Meanwhile... Back in Lordaeron, the Burning Legion commences its invasion...
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Tichondrius teleports onto a cliff overlooking a human town being ravaged by the Burning Legion. The dreadlord runs up to Mannoroth in the middle of the carnage.
Tichondrius:Hail, mighty Mannoroth. How goes the invasion?
Mannoroth:Bah! These frail humans offer no real resistance.
Tichondrius:Then the Scourge did its job well, unlike some others I could name.
Mannoroth slams the ground in anger.
Mannoroth:Do not mock me, dreadlord. I am aware of the orcs' failure. When I find them, I will discipline them myself!
Tichondrius:Yes, actually, that's why I've come. I thought you might like to know that the orcs are no longer here.
Mannoroth:What? Are you certain?
Tichondrius:Certain as ever, Mannoroth. My agents, at least, are always dependable. They tell me that the orcs have landed on Kalimdor.
Mannoroth:Kalimdor? But what could they be-- Bah! The orcs are mine by right, and I will claim them, wherever they choose to run!
Archimonde:And you are mine, Mannoroth! You would do well to remember that fact. We will watch the wayward orcs and wait. Despite their failure, they may still prove useful to us.
Tichondrius: Hail, mighty Mannoroth. How goes the invasion?
Mannoroth: Bah! These frail humans offer no real resistance.
Archimonde: And you are mine, Mannoroth! You would do well to remember that fact. We will watch the wayward orcs and wait. Despite their failure, they may still prove useful to us.
