"It's you!" Gul'dan suddenly recognized the other person, the human who had gone to Draenor with Medivh. He could feel the familiar oppressive aura emanating from him.
Following that, a wave of annoyance surged within him. Why!? Why would this guy mess with him?
He looked at the surrounding battleships on the verge of collapse, forcibly squeezing out a smile on his face.
"Great black dragon, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. What brings you to me? There is no need for war, this—"
Boom! An explosion came from a distant warship, some already engulfed in flame. Not every ship had a legendary Magician like Gul'dan to activate a protective shield.
Nesario (Black Dragon King): "There is no misunderstanding, Gul'dan. You dared to covet power that you were not qualified to touch, and that is why you will be destroyed. Your laughable ambition and schemes will come to an end today. Realize, Orc Magician, the power of Deathwing demands fear."
"No!"
