Broken Isles, Tomb of Sargeras.
Boss Hu kicked Gul'dan's corpse, which still wore an unwilling expression, then curled his lip. He pulled a comfortable soft sofa from one of his spatial rings and plopped down in front of the Fel Portal, making no gesture for the Firstborn of the Gods to stop the Burning Legion brothers from hauling away the body.
What the hell did you even keep in that spatial ring of yours...? Kil'jaeden badly wanted to complain, but wisely chose not to.
The situation was rather awkward now. After their forced small talk had failed, the Deceiver stood on the other side of the portal, neither leaving nor staying, utterly helpless and lost.
After a while, this Titan apparently could not find anything else to talk about either, so he waved a hand.
"Alright, alright. Let Sargeras come over and talk to me instead. Go play somewhere else, okay? Be good and don't cause me trouble."
Kil'jaeden instantly vanished upon hearing that.
Ah, this was exactly what I wanted. Ever since he had witnessed the shamelessness of the Titan old hooligan before him in the Outland world, Kil'jaeden had been on high alert, terrified of falling for his tricks again. Where would he even go to seek justice then?
What was most infuriating was that he could do nothing about him. He could not beat him, did not dare curse him out, and could not run away. It was simply suffocating, helpless, and pitiful.
After another moment, an incomparably familiar divine might of Fel Energy suddenly descended, spreading through the Fel Portal to this side of the World of Azeroth. It was the fluctuation of Sargeras's divine power.
"This was merely an accident. You should know that perfectly well. This orcish ant came from a parallel world at