The battle for the Temple of the Moon had ended, and the Burning Legion had occupied this magnificent structure. Archimonde moved his command center here, and now he stood before Elune's statue, berating his subordinates.
"Trash! You're all trash! You struggled so much over a single city. If the enemy hadn't abandoned it on their own, we would have lost even more troops! At this rate, when will we conquer this entire planet?!"
"Please calm your anger, Commander. The enemy's will to resist is resolute; we did not anticipate this," an Eredar warlock said.
"Archimonde, we should consider summoning more high-level combatants. What do you think?" The speaker was a winged Dreadlord. From the way he addressed Archimonde, it was clear his status was not low.
"Tichondrius, you're right. We've underestimated these insects."
"I have a suggestion," Tichondrius continued.
"Please, speak, my lord."
As the most intelligent Dreadlord in the Burning Legion, Tichondrius received Archimonde's full respect.
"This is the enemy's capital, and everyone here is fiercely loyal to Azshara. Their resistance being so intense is understandable. But what about other cities? What about the civilians? Are they all just as determined? Not necessarily. So we should change our tactics." His voice was soft and unhurried, his reasoning perfectly clear.
"What exactly do you propose?" Archimonde was clearly interested in Tichondrius's suggestion.
"Other than the Queen's Palace, we have occupied every part of this city. We should use this place as our center and attack areas with weaker defenses. I doubt other places will be this hard to take."
"Yes, that's what I was thinking as well. Xavius, recommend a few targets."
"As you wish. I propose attacking Suramar first."
"Give me your reasons."
"Because one of the Pillars of Creation is stored there—the Eye of Aman'Thul!"
"What did you