#skreth doesn't explain

Grodish’s troops had tracked the Alliance forces into the Arathi Highlands after they’d made their escape from Horde controlled territory. Finally, the humans and their allies had decided to run no further and turned to face the forces tracking them. This pleased Grodish as he looked forward to destroying the enemy that had been snooping near his dealings.

The death knight stood on a slight hill overlooking the battle, his personal guard standing at the ready to ensure his safety.  To his right stood the Forsaken warlock, raining fire down on the enemy with a wave of his skeletal hand. The battle had been well contested, the humans not wanting to go down without a fight, but the death knight was pleased to see that they were going to succumb to Skreth’s attack.

A flash caught the orc’s attention, and he turned to see that Skreth had stopped casting and was listening to his succubus which had just appeared beside him. Skreth nodded slowly and then said, “Get my mount.” The succubus bowed and moved to where the mounts had been tethered, pulling on the reins of the undead horse and starting to bring it over.  Skreth lowered his hands, his spells ceasing and the fire falling from the sky disappearing, and turned towards the demon with his mount.

“What are you doing?” Grodish demanding. When the Forsaken warlock did not reply, the death knight stepped forward and grabbed Skreth’s shoulder, turning him around. “I said what are you doing?”

The warlock turned his hooded head towards the death knight and placed a hand on Grodish’s chest. Speaking one word, there was a sudden flash and green flames exploded from the warlock’s hand, knocking the orc to the ground with a dull thud. Turning back around, Skreth took the reins and climbed onto his undead steed. Nudging the horse’s ribs with his heels, Skreth started to ride back to the west. Grodish watched, astonished that the warlock would leave without explanation. Then he noticed that the demon was still watching him.