But after his recent experiences, he had gradually come to see clearly the events of the past: it was Gul'dan who had destroyed Draenor, his fel power had granted the Orcs their Berserk strength, but had also polluted the land and the water sources.
Without a doubt, Gul'dan was a Demon's lackey.
Now, listening to Gul'dan's narration, he couldn't help but feel suspicious; the old bastard must be up to another scheme.
He fell silent for a moment, but Gul'dan, with his keen senses, felt the difference in Hell Scream. The Hell Scream of the past was always bloodthirsty and agitated, but today, he was unusually quiet.
"Hell Scream, you must have endured many hardships. You look terrible, but no matter, just have another cup of Demon Blood and you will regain your strength."
He pulled out a cup, like a magic trick, from his embrace, filled to the brim with a viscous green liquid.
