Parallel world of Draenor, Tanaan Jungle.
The brothers of the Azeroth Allied Forces welcomed an enthusiastic and familiar old friend. This friendship had lasted ten thousand years.
Ah, back in the War of the Ancients, when we first met, it was as beautiful and passionate as first love. You snapped Moon of White Deer Malorne's smooth neck, and we... we fucking remembered it all along! Brothers, it's him! Grab your weapons and get him!
Oh, so dying once in the Battle of Mount Hyjal wasn't enough for you? You still dared to come back? Just wait, we're calling in reinforcements right now!
Hmm... the Azeroth Allied Forces were still gathering their forces, but the Burning Legion had already started going wild.
Archimonde the Defiler led his Loyalist Troops on a rampage through Tanaan Jungle. The Orthodox Horde's military presence in this region had already been half-crippled, and after the demons tore through them, they were wiped out completely.
Brother Archimonde was naturally extremely formidable. He killed whoever he saw, killed first and asked questions later. He opened with his ultimate move, Death's Finger flying everywhere, instantly killing this one and that one. He was as domineering as could be.
After setting fires to his heart's content and thoroughly devastating the forests around Hellfire Citadel, Brother Archimonde began advancing toward the eastern part of the jungle, where the Dark Portal stood. He intended to cross that giant gate and pull off something big in the World of Azeroth, avenging the old grudge from the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.
The world of Draenor was worthless in Archimonde's eyes. This Eredar brother only had the World of Azeroth on his mind. What devotion.
Come on, you damned long-eared elves! You cheated back then and sucked yourselves away with The