“Oh, we will be useful,” Gul’dan assured him, bowing low. His mind was already working. “I will create for you a host of creatures such as you have never seen before, mighty Doomhammer—warriors who will serve you alone. With their might and our magic we will crush this world’s magi even as the Horde tramples its warriors into the dust.”
Doomhammer nodded, his snarl fading to a thoughtful frown. “Very well,” he said at last. “You have promised me warriors who can combat the humans’ magic. I will hold you to that.” Then he turned and walked away, clearly dismissing him. The orc warriors departed as well, leaving Gul’dan still on his knees with Cho’gall not far away. The orc warlock thought he heard them laughing as they left.
Damn him! Gul’dan thought, watching the warchief disappear back into his tent. And damn that human wizard as well! Gul’dan shook his head. Perhaps he should be cursing his own impatience instead. It had been that which had driven him to enter Medivh’s mind, seeking the information the Magus had promised but thus far withheld from him. And it had merely been bad luck that Gul’dan had been inside Medivh’s mind when the human had died, his own spirit weakened by the sudden violence. He had been trapped, unable to return to his body all this time, unaware of the world around him. And that had given Doomhammer the opportunity to seize control.
But now, at last, he was awake again. And once more he could pursue his plans. Because at least that desperate, dangerous act had not been wasted. Gul’dan had the information he needed. And soon he would not need Doomhammer or the Horde any longer. Soon he would be all-powerful without them.
“Gather the others,” he told Cho’gall, pushing himself up off the ground and testing his limbs. He was weak, but he would manage. He had no time to do otherwise. “I will forge them into a clan in truth, one that will serve my own ends and protect me from Doomhammer’s wrath. They shall be Stormreavers, and they will show all the Horde what we warlocks can accomplish, until even Doomhammer cannot deny their worth. Gather your clan as well.” Cho’gall led the Twilight’s Hammer clan—they were obsessed with the end of the world but were fearsome fighters. “There is much to do.”
