As the saying went, hope always arrived when least expected.
Just as the Fel Orc brothers of Hellfire Citadel were weeping to the heavens and calling for their mothers in despair, brother Gul'dan from the main timeline appeared. He brought with him the mighty Dawn Legion, like a flock of adorable little Fel angels riding five-colored auspicious clouds to take their miserable lives.
Ahem, he had come to recruit them.
Kilrogg immediately dropped to his knees with a clatter, as grandly as mountains collapsing and jade pillars toppling.
"Big brother, take us with you! Just give us something to eat! We can't go on like this!"
Without comparison, there was no harm. Look at what a sorry state Gul'dan on their side was in, then look at Gul'dan from the World of Azeroth. The choice was not difficult at all!
The mysteriously vanished Gul'dan and his Shadow Council had been loyal lackeys of the Burning Legion. At most, his subordinates consisted of a handful of minor demon lords sent out by the Legion on business trips, with the rest being Fel Orc Warlocks and low-ranking demons—a foreign-funded puppet corporation through and through.
As for Gul'dan from the World of Azeroth, he commanded substantial forces. All manner of high-ranking demons filled his ranks, and the dense fel fluctuations radiating from him were impossible to conceal. He was clearly a high-ranking old official within the system.
Even that two-headed ogre, Cho'gall, following behind him was countless times stronger than the Cho'gall on their side!
In short, although Gul'dan before them was likewise a loyal lackey of the Dark Titan, at least he was doing far better than the other Gul'dan! At the very least, he would not run off with the money!
"Kilrogg Deadeye, tsk, tsk, tsk... Your parallel world is just