The overall situation in the World of Azeroth was indeed just as Boss Hu had predicted. Old God N'Zoth, that lively little madman, truly regretted it deeply—but even more than regret, he was furious, blaming those Fel Energy brothers of the Burning Legion.
You Burning Legion bunch of Fel Energy muscle-bound barbarians, did you have any backbone at all? Weren't you always so arrogant? You said you'd fight whoever you wanted, wreaking havoc everywhere, and now you just decided not to fight? You chickened out that easily?
I was eagerly waiting for you to come take the blame, so I could stir things up from behind you, but what did you do? You just went ahead and signed an agreement?
N'Zoth had also sensed the arrival of Sargeras's divine avatar. He had originally thought that this Dark Titan, who cared so deeply about the World of Azeroth and had finally gotten his wish to come here, would surely make a grand spectacle of it. In the end, he realized he had been happy for nothing and had imagined too much.
Sargeras had finally made an open and aboveboard visit, yet all he did was eat, drink, have fun, inspect this place and visit that place. There simply wasn't any fighting.
As for that expedition to the Argus world, anyone with half a brain now knew that, bluntly put, it was merely an excuse for Sargeras to save face and find himself a way out. It was purely a private family matter between two Titans, just a bit of play-fighting. Anyone who took it seriously was a complete idiot.
They were family, yet you, an outsider, stood nearby fanning the flames and urging them to go for the kill. What kind of intentions were those? They simply turned around and tried