Gul'dan watched everything unfolding before him with deep satisfaction.
What a delightful feeling it was to hold the entire Horde in the palm of his hand.
Blackhand was merely a puppet. The true masters of the Horde were Gul'dan himself and his Shadow Council!
Three orcs, Orgrimmar, Eitrigg, and Varok Saurfang, approached. They all belonged to the Blackrock Clan and were Warchief Blackhand's three lieutenants.
Eitrigg and Saurfang both deliberately averted their eyes... Though they needed to rely on warlocks in battle, deep down they despised warlocks like Gul'dan.
"Hmph..." Gul'dan was furious. If not for the needs of the war, he swore he would have made these two orcs taste pain.
Only the orc named Orgrimmar bowed his head humbly and greeted him. "Lord Gul'dan!"
This orc is rather good... Gul'dan assessed inwardly.
Suddenly, Gul'dan's expression changed... A voice seemed to be calling to him!
Ignoring Orgrimmar's greeting, he ran straight toward the wilderness outside Shattrath City...
A figure in a black hood appeared before Gul'dan... He was thin and frail, and he was not an orc. At the same time, Gul'dan could sense power radiating from him that filled him with fear!
"Impossible!" Gul'dan roared.
How could such a powerful being still exist on the planet Draenor?
He drew his staff and attacked without hesitation, unleashing the full force of his fel power...
Yet the stranger still seemed perfectly calm. He merely took out a staff that looked like a wooden stick... The fel power that had always proved unstoppable accomplished nothing this time. At the same time, a powerful impact struck Gul'dan, knocking him to the ground and sending his staff flying from his hand!
The stranger slowly walked over.
Gul'dan felt fear, a fear he had not felt in a very long time!
"If this world