We may have defeated Azshara, but we still have to deal with Sylvanas. Though our position is not ideal, we have mobilized our available forces and stand ready to finish this war.
King Wrynn wanted me to brief you on the situation before we join him. There have been some... interesting developments.
Varok Saurfang: Anduin. Sylvanas' actions have threatened us all and day by day, her power grows.
Anduin dismounts Reverence outside a ruined watchtower, where he is greeted by Baine and Jaina.
Varok Saurfang: If our world is to survive we must strike while we still can. Meet with me and we will speak.
Anduin ascends the ruined tower to meet with Saurfang, looking out at the encampment of Horde soldiers following him.
Anduin Wrynn: So few...
Saurfang gives a slight grunt of agreement.
Varok Saurfang: How many can you provide?
Anduin Wrynn: Enough for one final assault. If that fails... we're done.
Anduin looks up at Saurfang.
Anduin Wrynn: If we end her reign, what kind of warchief will you be?
Saurfang holds the necklace of his fallen son in his hand.
Varok Saurfang: The Horde I joined was birthed in blood. Tainted by corruption. The road that led to the Dark Portal was long and wide paved with the bones of innocents. We called it the Path of Glory.
Saurfang pounds his hand against the stone.
Varok Saurfang: That was the great lie upon which the Horde was founded... that anything we did was honorable. Thrall, Vol'jin... they were not the true heirs to Blackhand's bloody legacy. Sylvanas Windrunner is.
Anduin Wrynn: No. No, this is the Horde. Led by you. Someone who has...
Varok Saurfang: Honor...
Saurfang snorts in derision.
Varok Saurfang: I've never known honor. They deserve more. But the Horde is doomed to be shackled by the chains of the past.
Anduin Wrynn: The Horde has no exclusive claim to regrets. Arthas, Daelin... The ghosts of the past haunt us as well.
Varok Saurfang: We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored 1000 years. You know this.
Anduin Wrynn: Then what are we fighting for?
Saurfang is silent as he heads down outside the tower, Anduin following him. As he exits the tower, he grabs his axe.
Varok Saurfang: Soldiers! On your feet!
The Horde troops stand, including Lor'themar, Thalyssra, Thrall, and Rexxar.
<Name>, we must speak of the Horde... and the warchief.
The war has proven costly, and the battle against Azshara drained what little resources we had left. The Horde is divided once more and the Alliance fares little better than we do.
Sylvanas is now in a position to destroy everyone she considers an enemy. That means us, as well.
I had hoped that my old friend would see reason, but now...
High Overlord Saurfang is rallying those of us who remain--including some unlikely allies.
Varok Saurfang: Anduin. Sylvanas' actions have threatened us all and day by day, her power grows.
Anduin dismounts Reverence outside a ruined watchtower, where he is greeted by Baine and Jaina.
Varok Saurfang: If our world is to survive we must strike while we still can. Meet with me and we will speak.
Anduin ascends the ruined tower to meet with Saurfang, looking out at the encampment of Horde soldiers following him.
Anduin Wrynn: So few...
Saurfang gives a slight grunt of agreement.
Varok Saurfang: How many can you provide?
Anduin Wrynn: Enough for one final assault. If that fails... we're done.
Anduin looks up at Saurfang.
Anduin Wrynn: If we end her reign, what kind of warchief will you be?
Saurfang holds the necklace of his fallen son in his hand.
Varok Saurfang: The Horde I joined was birthed in blood. Tainted by corruption. The road that led to the Dark Portal was long and wide paved with the bones of innocents. We called it the Path of Glory.
Saurfang pounds his hand against the stone.
Varok Saurfang: That was the great lie upon which the Horde was founded... that anything we did was honorable. Thrall, Vol'jin... they were not the true heirs to Blackhand's bloody legacy. Sylvanas Windrunner is.
Anduin Wrynn: No. No, this is the Horde. Led by you. Someone who has...
Varok Saurfang: Honor...
Saurfang snorts in derision.
Varok Saurfang: I've never known honor. They deserve more. But the Horde is doomed to be shackled by the chains of the past.
Anduin Wrynn: The Horde has no exclusive claim to regrets. Arthas, Daelin... The ghosts of the past haunt us as well.
Varok Saurfang: We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored 1000 years. You know this.
Anduin Wrynn: Then what are we fighting for?
Saurfang is silent as he heads down outside the tower, Anduin following him. As he exits the tower, he grabs his axe.
Varok Saurfang: Soldiers! On your feet!
The Horde troops stand, including Lor'themar, Thalyssra, Thrall, and Rexxar.
The Eve of Battle
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[60] Stay of Execution
[60] The Eve of Battle.
Begin the briefing, Master Shaw.
Patch 8.2.5 (2019-09-24): Added. 