believe the Deceiver was smarter than himself.
"Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, is this yet another of your tricks? You want me and the Scourge to both perish?"
The monster commented bluntly that this was all because the Deceiver had a bad reputation and was clearly not trusted.
In the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago, the monster charged into the Ahn'Qiraj Empire alone and was able to escape unscathed because he had the Qiraji's weaknesses in his memories. The Qiraji evolved with the help of the Old Gods, and the monster knew the Old Gods inside and out.
But the monster knew very little about the Scourge, which possessed the Power of Death. The Scourge was endless, far exceeding the size of the Qiraji, and included many powerful beings. The monster did not believe it could win.
Kil'jaeden said seriously, "Illidan, you are cautious, but I have come with sincerity. What harm is there in hearing my plan?"
Faced with Illidan's overwhelming power, Kil'jaeden had no choice but to back down.
The monster looked around at the trembling Demons Legion sneered:
"Very well, Deceiver. If I discover that you are deceiving me, not only this small camp, but all the Legion bases in Azeroth, including the Orcs, I will wipe them out one by one. You know I can do it."
This "Illidan" is a complete madman, but perhaps only by cooperating with a madman can one control Azeroth. Kil'jaeden revealed a confident smile:
"Of course, my plan is simple. Right now, the Scourge's main force is gathered in Northrend, right beneath the Frozen Throne. The Frozen Throne is a treacherous mountain; it was originally a Titan-forged and plays a crucial role. So I will have Ner'zhul descend to the top of the throne."
Upon hearing this, the monster's expression changed slightly. Something deep within his memory awakened. Indeed, the towering, straight mountain peak of the Frozen Throne was a creation of the Titans, used to stabilize the continental plates.
Northrend is located at the intersection of tectonic plates, making it prone to volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis. Long ago, the Titans sealed Yogg-Saron, driving a nail into a key spot to stabilize the land of Northrend.
The nail was later covered by ice and snow, and the local Tuskarr believed it to be a stairway to the sky, on which a throne of the gods was built, so they named it the Frozen Throne.
Even after ten thousand years of Sundering and the fragmentation of the continent, the Frozen Throne still serves its purpose.
"You mean, destroy the Frozen Throne?" the monster asked.
Kil'jaeden smiled slightly:
"The Legion possesses a treasure called the Eye of Sargeras. With enough mana, it can destroy a mountain from a distance, even thousands of kilometers away. The collapse of the Frozen Throne will plunge all of Northrend into turmoil, Arthas will lose control of the Scourge. If you seize this opportunity, you will surely obtain Frostmourne."
The monster looked thoughtful, thought the plan was feasible, and nodded.
Kil'jaeden continued, "In the Azeroth, Dalaran has the weakest spatial structure due to its frequent use of magic, and it is also the intersection of Azeroth's Ley Line. With the help of our Legion, Azeroth's Ley Line will surely provide enough magic power for the Eye of Sargeras to destroy the Frozen Throne."
"Very well, Kil'jaeden, our deal is done." The monster pondered for a moment, then said, "I will become the leader of the Scourge, and you will receive the power you desire. Shall we sign a contract?"
Kil'jaeden shook his head. "A contract is meaningless; we must trust each other."
The monster smiled slightly; he understood what Kil'jaeden was thinking.
Once the Frozen Throne is destroyed, a series of chain reactions will plunge not only Northrend but also the Eastern Kingdoms Kalimdor into turmoil, leading to a global catastrophe, which the Legion can then seize to make its move.
But to the monster, mortals are like ants, and their deaths mean nothing.
In this conspiracy, Kil'jaeden's only miscalculation was the monster's strength. Even if the monster only obtained a fragmented Scourge, he was confident that he could repel the Legion's attack and become the master of Azeroth.
Shortly after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Rhonin and the surviving high-ranking members began planning the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Rhonin understood a crucial truth: Dalaran was, after all, a city of magic, possessing powerful magic. In this chaotic era, without the support of Azeroth's strongest power, its reconstruction was impossible.
No ruler would want a city like Dalaran to exist and threaten their rule.
The Battle of Mount Hyjal severely weakened both the Dragonkin and the Night Elf race. Kingdom of Stormwind still hadn't recovered from the Orcs massacre. The Scourge was clearly the strongest force in Azeroth, but Rhonin would not cooperate with the dead.
Aside from the Scourge, the Orcs led by Thrall are the best choice. Although the Burning Legion has retreated, everyone knows that the Orcs are the Burning Legion 'Azeroth’s Spokesman.
The mages of Dalaran felt a deep-seated fear of Orcs.
Despite the Dalaran Mages' swagger and self-importance in front of humans and High Elves, Dalaran is nothing more than a meat storehouse to the Orcs.
Dalaran was breached by the Orcs several times. A group of Archmages were powerless against the Orcs could come and go as they pleased, take whatever they wanted, and eat whichever mage they wanted.
Although the Burning Legion's invasion turned hundreds of thousands of people sheltered in Dalaran into Tough Jerky for the Orcs, only small fry care about hatred. Talented individuals like Rhonin, destined to become great figures, only value profit.
Rhonin unhesitatingly attributed the destruction of Dalaran to the Scourge. Through Jaina's introduction, Rhonin obtained an opportunity to enter Orgrimmar and meet the great Savior Thrall.
Thrall's fame reached its peak during the Battle of Mount Hyjal. People said that without Thrall, the Burning Legion would have destroyed Azeroth. The prophecy of Thrall as Savior was fulfilled at Mount Hyjal.
Various bizarre Legendary about Thrall circulate among the people.
Legendary that Thrall was 500 meters tall, could eat a thousand Tauren and two thousand Centaurs in one meal, and could blast Archimonde to pieces with a single punch. Then, with a breath, millions of the Burning Legion were wiped out.
In the Chieftain's Hall in Orgrimmar, led by Jaina, Rhonin met Thrall, Thrall was eating a meal of two High Elf sisters.
Thrall opened his mouth wide and tore at the flesh, while Eitrigg cut the meat and fried it in the hot broth.
The High Elf sisters were still alive, emitting pitiful howls that terrified Rhonin so much that he almost fainted.
"The lowly human mage, Rhonin!"
Thrall wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put down the bloody ribs in his hand, and slowly asked:
"Jaina told me you're going to rebuild Dalaran."
Rhonin quickly adopted a fawning expression and said humbly, "Dalaran will always be an ally of the Orcs."
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he said coldly:
"We Orcs have the Burning Legion's help; we don't need the weak magic of Dalaran. Before the Invincible Orcs Warriors, Dalaran vulnerable. You are a disgrace to Azeroth."