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It pollutes the user,

twisting everything it touches.

It promises great power but

it exacts a terrible price.

There is no place for

the fel in Azeroth.

You've done the right thing.

We'll go.

Hey.

Go home, you.

Step in.

- Medivh.

- Your Grace.

It has been too long.

Come.

Help us get to the roots

of these troubles about.

- What kind of beasts?

- They are saying giants.

Armed giants.

Wolves to carry them.

Huge unstoppable monsters

What are the other kingdoms?

Are they suffering the same?

All seek our protection yet not trust

us enough to tell us anything.

We know nothing about

these so call monsters.

We need prisoners.

Even a corpse

can tell us something.

I don't know what danger

we're in, Medivh.

I exist to protect this realm, my lord.

It is my very purpose.

I am the Guardian.

At least for the time being anyhow.

Yes.

What are we going to do about...

What is his name?

Khadgar, sire.

He'll be coming with us.

Well then.

We better get going.

ELWYNN:

FORES Halt!

It can't be.

- What is this?

- Can't tell from the look of it.

.

Guardian.

Close ranks!

Watch your back!

Victory or death!

Watch the flank to your left!

Watch your flank!

- Watch your flank!

- To your left!

Guardian!

Now you die, you beast!

Don't try and take them on

with brute force.

They are stronger.

Be smarter.

The fel.

They're all dying.

Only the green ones!

Kill that big bastard!

Durotan.

Move.

Guardian.

Guardian, what did you do?

I was right, wasn't I?

It's here.

- Where are you going?

- Get these men safely back to Stormwind.

I've to return to Karazhan.

You did well today.

- Where's the Guardian?

- Karazhan.

We need a prisoner.

Where's your horse?

- Uh. They took my horse.

- Really?

Just stay there.

How much do you

love your master?

I'll do it.

Back off!

Pity.

It would have make a good coat.

Over here!

- You took it alone.

- Yes.

Looks like the runt to the litter.

You.

What are you?

And why do you

attack our lands?

- He does not know what you speak.

- You speak our language?

Speak one more word

of their language.

And I will wear your tongue.

I will not warn you again.

- Tell him to stop.

- You tell him.

You're welcome.

Have you a name?

You understand our language.

Again, have you a name?

Garona.

She calls herself, Garona.

What kind of being are you?

She seems more like us

than those... beast we fought.

Orc.

Orc?

That's what you are?

Or the beast in the cage was?

I know every races in the Seven Kingdoms.

I've never heard of orc.

Show me where you come from.

This is not orc world.

Orc world is dead.

Orcs take this world now.

Not from this world.

How did you get here?

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