"The bombs are in the wrong places! You idiots, you Horde pigs! If you want to kill yourselves, don't drag us down with you!"
"Bullshit! You long-winded gnomes, this is how we Horde plant bombs! These are the most advanced demolition techniques certified by the Bilgewater Cartel. What the hell do you Alliance dogs know!"
"Stop!"
"Shut up!"
This was the surface entrance to Uldir. The Alliance and Horde armies had fully withdrawn and were now setting demolition charges at the entrance, preparing to bury the entire Uldir and permanently seal this Titan laboratory.
King Rastakhan watched the bickering allied soldiers. He had no interest in this kind of factional squabbling and was preparing to return to the capital, Dazar'alor, with his daughter, Princess Talanji.
Oh, with Titan's divine power infused into him, King Rastakhan had naturally won that duel. Prophet Zul had been beaten like a dog.
But the old prophet had already been thoroughly brainwashed by G'huun. Even in defeat, he still wore that utterly stubborn, damned expression that said everyone else was wrong and only he was right.
"Kill me, foolish Rastakhan. I shall be reborn through an even greater power, while you are nothing more than the Titans' obedient dog."
Zul knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He did not care in the slightest about his fate.
"Kill you? No, no, honored Prophet. I respect you, so I have decided to grant your wish."
As he spoke, King Rastakhan waved his hand. Four chains of divine power abruptly appeared, binding Zul's hands and feet and firmly pinning him to the edge of the shattered circular platform. Below lay the abyss of the Corrupted Heart, whose depths were now utterly empty.
"Since you love Uldir so much, you can stay here forever. Once we destroy the facility