The Blind Illidan (Part 1)

After fleeing back, Archimonde flew into a rage. In front of Roy, he constantly cursed those damned Dragon Aspects.

To be honest, the power unleashed by the Dragon Soul had indeed given him quite a fright. He simply could not understand how these natives, who had not even left their home planet, could possess such a devastating artifact. What should have been an easy task had suddenly gained many more complications.

Roy silently drank the moonlight mead brewed by the elves, watching Archimonde vent without saying a word. He knew that while this fellow was reckless, he was not completely brainless. There had to be a reason for putting on this display before him.

Sure enough, after venting for a while, Archimonde seemed to recall something and said to Roy, "Osiris, are you just going to sit there and watch? At a time like this, shouldn't you make a move?"

So that was it. This fellow had put on an act before Roy because he wanted Roy to contribute. Archimonde remembered very clearly how he and Kil'jaeden had joined forces only to be thoroughly beaten by Roy. Although they had ultimately been resurrected because Roy had kept their souls, the matter had remained a sore point for him. Over the past twelve thousand years, Archimonde had led the Burning Legion through countless campaigns, and his strength had naturally improved. Now that Roy had returned, he was getting restless, wanting to see Roy fight and find out just how much of a gap still lay between them.

Roy had practically guessed his intentions at once. That was why he thought Archimonde's acting was so poor.

In fact, when Sargeras had first recruited Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, Roy had known that even if they improved in the future, their upper limit would not