The Betrayer

"Gul'dan! This is our chance! Why aren't you attacking Orgrimmar? Are you afraid?! If you are, then hand those Darkspear Trolls over to me. Yes, and Zul'jin too—he's the key to my comeback!"

Varimathras, who had been defeated by Leiluo in Tirisfal Glades and had fled in panic, had somehow ended up with Gul'dan again. From the sound of it, he'd been with Gul'dan for quite some time—long enough to know that Gul'dan had fooled another follower.

"You can speak louder, if you want. Let's see whether Zul'jin kills you when he hears that."

Gul'dan sat comfortably in his chair, sipping some murky green liquid from a cup. He looked at Varimathras as though he were an idiot.

"Varimathras, power is what decides everything. Do you understand? Look at yourself now. What use are you? Have you cleared the Holy Light Leiluo put into your body? Do you have any followers, any territory? You have nothing. What makes you think Zul'jin would follow you?

"You have nothing. What gives you the right to shout at me?"

As he spoke those last words, Gul'dan's expression turned icy. His gaze was like the bitter wind howling through December, chilling to the bone and making people shiver without thinking.

"Gul'dan! This is what you promised me!"

Varimathras kept talking, but his voice had clearly dropped, as if someone were squeezing his throat.

"Haha, Varimathras, you're a Terror Demon King. Do you really believe in verbal promises? I wouldn't trust a written promise, either. Without power to back it up, solemn vows and keeping one's word are all bullshit!"

As he spoke, Gul'dan rose and walked over to Varimathras, addressing him earnestly.

"Varimathras, it's not that I don't intend to keep my promise. It's just that if I did, you'd have no way of