They Successfully Reached the Wall

Just as Gul'dan was feeling smug, Zul'jin, who had been kneeling before him, suddenly sprang up, pulled a bundle of bottles and jars from his waist, and hurled them viciously to the ground.

The assortment of bottles and jars shattered on impact. Black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray gases billowed out of them, instantly filling the area around Zul'jin.

Gul'dan knew how dangerous Zul'jin's voodoo could be, so the moment Zul'jin sprang up, he bolted outside. When he turned and saw the entire room being ravaged by clouds of colored mist, Varimathras's anguished cries rang out as well. Who could have imagined that the Terror Demon King, so shrewd and cunning, who had survived all manner of perilous situations, would ultimately die at the hands of a Troll Witch Doctor in a little house? Varimathras was filled with resentment.

But what good was resentment? It couldn't change a thing. Varimathras's voice grew fainter and fainter, until it fell silent. Only after the mist had dispersed did Gul'dan dare take a distant look at Varimathras. Even then, he didn't dare enter the area the mist had filled. Who knew if the poison had cleared? Gul'dan valued his life far too much. A distant glimpse of Varimathras was the greatest tribute he could manage.

Varimathras lay face-down on the ground, his wings corroded and riddled with holes, utterly tattered. His once grayish-white skin had turned green from the poisonous mist. Worse still, pus-filled blisters covered his body, swelling and bursting in turns, a sight that made anyone's skin crawl. One of Varimathras's eyes had burst, with scraps dangling from the socket. The other was gray and lifeless, yet held such intense resentment that anyone who saw it could feel the grievance in his heart.

At the sight of Varimathras's