At Icecrown Citadel, the Lich King sat upon his throne with Frostmourne in hand, looking down at the generals anxiously discussing the war below. His expression was hidden beneath his armor.
Only the Soul Fire flickering in his eyes remained—cold, cruel, neither joyful nor sorrowful.
"Who would have thought there was such a powerful force beyond the Dark Portal? Isn't that the Orcs' homeland? Even if someone came through, it should have made things easier for us. Why would they oppose us?"
The commanders had been completely caught off guard by the Eastern Kingdoms' swift defeat.
This world was our home ground!
Yet before they could even make use of that advantage, they had already lost crucial territory!
Granted, Northrend had been developed for longer and was more heavily defended.
But this was completely different from the original plan.
A bunch of trash!
"Can the great Leader still contact the Burning Legion and borrow their strength?"
"But the Burning Legion has coveted this world for a long time. Bringing them in would be no different from opening the door to wolves."
"We must borrow the Burning Legion's power, but we have to keep it under control."
"That's right. The teleportation arrays must remain restricted. We need to bypass Azeroth's world barrier..."
With the Eastern Kingdoms defeated, these Third Empire commanders immediately thought of the Burning Legion.
They could now glimpse a fraction of this terrifying force.
It was a power capable of destroying the world.
Only because the Leader's might was boundless, forcing them to take him seriously through his own strength, had they begun cooperating.
The Burning Legion had always wanted to invade this world.
Originally, they had indeed feared inviting wolves into the house.
But now, if they did not use them, wouldn't this splendid world simply be