Archimonde

Archimonde stood quietly in the void, with countless demons behind him. No one would feel comfortable being surrounded like that. Aiden was no exception.

"You… can you really stop the Burning Legion's claws?" Aiden couldn't help but ask the Naaru again.

Xi'dar replied, "Don't worry, we are very familiar with this opponent."

"Then what should I do?"

"We will create an opportunity for you to fairly duel Archimonde or Kil'jaeden. You only need to defeat one of them."

"Only need… to defeat one?" Aiden felt that these two words sounded so light and ordinary, but the meaning behind them made him completely lack the confidence that the Naaru had. "How can I defeat them? Do you have any more specific tips besides 'change the norm'?"

"Yes."

"Tell me quickly before the fight starts!"

"In the Twisting Nether, time and space are both illusory. You must remember this. If you can see through the secret behind it, you can defeat Archimonde!"

"Dealing with Kil'jaeden will also be a piece of cake."

"Perhaps you can even fight the Titans."

The Naaru chimed in.

Aiden muttered the key points they mentioned. Before, in Icecrown Citadel, when he used the ability of the Catalyst Stone to cast Time Rewind, Zilean had also told him, "Time and space are a unified existence. When time is void, space will also be void; when time is a solid, space will also be a solid.", which sounded the same as what the Naaru said.

Before, he relied on this point to understand how to break the Hourglass of Time's influence on time, but it seemed that there were deeper levels waiting for him to discover.

Just as he was thinking, the shouts outside the fortress interrupted his thoughts.

Archimonde's voice came from his ear:

"I know you're in there, human. The Naaru's fortress cannot guarantee your safety. Come out, offer that thing and submit to me, work for the Burning Legion, and I might consider not killing you."

Aiden looked at the Naaru next to him and asked, "Should I answer?"

"As you wish."

"Alright," Aiden nodded to show that he understood. He shouted to Archimonde in the void, "Go back to eating shit, you traitor!" He cursed in Chinese and Common, and finally felt refreshed, and finally felt relieved when he saw Archimonde, who was furious in the void.

A group of Naaru looked at each other, obviously they didn't expect Aiden to curse at the other side with swear words. Archimonde didn't expect it even more. In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had been cursed by countless people, but no one had ever dared to scold him like this to his face.

"Alright, now I'm in a good mood—you won't pit me, right? I mean, will I be Flash Saled by Archimonde in one move?"

Archimonde's eyes flashed fiercely, and he roared, "I won't kill this guy easily, I will torture his soul, wait until he kneels down and begs for mercy, give him a little hope to live, and then strangle it cruelly!"

"Calm down, Archimonde!" Kil'jaeden persuaded, "This person is not without the ability to resist, don't let anger obscure your reason."

"He's not cursing you!" Archimonde shouted, "Attack! Attack now!"

As the commander of the Burning Legion, countless demons pounced on the Naaru's super fortress under his command. But before that, countless rays of light were connected to each other, forming a barrier of Holy Light outside the fortress. Weaker demons would be directly annihilated upon impact, and stronger ones dared not force their way in.

"These guys only know this turtle shell trick!" Archimonde looked at this scene contemptuously. He turned to Kil'jaeden, "Help me tear open the defense line, I'll go kill them!"

"I will do that, but I hope you can calm down a little," Kil'jaeden said, "I must remind you that humans who can enter the Twisting Nether are not objects for us to manipulate at will. Don't forget the person I was chasing before."

"Open it," Archimonde didn't want to say more.

"…Alright, as you wish." Kil'jaeden knew his good brother's personality very well. Impatient, irritable and sensitive. When they were still Eredar, Kil'jaeden and Velen both knew Archimonde's personality very well, and they accommodated him in many things. And his arrogance stems from his power. Except for their master Sargeras, Archimonde led the Burning Legion to destroy countless worlds, and almost no one could resist his power.

And after Sargeras stumbled in Azeroth, Archimonde had become the actual leader of the Burning Legion. This made his arrogance even more serious than before. Almost a kind of self-respecting mentality is slowly growing. Even this time, when Sargeras personally ordered them to come and obtain the heart from Aiden, Archimonde was indignant—because Azeroth was summoning him, and because when Sargeras got his heart, he would be able to revive again. Then Archimonde will lose his current position.

'Perhaps he really should suffer a little,' Kil'jaeden thought. He began to cast spells, and powerful fel energy followed his guidance and stained the Holy Light barrier. A big hole was immediately corroded there.

Archimonde instantly drilled into the Naaru fortress through the loophole. And the corroded hole also returned to its original state immediately.

Archimonde single-handedly killed his way in, he would break through this super fortress from the inside.

Aiden almost immediately sensed his arrival. He turned his head and saw fourteen Naaru connecting with each other, sharing each other's power. It was they who jointly created the Holy Light barrier outside the fortress.

"Go, our power will be completely open to you."

"Remember our words."

"Take our hope and blessings."

"Defeat Archimonde!"

"I will do my best." Aiden nodded solemnly, he summoned his weapon, and came outside the fortress in one step. He ran head-on into Archimonde who had just come in.

"It's you!" Archimonde was not so furious when he saw his target. He bent down and stared at Aiden, his expression full of teasing, "What a tiny creature. Do you still have the courage you had just now?"

Aiden felt the power he could control—time, nature and Holy Light. The latter is particularly powerful. He felt like he was standing next to the sun, able to draw on the infinite and vast power of Holy Light at will.

"Do you want me to curse you in a different way again?" Aiden was no longer nervous after seeing Archimonde. Because he had just figured out a question: Archimonde was originally an Eredar, and his body should be the same as the Draenei, and his height would not exceed 9 feet. His current height of at least twenty meters is almost entirely due to the transformation of fel energy.

He remembered what the Naaru had told him before, that Archimonde was only tangible but without substance. Such a huge body actually only has a visual impact. The size of the body does not directly represent the strength of the power.

'Then I can too!' This thought flashed through his mind. Then in the next moment, this thought was transformed into reality—supported by the power of Holy Light, his body rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he became almost as tall as Archimonde.

"They lent you their power," Archimonde saw this scene, "Very good, then I only need to defeat you, which is equal to defeating all of you!"

Aiden felt the power in his new body. Now he didn't have to look up at Archimonde, and his mentality was truly balanced. Before, he really didn't think he could resist this great demon who had killed countless powerful people. But now, he felt that at least in the void, in the Naaru's fortress, he could try to challenge this demon!

"Then just try it! If I kill you, I will be doing Azeroth a favor!" The Holy Flame burning on Aiden's sword was bluer and purer, and he could feel the terrifying temperature and power contained in it.

The two sides charged towards each other almost at the same time.

Archimonde's sharp and hard claws were his most terrifying weapon. He stretched out his left hand to block the Silver Judgment, and his right claw grabbed towards Aiden's body. He showed no mercy, ready to give this ignorant guy a blow.

But he still underestimated the temperature of the Holy Flame on the Silver Judgment. When the severe burning pain made him subconsciously retract his hand, he realized this. He backed away, saw the scorch marks on his palm, and showed a smile, but the smile looked more evil.

"Not bad, not bad, you can actually use the power of the Holy Light to cause me damage. I admit I underestimated you, human. Then, I'll let you see my magic too!" Archimonde's fingers bent, and a ball of flames burned in his hand.

Aiden also sensed the terrifying temperature from a distance, completely no less than the blue flames burning on Silver Judgment.

'Stop him!'

He had such a thought.

He could use the power of time—he had a flash of inspiration. In the Twisting Nether, there is no concept of flowing time. People will not be hungry or tired, and if they do not encounter danger, they will not even die of old age. But this does not mean that there is no time here.

Aiden activated the power of time to freeze it—he found that it was much easier to use it in the Twisting Nether than in Azeroth. Because this did not hinder the flow of the timeline, it would naturally not encounter resistance.

So Archimonde's expression froze there, and the flames in his hand also froze.

This discovery greatly encouraged him, and he felt that at least he was basically invincible.

Aiden walked over, and he began to hesitate—should his sword be placed on Archimonde's neck, or should he choose to eliminate this terrifying fire spell first?

The former idea was too tempting. Once successful, Archimonde would most likely be seriously injured. This would give him a greater chance of victory.

Time resumed, and Aiden fiercely stabbed the sword into Archimonde's neck. The great demon's eyes were filled with astonishment, but the sword still pierced through.

Archimonde flew back, and green blood was spurting from his neck. He covered his neck with his hand, and blood still flowed from between his fingers. His eyes were full of vigilance: "The power of time—why can you use the power of time in the Twisting Nether?"

"Good question!" Aiden was a little disappointed. He originally thought that piercing the throat should seriously injure the opponent, but it didn't seem to be the case. The other party hardly took such injuries to heart. Obviously, Archimonde was more concerned about why Aiden could use the power of time in the Twisting Nether.

But Aiden himself didn't know, he even thought anyone could. But it didn't seem to be the case.

Aiden said, "You tell me first, why aren't you seriously injured?"

Archimonde took his hand away from his neck, and the injury there had almost completely recovered. Apart from the green blood dripping in the void, it was almost impossible to find any trace of his injury.

"Because you don't understand the Nether." The demon showed a playful smile, "Although you did surprise me, you don't have the ability to kill me."

"Now it's your turn, tell me, why can you control time here?"

"Because I am me." Aiden himself didn't know the answer, so he could only make up something to deal with the other party. He didn't come to negotiate with Archimonde, and in the end, they would still have to fight to determine the final result.

"Very good, no one has dared to fool me for many years." Archimonde's voice was chilling. His body suddenly began to burn, and green fel energy was attached to his skin, burning fiercely, turning him into a fire giant. "You will pay the price!"

The demon suddenly rushed over, so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of Aiden's thinking. He didn't even have time to use the power of time, he just used Holy Protection to protect himself. With the blessing of the Naaru's power, he was now almost like a Holy Light god, enough to cast any known Holy Light spells. Complete Holy Protection was naturally a matter of course.

He felt himself being hit by a huge force, and Archimonde hugged the golden shield, the power of fel energy constantly eroding its defense.

Aiden had to use the power of time again to freeze time again. When he left the shield, the fel flames on Archimonde's body scorched his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.

It was full of disgusting aura. This was not only hellfire, but also the despair and hatred of hell.

The flames on Archimonde's body prevented him from attacking at close range. The demon was using this to ignite his body with fel flames, preventing Aiden from approaching.

He stood at a safe distance, and while restoring time, he waved his long sword from a distance, and some of the holy flames on the sword splashed onto Archimonde's body. But it didn't seem to produce any obvious effect.

"Holy Light is ineffective against me!" Archimonde shouted and pounced again.

He had to find his weakness! Aiden silently observed.

—

When the news of the expedition team's return came out, Lordaeron began a new round of meetings. But this time, more people participated. Not only the leaders or representatives of various races and countries, but also some people from other major forces. For example, Uther, who will attend the meeting as a Paladin representative and leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The white-haired Jaina is now renamed Anna, and she will also participate in the meeting as a key figure to speak from experience. She walked alone on the avenue in the flower garden leading to the throne hall. The flowers and trees around her evoked her distant memories. More than twenty years ago, she first met Arthas here. And more than ten years ago, this most powerful city of mankind was destroyed by her beloved Prince Arthas and turned into ruins.

"Jaina, what are you doing here?" A voice that she had only heard in her dreams for many years came from behind her. This made her body stiffen slightly.

Arthas's voice.

He quickly walked up and took the other's hand. When he was about to give his beloved woman a warm hug, he realized—this was another white-haired woman named Anna. Although she was also very beautiful, she was not the same as Jaina.

He instantly felt extremely embarrassed, and the other party's stiff body made him think that she must think he was molesting her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I thought you were..."

Arthas had almost never been so embarrassed.

"Thought I was Jaina?" Anna's voice carried an indescribable emotion. She felt some undue secret joy, but also heartache, because she was not the Jaina that the other party really missed.

"Sorry, I was too rude... I mistook your back for hers..." Arthas explained in a daze.

Jaina was stunned. Yes, she had changed her appearance and her hair color was different, but her back was still the same. Since Arthas could recognize her, then her father must also—she really didn't know how to face her current father.

'I can't let him recognize me,' she had such a thought. She knew this was an escape.

She shook her head and squeezed out a reluctant smile: "It's Alright, Prince. Just a mistake."

After Arthas was forgiven, he quickly found an excuse to leave, otherwise they would become more and more awkward. Anna then cast a spell to change her body shape again.

'Now no one else should be able to recognize me.' She thought so. She asked those who knew her identity to keep it a secret for her. Apart from those who participated in the battle on the Frozen Throne, only Antonidas knew her true identity through Rhonin's crystal.

If possible, she hoped to live like this as Anna forever and correct the mistakes she had made before.

After arriving at the throne hall, Anna saw Daelin in the crowd at first glance. He was still wearing that well-fitting admiral's dress uniform and medals. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his expression was serious and focused. Seeming to feel someone watching, he cast a questioning look at Anna. Anna squeezed out a smile and turned her head away, walking quickly to her seat.

She didn't dare to look any longer, she was afraid that she would not be able to restrain her intense emotions. And the her in this timeline was sitting next to Daelin, her youthful face looking beautiful and confident. The love she received seemed to make even her golden hair shine dazzlingly. Making Anna dare not look directly.

Next to her was Mograine. The paladin saw that her expression was not good and understood her very well.

"Are you Alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Anna tried hard to sort out her mood. Later, she will be an important speaker, even more important than Mograine.

Because she came from the future, she personally witnessed the disasters suffered by the people of Azeroth.

When everyone arrived, the meeting began.