Just as Daphne was preparing to launch a counterattack, Falco, positioned behind them, was under immense pressure—the western advance force led by Tichondrius had arrived.
"Archimonde had good reason to be one of the Burning Legion's three top commanders. From the initial planning of the entire campaign to the on-the-spot command after the fighting began, everything was first-rate. Four fronts, each with its own priority: the main attack on Mount Hyjal, a feint against Eldre'Thalas, pressure on Suramar, and the siege of Zin-Azshari. On the surface, Tichondrius was the weakest link, but at the critical moment, Archimonde set factional differences aside and decisively dispatched his elite forces to reinforce Tichondrius, helping him take Suramar and greatly protecting the security of their main base. He had mastered the strategy of matching the right horses against the right opponents! Falco's defensive legion should be next." In the secret chamber of the Queen's Palace, Azar was analyzing the overall situation for Azshara.
"So the demigods are fighting two against one now? And Falco is one-on-one?"
"Yes, but it doesn't matter if that side gets mauled. The priority is still here! We need to find a way to completely seal the Burning Legion's Portal."
"Falco's task is heavy too. If he can't hold Tichondrius back, we'll be attacked from both front and rear."
"That's true, but we were already outnumbered to begin with. Tichondrius himself isn't much of a threat to us. What I fear is Falco failing to hold him off—then Tichondrius can rapidly advance westward, and the demigods will be in danger. Three against one—being badly defeated and being wiped out are not the same thing."
"Aren't there still the dragons?"
"You think they're dependable? Look at how they're dragging their feet right now. They just want to watch us get defeated."