"Boss, you're brilliant! When it comes to scheming, you really are a cut above the rest!"
Tichondrius flattered Kil'jaeden, his face full of obsequiousness.
Even in the Burning Legion, sucking up to one's superiors was important.
Fallen Titan Sargeras left affairs alone, while Archimonde was still waiting to resurrect in the Twisting Nether.
Kil'jaeden was now the Burning Legion's leader in every sense.
In fact, although Kil'jaeden usually kept a low profile, his standing was above Archimonde's.
That was clear from the greater wealth of talent under his command.
The Eredar Demon Mage Corps, vast numbers of Dreadlords.
And even more strange but powerful demons with special abilities.
Beholders with extraordinary vision, for instance.
What did Archimonde have?
Cannon fodder and more cannon fodder.
Charging into battle could simply be left to Archimonde.
Kil'jaeden had always disdained taking the field himself.
Even when dealing with the fleeing Draenei, he had merely worked in secret to lure the Orcs into joining the Burning Legion.
Only at the final stage, when it was time to reap the rewards, would Kil'jaeden emerge.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was just that sort of cautious villain.
Tichondrius, on the other hand, was not such a cautious villain.
During the War of the Ancients, he had been gored to death by Huln Highmountain, the strongest Tauren in Highmountain.
One had been careless and failed to dodge, while the other had come prepared and brimming with aggression.
The battle had been decided in an instant, in just such a dramatic fashion.
Of course, Huln Highmountain's horns had been anything but ordinary.
Blessed by the White Stag God Manoern, they had transformed into tremendously powerful antlers like those of a great-horned deer.
Although the White Stag God Manoern had ultimately met a tragic end.
Countless demons had died beneath his