"My lord, the citadel is running at full capacity, I forsee no complications."
"Good...then proceed as planned."
Kel'thuzad watched as the image of the Lich King disappeared...and he sighed. 'I sometimes wonder if he asks too much of us...but no one would defy him...not even I....' Kel'thuzad was an Arch-Lich, an undead sorceror who is nothing but bones, kept together only by foul sorcery and his phylactery, his prime essence, being stored in a spot which no one would dare look...the pinnacle of Icecrown Citadel itself.
An acolyte suddenly ran in, as Kel'thuzad was brooding over his thoughts, and shouted "we are under attack! They have already defeated the lords of the spider and plague wing and are almost finished with the abomination wing! Only the military wing will be left standing but even they are faltering!"
Kel'thuzad got out of his seat, "then...I shall prepare myself...for they have no idea who they face." The acolyte was stunned, surely Kel'thuzad would