Illidan Stormrage, Ner'zhul, the Lich King

"Hahaha! If you know my enemy is your master, then what? You still want to recruit me?"

"Illidan Stormrage, you may have misunderstood. I have no master. My goal is the Burning Legion as well. I want revenge against them—revenge!"

"Hmph. So that's why you keep resurrecting the dead, then turning all the living into the dead?!"

"That is the price of revenge, Illidan Stormrage. You stole water from the Well of Eternity. I don't think you're a narrow-minded person, are you?

"The Burning Legion is powerful. I imagine you know that better than most. Against such a formidable enemy, we need enough strength to match them.

"Azeroth has existed for far too long. There are far more people buried underground than living above it. So, after weighing everything, I had no choice but to side with strength. Only then can we defeat the Burning Legion."

"So we're not the same!"

Illidan tensed like a fully drawn bow, then launched himself forward with the strength of his wings. But even then, he failed to strike the Frozen Throne. An invisible hand shoved him aside, and the momentum of his charge sent him crashing hard into the Ice Wall.

"Illidan, I admire you. You're a man burdened by hatred, someone who understands the importance of strength. In that, you're much like me. And your power could serve me greatly in the war against the Burning Legion in the not-too-distant future.

"But you've disappointed me. You're too rigid. What's wrong with becoming one of the Undead? You could get your revenge and gain eternal life!

"Illidan, becoming one of the Undead isn't death. It's simply living in another way. Why can't you understand that?!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Illidan tried again and again, and each time he was thrown back. The Frozen Throne