"Ha ha! Ha ha! Our Burning Legion has finally set foot on this land again! The air here is filled with the sweet scent of food." A towering demon with long bat wings trailing behind him laughed wildly. Behind him stood ranks of demons in orderly formation, wielding all manner of weapons.
By then, the entire Well of Eternity had been corrupted into an evil green, and a towering Portal stood at its center.
The once-noble Sun King and the formerly arrogant councilors were now shriveled like dried corpses. They prostrated themselves around the Well of Eternity, welcoming the demons with abject humility on their faces.
Every one of them had now gained the power of eternal life and no longer needed the energy of the Well of Eternity.
"Arthas, you truly are the greatest Lich King!" Archimonde moved his massive body over to Arthas and looked down at him. Though his words were praise, he could not conceal the mockery in his eyes.
"Heh. I hope you monsters Ner'zhul called so powerful can withstand the Holy Church's attacks." Arthas curled his lip in disdain as well.
"Ha ha! Mere humans! Even with the Naaru's help, they can never resist our Burning Legion."
Yet the moment he finished speaking, the thunder of heavy bombardment rang out across Quel'Thalas.
Arthas's expression changed. "Those bastards got here fast!" He could sense his undead disappearing in vast numbers.
"Enough talk. Get out there and face the enemy! They're already here."
Archimonde's face darkened instantly. Arthas's dismissive attitude kindled a nameless fury in him, and he swung his burning Giant Sword straight at Arthas.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Arthas was blasted out of the hall by the sudden attack, leaving him grievously wounded and on the brink of death. "Who do you think you