The Dead Shall Return in the Dawn Breeze

Gul'dan was like a pitiful wretch who had dreamed his entire life before finally waking up.

At last, he received Sarkir's response.

But the answer that damned bastard gave him sent him plunging into an icy abyss. In that instant, Dog Egg, who had long since lost all sense of temperature, felt as though he had been thrown into the coldest pool water in the dead of winter. Even his spirit began to tremble, shaking uncontrollably.

What was wrong with this world?

Gul'dan could not help but ask. Why, in this day and age, did a top-tier villain like himself have to suffer such vicious "phone scams"?

Damn it, this was not what we agreed on!

You promised me a new life. You promised that once all this dirty work was done, I could go to the Shadowlands and live above everyone else!

I did every rotten thing you told me to do. I even took the initiative to do dirty work you never asked for.

I created the Scourge and used a series of vicious acts to place myself against all living beings of Azeroth, making every normal person shudder in disgust at the mere mention of my name.

I had gone this far, yet you would not even fulfill that first humble request?

Sarkir!

You damned bastard!

I followed you back on Draenor. You were deceiving me even then, and you are still deceiving me now! I curse you!

I curse you!!!

Bang

Azshara pressed a finger against the ice sealing Gul'dan's soul. She seemed to sense the hatred, terror, fury, and resentment in Dog Egg's heart.

She said:

"Even in hell, there are degrees of evil. Clearly, Gul'dan of Draenor, when it comes to being a 'bad person,' you are still far beneath Lord Sarkir.

"Still, a