It’s my mission!”

Tichondrius bowed down respectfully and complimented the deceiver:

"And all of this has been accomplished under your wise leadership. The Dark Titan will definitely trust you more because of this!"

"Well, I understand."

This good news hardly made the tired Kil'jaeden feel happy. He waved his hand and motioned for Tichondrius to go down, but the Dread Lord rolled his eyes and did not leave. Instead, he whispered:

"And there's good news. Our spies in the world of Draenor discovered some unusual movements in Shattrath City. The Naaru seem to be preparing some actions, and they may have something to do with Velen!"

"Velan!"

This name made Kil'jaeden raise his head suddenly, and he put aside the seal made from the skull in his hand. The Deceiver's eyes narrowed, and a strange idea suddenly jumped into his mind.

Archimonde is dead...it needs a helper, a trustworthy person, Velen...maybe it is suitable.

But before that, it must find a way to defeat the prophet's reason and faith in the Holy Light, and the Eye of Aman'Thul will be sent back soon. The moment when the Pillar of Creation is captured by the Legion, it has already assembled

When the finished demon army invades Azeroth again... maybe now, it's time to "have a chat" with his good brother Velen.

The fraudster thought for a few minutes, then knocked on the table and said to Tichondrius calmly:

"Then go! Continue to do what you should do, and don't let Cassanatir discover your dual identity. In addition, find General Lakish for me..."

Upon hearing this order, Tichondrius's gloomy eyes flashed with pride, and he respectfully exited the Temple of the Deceiver. When leaving the throne shrouded in flames, Tichondrius snorted:
Chapter completed!