"What do you have in mind?" Ner'zhul stared straight into Gul'dan's eyes.
To be honest, before this, he would never have been willing to listen to any "advice" from this Death Knight... but now, things had changed!
The Alliance's aerial forces had already discovered them, while its army pressed closer from behind... unless they came up with a plan, they would all die here!
"We can fight them!" A treacherous smile spread across Gul'dan's face.
Beside him, Hakkarim Deadeye frowned deeply and could not help interrupting:
"They far outnumber us! Much as I hate to admit it, if we face them head-on, they will defeat and slaughter us. My clansmen and I are willing to sacrifice ourselves for the Horde, but if we die here, you won't be able to reach the Black Temple either."
"At the very least, we need someone to hold them back..." Gul'dan glanced contemptuously at Hakarin.
"Just like Dentha at Hellfire Citadel..." Hakarin's expression instantly darkened. "You want to use the Alliance to kill us!" he said grimly.
"Don't make such groundless accusations. It's very rude!" Gul'dan raised his head and spoke haughtily.
At the same time, his right hand tightened around the Scepter of Sargeras... the strange staff gave off a sickening green glow.
Touched by just a trace of that green light, the Bloodmaul Clan's chieftain collapsed to the ground, howling in pain...
"Someone has to sacrifice themselves for the Horde!" Gul'dan said calmly. "Of course, all of this depends on our Warchief's decision!"
He turned his gaze toward Ner'zhul.
Hakarin also looked at Ner'zhul, his face filled with pain and pleading.
Ner'zhul froze.
"I... I... I..." He began to stammer.
"My dear teacher, do you not fear death... if no one stays behind to hold off the Alliance, we will all die