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Coward you think to stop the warcheif of the Horde with pebbles I will show you the true
power of the elements great spirits of the earth help us in our
hour of need let's go quickly What is this?
Welcome to your future -- what little there is left of it...
Too long... Tireless, endless planning... It will not end like this...
Need more time... The Master is near... Such power! Can you not feel it, mortals?
Cease this foolishness and join me! I will not fail! Not again!
I cannot hold... Destabilizing... YOU HAVE FAILED ME, VARIMATHRAS!
A thousand-thousand pardons, Master! I will deal with these intruders myself!
Years... wasted... WE ARE VICTORIOUS!
The Undercity belongs to the Horde once more! LOK'TAR!
Dark Lady, join me! You have fought hard and spilled much blood for this right. The Royal
Quarter belongs to you! Such will be the fate of all enemies of the
Horde, Warchief. Now we must deal with the wretch, Putress.
We shall, Sylvanas... Alliance horns? Stay on guard!
The king and his group walks in. I was away for too long. My absence cost us
the lives of some of our greatest heroes. Trash like you and this evil witch were allowed
to roam free - unchecked. But the time has come to make things right,
to disband your treacherous kingdom of murderers and thieves. Putress was the first strike.
Many more will come. I've waited a long time for this, Thrall.
For every time I was thrown into one of your damned arenas... for every time I killed a
green-skinned aberration like you... I could only think of only one thing.
What our world could be without you and your twisted Horde... It ends now, Warchief.
ATTACK! FOR STORMWIND! FOR BOLVAR! FOR THE ALLIANCE!
VARIAN, NO! STOP! It did not have to be like this...
It ends like it began... All that we have fought for in this world
is lost. The hopes and dreams carried by my father and mother... by Doomhammer... Gone...
If only you were here right now, old friend. You would know what to do.
I know what he would do. He would say to you what I am about to say
to you: Thrall. Lead your people. Let's go home, old friend.
It's good to have you back, Varok, old friend. I'm sorry about your boy.