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Just how I planned it.
(BABY CRYING)
He told me to watch you.
Remember, you are the son of Durotan and Draka,
A new allen wrench for the horde
Well, that's clear.
Take the weak, kill the strong!
I'll do it!
(HOWLING)
ORC 1: That's cheating!
KING LLANE: Varis.
Whatever you plan to do, kid, do it now!
Wherever Gul'Dan works his magic, the land dies.
Lothar will hate me.
One the bodies.
ORC 2: Shame on you!
But such a sacrifice must be earned.
(SCREECHING)
Tell him.
(BLOWS)
You dare bring that e-girl into my warband
Find me at the portal.
the last of my energies to summon you here.
(IN ENGLISH) War with us will solve nothing.
Don't presume you can help me.
What kind of beasts?
KHADGAR: I know you.
Push, little one. Push!
It's a boomstick.
When Jon Plays Heroes of the Storm
If we hold these positions, we will be at our strongest.
gul'dan cheats!
(SOLDIER SCREAMS)
From light comes darkness
You don't look that different to us.
KING LLANE: What kind of being are you?
(IN ENGLISH) Over here!
and from darkness light.
DRAKA: Will you hold your son?
The orcs are building a portal, through which they plan to bring an army.
Fire!
I don't know what danger we're in, Medivh.
Go!
Garona, ride with me.
To defend yourself.
(INHALES)
So...
You might want to head home, big man.
Where is the protector of Azeroth?
For the Alliance!
It's good to see trees again.
From the library.
(GUL'DAN LAUGHS)
What do you suggest?
Tell him to stop.
What do you think?
The power that must be locked away here. The knowledge.
Worse, you've shamed your people by running from an enemy.
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
KING LLANE: Stormwind needs soldiers, arms, horses.
What is this?
Let them see how much stronger I become.
Medivh will cover our retreat.
(IN ENGLISH) It's the incantation to the orc home world.
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MOROES: Place him in the font.
Orcs do not lie.
You there! Rise from your stall and get moving. Now!
(ORCS CHEERING)
Medivh!
- Or her. - (CHUCKLES)
(SCREAMS)
I don't understand what you want me to do.
What is...
(HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEKING)
Your Majesty, I urge you to engage the Guardian with all haste.
Well, killing me will make you a hero.
I would march into Hell for you if I thought there was the slightest chance of victory.
Orc.
Take water.