Warcraft

There has been a war between

orcs and humans

for as long as

can be remembered.

But there was once a time,

when we did not even know

who our enemy was.

Or what that evil green magic,

the fel, had done to us.

But in the beginning,

how could we have known.

What choice did we have?

Our world was dying.

And I had to find my clan

a new home.

Durotan.

I can feel your eyes.

I thought you were asleep.

I was.

Dreaming of a hunt,

through the snow.

I thought of a name.

Well.

Keep it to yourself, wife.

I'll choose a name

when I meet him.

Or her.

Oh.

And how will the great

Durotan name his son?

If I do not travel with him.

A son?

Can you hide your fat belly?

Better than you can

hide your fat head.

So many clans from one place, Orgrim.

Laughing skull.

Black rock.

All have been summoned.

It will be a mighty warband.

I just wonder

who's left to fight?

Lok'tar ogar!

(Victory or death!)

Victory or death!

Black rock, over there.

How much longer, Blackhand?

We are ready, Gul'dan.

Help me.

My child.

Please let him go.

I beg you.

What did she say?

She begs for you

to free her child.

But I need him.

I need all of them.

Move, half breed.

- What is that?

- Gul'dan's magic.

The fuel of my magic is life.

We only have enough prisoners to

send through our strongest warriors.

But that will be enough.

The enemy is weak.

When we arrive,

we will take them as fuel.

We will build a new portal.

And when it is complete,

we will bring through all...

of the Horde.

Let me go first.

For the Horde!

With child?

You dare bring that burden

into my war band!

Let me go, Blackhand.

Draka!

Push, little one.

Push.

My son.

A new warrior for the Horde.

WARCRAF Ironforge

Lothar, come.

I have got something for you.

- What is it?

- A mechanical marvel.

It's a boom stick.

Odd.

Take water.

You might want to

head home, big man.

Someone has attacked

one of your garrisons.

It seems your king

needs you, commander.

Stormwind

The entire garrison,

and no one saw anything.

We did find someone.

He was searching the bodies,

here, in the barracks.

In the barracks?

Finally.

Are you in command?

.

That's the mark of the Kirin Tor.

What are you doing in my city,

spell chucker?

Let me complete my examination

of the body across the hall.

Now why would I do that?

Within that body is the

secret to your attacks.

What was that?

You must summon the Guardian.

Medivh?

It should be he

who explains it.

Only the king summons the Guardian.

Get him to Goldshire.

- What kind of beasts?

- Rumors, your Majesty.

How does a garrison of 30 men

disappear without a whisper.

The fel.

Or at least it's influence.

Is this him?

Your Majesty.

Dad.

Thank you, son.

So who are you, mage?

My name is Khadgar.

I'm a Guardian novitiate.

I was.

I renounced my vows.

You mean you're a fugitive?

I'm not hiding.

Your Majesty.

I may have left my training but

I didn't leave my abilities behind.

I senses something.

Dark forces, when it's strong it...

almost has a smell.

Knowing that something so evil was

so close I couldn't just ignore it.

What's going on out there?

Smoke, Sir.

The southeast.

Your Majesty, I urge you to engage

the Guardian with all haste.

- They've reached Elwynn Forest.

- The Grand Hamlet is burning.

An attack?

- What?

- Stop requesting Callan.

Stay out of my business.

He wants to follow in

his father's footsteps.

My son doesn't need your help.

Tread carefully when

you talk to your queen.

You are my sister first.

When was your last visit to Karazhan?

With you.

I don't know... 6 years?

And you had no contact

with Medivh since?

Not for the lack of trying.

Well.

He can't hide from us now.

The Guardian is summoned.

Get on.

Good luck.

Okay.

Let me go!

Frostwolves do not join the hunt?

We prefer our enemies armed

with an axe, not a child.

We have been commanded, Durotan.

Respect the old ways.

There must be a worthy foe

somewhere on this dung heap.

Find them all!

Try not to kill too many,

we need them alive.

Lothar.

Moroes.

Look at you.

You haven't aged a bit.

Where is everyone?

Many things have changed.

The power that must be locked away here,

the knowledge.

Where is she?

I didn't know so many books

even existed.

Wait here.

And try not to touch anything.

- He sees no one?

- The world's been at peace.

Good you are here, Lothar.

It would do the Guardian

a world of good

to see a friendly face

beyond this old one.

He can't refuse you...

nor King Wrynn.

Not if he's summoned.

Chop chop.

Did you summon him, Moroes?

No.

He did not.

So.

You become a sculptor?

I'm making a golem.

It usually takes years of magic

to sip into the clay, but up here it's...

... much faster.

Makes someone to keep Moroes company.

Help to clean up around the house.

Thank you.

It's good to see you, Lothar.

We need your guidance, Medivh.

Our king summons you.

Who's the boy downstairs?

Hello?

Guardian?

Have a good look around?

Getting some ideas what you are going to

do with the place once it's yours?

Guardian, I've renounced my vow.

I didn't want to come here.

I swear, Guardian.

I urged them to find you.

I told them...

... you should be

the one to explain.

Explain what?

Fel !

In Azeroth?

In the barracks,

one of the bodies.

Guardian, what is the fel?

A magic unlike any other.

It feeds on life itself.

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