World of Azeroth, South Sea, Broken Isles region.
A crude, dilapidated wooden boat slowly made its way toward the island where the Tomb of Sargeras stood.
The two-headed ogre warlock named Cho'gall personally served as the rower, his two thick arms rapidly working the oars. However, lacking the knack for it and having never done such menial work before, he moved the boat very slowly.
The Shadow Council was finished. All the Fel Orc Warlocks and ogre warlocks had become live targets for the defending machine guns around the Dark Portal, covering Boss Gul'dan's escape.
This was the largest border checkpoint leading into the World of Azeroth, as well as the rear stronghold of those colonial invaders. Its military presence was self-evident. If Gul'dan did not pay some toll, there was no way he could get through.
But Gul'dan did not care in the slightest. So what if the Shadow Council was gone? He still had his trusted confidant Cho'gall at his side, so he was not quite alone and helpless yet.
Most importantly, he had successfully infiltrated the World of Azeroth. Based on the current point in time of the parallel world of Draenor, this should be Azeroth thirty-five years in the future.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver had personally issued the order: once Gul'dan successfully entered the Tomb of Sargeras, he was to immediately contact and summon the Burning Legion from thirty-five years in the future, then take away Sargeras's divine body sealed in the deepest part of the tomb.
As long as he completed this task, Gul'dan would have rendered outstanding service and officially joined the Burning Legion, that international corporation. They would arrange a solid senior position for him, assign him a few succubus secretaries, and from then on, he could sit in an office at Antorus, the