Azshara's Awakening: The Queen Returned to Her Loyal Azeroth

The frigid demonic blade pierced the Queen's body.

The soul-devouring blade, its deadly power honed to lethal sharpness, had long been prepared to strike a killing blow. The Lich King roared, while Gul'dan eagerly anticipated the coronation of the Lich Queen under his command.

The poor fool had no idea Sarkir had already defected in the Shadowlands. Right now, he was still dreaming his sweet dream of becoming someone above all others.

Make Azshara the Lich Queen, have her sit amid Northrend's freezing winds and command the Scourge he had personally created. Give her the Helm of Domination, and his mission as the "Lich King" would be complete. Then he could naturally head to the Shadowlands to "enjoy himself."

How shrewd Gul'dan was.

Long before Kil'jaeden launched this decisive battle for Azeroth, he had doubted whether this war would achieve anything at all.

Most importantly, while he was nominally the Legion's lackey, he served someone else entirely.

If the demons truly occupied or destroyed Azeroth, wouldn't his mission be utterly ruined?

Yet he lacked the courage to confront the Conqueror's army of destruction head-on. At this critical moment, his connection to the Shadowlands had been severed, so he could only make his own decisions and act on his own.

It sounded quite free.

But acting independently meant that if he screwed anything up, Gul'dan would be the one taking the blame.

Moreover, ever since the demon invasion began, the fighting had never stopped for a single day. But given the current situation, victory was not merely distant—it was nowhere in sight.

Gul'dan saw it clearly. The demons appeared powerful, but in truth they had already played every card they had. Azeroth was in a miserable state, but only miserable.

After fighting for so long, the demon vanguard still could not