"The Burning Legion has rebelled?"
At Icecrown Citadel, even the ever-cold Lich King had the Soul Fire in his eyes flickering wildly. What was this supposed to mean?
When he had been at the height of his power, they had already communicated across space and agreed to cooperate.
Yet after he had gone through so much trouble to summon them back, they had turned around and stabbed him in the back?
Originally, with the advantage of terrain, tactical planning, and the endlessly accumulated Scourge, they would not have been at a disadvantage even against the Coalition Forces landing in Northrend.
He had summoned the Burning Legion only to deliver a fatal blow to the Allied Forces.
But now, he had only lifted a stone to smash his own foot.
This was too outrageous, too absurd.
Since when had the Burning Legion, whose very purpose was to destroy worlds, become a force for justice?
Had they been brainwashed by the Holy Light?
Faced with the Lich King's fury, the many generals of the Third Empire trembled below.
Now that the Allied Forces had suddenly gained the Burning Legion's support, even though the Allied Forces and the Burning Legion clearly remained separate and trusted neither side,
their many-pronged assault still conquered city after city, and they were about to reach Icecrown Citadel.
The Third Empire's defeat was inevitable.
"At a time like this, we can only release the Old God."
"However, even the Old God cannot possibly be a match for the Burning Legion."
"Though the Old God may be inferior in direct combat, it excels at stirring up trouble from the shadows. As long as it can break their alliance, there is still a sliver of hope."
"That's right. They can't possibly trust the Burning Legion, and the Burning Legion can't