# # (soldier exhales) (wind whistling) (clanging, thudding) (metallic squeaking) (orc grunting) DUROTAN (voice-over): There has been a war between orcs and humans for as long as can be remembered. (orc grunts, exhales) DUROTAN: But there was once a time when we did not even know who our enemy was... (wind gusting) (orc grunts) ...or what that evil green magic, the Fel, had done to us. (orc huffing, grunting) (orc panting) - (human soldier yells) - (roaring) (clank!) DUROTAN: But in the beginning, how could we have known? (voice-over): What choice did we have? Our world was dying, and I had to find my clan a new home. (inhales, exhales) DRAKA: Durotan... I can feel your eyes. (Draka inhales, exhales) I thought you were asleep. I was. (grunting quietly) Dreaming of a hunt... (sighs) ...through the snow. (Durotan groans, sighs) I've thought of a name. Well, keep it to yourself, wife. I'll choose a name when I meet him. -Or her. -(Draka chuckles) Oh? And how will the great Durotan name his son... ...if I do not travel with him? A son? (Draka chuckles) Can you hide your fat belly? (Durotan chuckles) Better than you can hide your fat head. (both laughing) (Durotan sighs) (wind gusting) (howling in distance) (horn blowing deep, resounding note) (howling) So many clans in one place, Orgrim. Laughing Skull, Blackrock, all have been summoned. It will be a mighty warband. Just wonder who's left to fight. (captain speaking Orcish) - (warriors murmuring, horn blowing) - ORC SOLDIER: Victory or death! - ORC SOLDIER 2: Skull! - Blackrock, over there! How much longer, Blackhand? We are ready, Gul'dan. (speaking Draenei) What did she say? (female prisoner crying) She begs for you to free her child. But I need him. I need all of them. (crying quietly) (horn blowing) Move, half-breed! ORC CAPTAIN: Frostwolf, over here! - (Fel Portal speaking Orcish, echoing and distorted) What is that? DUROTAN: Gul'dan's magic. (orcs cheering, yelling) (staff thudding) The fuel for 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! (growling, roaring) We will build a new portal! And when it is complete, we will bring through all... of the Horde! (exhales) (yells) (prisoners screaming) (roaring, growling) # # (warriors shouting) Let me go first. ORC SOLDIER: For the Horde! (panting) (groaning) (Draka screaming) (groans in pain) (deep grunting) (gasping, groaning) (woodland creatures chirping, chirring, hooting) (gasping) (grunting) (growls) (screams, grunts) With child? You dare bring that wachook into my warband? - (grunts) - DUROTAN: Let me go, Blackhand! Draka! Uh-huh. Shh... Push, little one. - Push. - (screams) (panting) (pants, grunts) (sighs) (gulps, cries) (crying) A new warrior for the Horde! CLANS: For the Horde! (orcs clamouring, baby crying) www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018 (wind whistling) (metallic clink) KING MAGNI: Lothar. Come. I've got something for you. (tools clanking in distance) What is it? A mechanical marvel. It's a boomstick. (Magni sighs deeply) Hmm. Odd. (panting) Take water. You might want to head home, big man. Someone's attacked one of your garrisons. Seems your king needs you, Commander. # # LOTHAR: The entire garrison, and no one saw anything? VARIS: We did find someone. KAROS: He was searching the bodies. Here, in the barracks. In the barracks? Finally! Are you in command? (grunts) (speaks magical incantation) (muffled cackling) LOTHAR: That's the mark of the Kirin Tor. What are you doing in my city, spellchucker? (grunts, exhales) 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? - (sighs) You must summon the Guardian. Medivh? It should be he who explains it. Only the King summons the Guardian. Get him to Goldshire. (men shouting, horses neighing) (screeches) (screeching) (murloc shouting in Nerglish) - What kind of beasts? - OFFICER: Rumours, Your Majesty. LLANE WRYNN: How does a garrison of 30 men disappear without a whisper? -KHADGAR: The Fel. Or at least its influence. Is this him? Mm-hmm. Your Majesty. CALLAN: Dad. Thank you, Sergeant. So, who are you, mage? My name is Khadgar. I'm a Guardian novitiate. I-I was. I renounced my vows. LOTHAR: You mean you're a fugitive? I'm not hiding. I'm... Your Majesty... I may have left my training, but I didn't leave my abilities behind. I've sensed 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. -(clattering, shouting) -Where has this happened? - What's going out there? Smoke, sir. Southeast. GOLDSHIRE GUARD: Let's grab our swords. Your Majesty, I urge you to engage the Guardian with all haste. OFFICER: They've reached Elwynn Forest. Grand Hamlet is burning. - (rumbling) - (horses whinnying) LADY TARIA: An attack? - What? - Stop requesting Callan. Stay out of my business. He wants to follow in his father's footsteps. LOTHAR: My son doesn't need your help. Tread carefully-- you talk to your queen. (distant clamour continuing) You are my sister first. When was your last visit to Karazhan? With you. I don't know. Um... - six years. - And you've had no contact with Medivh since? Not for lack of trying. Well... ...he can't hide from us now. The Guardian is summoned. (growls) (purrs) (screeches) (growls) Get on. (growls, screeches) - Good luck. - KHADGAR: Okay. # # (screeches) - BLACKHAND: We need them alive! - FEMALE VILLAGER: My baby! ORGRIM: This is not for a warrior. FEMALE VILLAGER 2: Let me go! Frostwolves do not join the hunt? (crying) We prefer our enemies armed with an axe, not a child. We have been commanded, Durotan. Respect the old ways. (growling) There must be a worthy foe somewhere on this dung heap. Find them all! Try not to kill too many. We need them alive. (growling, grumbling) (screeching) (screeching) (screeches) (growls) Lothar. Moroes. Look at you. You haven't aged a bit. Where is everyone? MOROES: Many things have changed. The power that must be locked away here-- the knowledge! Where is he? KHADGAR: I didn't know so many books even existed. - Whew. Wait here. And try not to touch anything. He sees no one? World's been at peace. Good you are here, Lothar. It will do the Guardian a world of good to see a friendly face beyond this old mug. -(Lothar sighs) -He can't refuse you. Nor King Llane. (whispering): Not if he's summoned. (inhales) Chop chop. (sighs) (panting) Did you summon him, Moroes? No. He did not. (panting) So... you've become a, uh, sculptor? I'm making a golem. Usually takes years for the magic to seep into the clay, but up here, it's... it's much faster. Make someone to keep Moroes company. Help to clean up around the house. Thank you. (sighs) It's good to see you, Lothar. We need your guidance, Medivh. Our King summons you. Who's the boy downstairs? (eerie whispering) Hello? Guardian? (sighs) (quiet crackling) (crackling slows, increases) Have a good look around? (gasps, groans) Get some ideas what you're going to do with the place, once it's yours? KHADGAR: Guardian! I renounced my vow. (groaning) 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! (shouts, groans) (grunting) In Azeroth? In the barracks. One of the bodies. LOTHAR: Guardian, what is the Fel? A magic unlike any other. It feeds on life itself. 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. (groans) (gasps in pain) (growls, screeches) Hey! Go home, you. Step in. Medivh. Your Grace. It has been too long. Come. Help us get to the root of these troubles of ours. What kind of beasts? They're saying giants. Armed giants, wolves to carry them. - Huge unstoppable monsters. - What of the other kingdoms? Are they suffering the same? All seek our protection, yet none trust us enough to tell us anything. LOTHAR: We know nothing about these so-called monsters. We need prisoners. Even a corpse would 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 gonna do about... What is his name? - Khadgar, sire. - (thump, clank) He'll be coming with us. (sighs) Well, then. We better get going. (horses whinny, soldiers shouting) (horse whickers) -Halt. -(horse whinnies) (insects buzzing) It can't be. FOOTMAN: What is this? FOOTMAN 2: Can't tell, really. FOOTMAN 3: Careful. Ride through. Guardian. (groans) - Close ranks! -(horn blowing) -Watch your back! (bellowing in Orcish) (horse whinnying) Horde! LOTHAR: Watch your flanks! -To your left! -I've got 'em. (screaming) (bellowing) (orcs growling, men shouting) LOTHAR: Watch your flanks! (speaks magical incantation) -Watch your flanks! -To your left! -I've got 'em. (speaks magical incantation) (low growling) Guardian! (horse whinnying) (screaming) (laughs) (bellows) (speaks magical incantation) FOOTMAN: Die, you beast! Don't try and take them on with brute force. They're stronger. Be smarter. (groaning) (speaks magical incantation) (screaming in distance) (roaring) (roaring in pain) (speaks magical incantation) (gasping) (gasps, screams) (screams) The Fel. FOOTMAN: They're all dying! KAROS: Only the green ones. Kill that big bastard! (grunting, snarling) Durotan. Move. (wolf howling) - (horse whinnies) - (orc grunts) KHADGAR: 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 have to return to Karazhan. You did well today. (horse whinnies in distance) -Where's the Guardian? -Karazhan. We need a prisoner. Where's your horse? - Uh, they took my horse. - Really? Just stay there. (horse whinnies in distance) GARONA: No! (wolf growling) (footman screams) (speaking Orcish) (screaming) (horse whinnying) (groaning) (thuds) (low growling, snarling) How much do you love your master? -I'll do it. -(snarling) Back off! Pity. He would've made a good coat. (insects buzzing) (speaks magical incantation) (rustling) -(growling) -(speaks magical incantation) Over here! - You took it alone? - Yes. LOTHAR: Looks like the runt of the litter. DRIVER: Hyah! (growls) You. What are you? And why do you attack our lands? - He does not know what you speak. - You speak our language? ...and I will wear your tongue! (distorted conversations in Common) (grunting) I will not warn you again! DRIVER: Whoa. (grunting) -Tell him to stop. -You tell him. -(bellowing) (groaning) LOTHAR: You're welcome. (bell tolling in distance) Have you a name? You understand our language. Again. Have you a name? Garona. She calls herself Garona. LLANE WRYNN: What kind of being are you? She seems more like us than those beasts we fought. - Orc. - LLANE WRYNN: Orc...? That's what you are, or the beast in the cage was? I know every race in the Seven Kingdoms. I've never heard of "orc." Show me where you come from. GARONA: This is not orc world. Orc world is dead. Orcs take this world now. Not from this world? How did you get here? The great gate. Deep in ground, into magic brought us here. But how did you learn our language? Orc take prisoner for the gate. I learn from them. -Prisoners? Our people? Are they alive? Yes. Many. Why? To feed the gate. To bring in the Horde. To take your world. You'll take us to them. No. You'll take us to them, or you'll end up like your friend in the cage. You think you're fearsome? Orc children have pets more fearsome than you. We are not trying to be fearsome, Garona. We're trying to protect our people, our families. If you help us, I give you my oath. You will have your freedom. GUL'DAN: Fearsome Blackhand... Warchief of the Horde. You have allowed the small-teeth to kill your warriors. Worse, you've shamed your people by running from an enemy. (low growling) Are you too weak to talk, Destroyer? The Horde has no use for weakness. Respect our tradition, Warchief. You know the penalty. Death! (flames crackle, whoosh) ORCS (chanting): Face, for the Horde! For the Horde! For the Horde! For the Horde! For the Horde! For the Horde! -(growling) For the Horde! -(roars) -(grunts) GUL'DAN: Stop! (panting, growling) You dare interrupt this judgment? We fought hard! Their warlock used your Fel against us. Only I can control the Fel! (growling) I see you and your men have survived. Perhaps Blackhand kept you safely away from the battlefield? (scoffs) Maybe he knows you're weak, too. (Orgrim growls quietly) Do you wish to challenge me, little chieftain? (orcs murmuring) I do not question, Gul'dan. But the Fel is borne of death. Must have a price. (breathy, gruff laugh) A price paid in lives taken. (sighs) (distant grunts, growls and screeches) Will you hold your son? (baby fussing) (Durotan grunts) # # (baby coos happily) DRAKA: He will be a great chieftain. Like his father. - A born leader. - (baby laughs) I was no leader today. (baby laughing) (continues laughing) (grunts) He challenges you already. If Gul'dan can infect one as innocent as him, what chance do the rest of us have? (baby fussing) Whatever happens. Whatever happens. (wind whistling, gusting) (panting) (wind whooshes, wings flutter) I see you. This Gate-- who showed it to Gul'dan? Who led him to Azeroth? Gul'dan called him a demon. Did you see it? GARONA: Not the face, but the voice. Like fire and ash. -(wings flapping) -(gasps) (bird cawing) I'll be here, if you need me. Your mate. I could kill you before he even reaches me. Lothar? (laughs softly) He is my brother. The king is my mate. You're the chieftain's wife, then. I suppose so. Then killing you would bring me even greater honour. Not among my kind. It is a cold night. I thought you might use these. It will warm you. (sniffs) More of our villages burn tonight. One of them is the village of my birth. I cannot imagine what horrors you have been through, Garona. But this doesn't need to happen. We have had peace in these lands for many years now. Peace between races from all over the world. - What is... - (low growl) I can have it removed. There is a life here for you, Garona. With us. A life of freedom. If you want it. (chatter, laughter in distance) The Great Gate. "From light comes darkness... "and from darkness light." Well, that's clear. "Ask Alodi." Alodi... Alodi... (birds chirping) (Durotan laughing) (Orgrim laughing) ORGRIM: Oh, it's good to see trees again. -(chuckles) -DUROTAN: Ah. And the snow. -Even from a distance. -Mm-hmm. Remember when we would track blood ox through the Frostwind Dunes? There was always meat, always life. You don't think it's strange that we lost our home when Gul'dan came to power? One orc cannot kill a world, Durotan. Are you sure? Look around you. Does it not remind you of something? Wherever Gul'dan works his magic, the land dies. If our people are to make a home here, my friend... Gul'dan must be stopped. We are not powerful enough to defeat Gul'dan. No. No. But with the humans' help, we could be. (low growling) I want that weapon. You'll have me to protect you. I need no one to protect me. What are you looking at? (horse neighs) # # (horse neighs) LOTHAR: Bookworm. -Take the first watch. -Respectfully, Commander, my name is Khadgar. My deepest apologies... Khadgar. You see, I thought we bonded when... I didn't put you in a prison cell for breaking into the Royal Barracks. Now, take the watch. Well... at least you're not reading. He wishes to lie with me. (sighs) Beg your pardon? You would be injured. I-I don't want to lie with you. Good. You would not be an effective mate. -(snickering) -Why do you laugh? I can't see how you humans survive such a thing. No muscles to protect you. Brittle bones that break. You don't look that different to us. How did you survive? Broken bones heal stronger. Mine are very strong. I'm sorry. GARONA: Do not be. My name... Garona... it means "cursed" in Orc. My mother was burned alive for giving birth to me. They kept you alive, though. Gul'dan did. He gave me her tusk. To remember her. My parents gave me to the Kirin Tor when I was six years old. That's the last time I saw them. Or, uh... or any of my brothers and sisters. It brings a family honour... to offer a child to the Kirin Tor. To have their son taken up to the floating city of Dalaran and be trained by the most powerful mages in the land. Less so, to have them run away. (laughs quietly) LOTHAR: Well... that was tearful. (orcs chattering in distance) GARONA: The Great Gate. Why do they need so many prisoners? Like wood for a fire. Green magic takes life to open the Gate. - LOTHAR: How many more orcs are they planning on bringing? - GARONA: All of them. This is just a warband. When the portal is opened, Gul'dan will bring the Horde. Get them back to Stormwind. We'll ride ahead. KHADGAR: Garona, we should go. It's not safe here... (muffled grunt) -Durotan. -(Khadgar grunts) To the north, there is a black rock that touches the sky. I would meet with their leader. To challenge him? I saw you lead the small-teeth to our encampment. They have seen what is being built. But only you know what Gul'dan has planned for my people. This magic is death... to all things. (muffled panting) DUROTAN: Must be stopped. Tell him. The black rock, when the sun is highest. GARONA: I will. Chieftain. If I return... would you take me into your clan? (exhales) You're safer here... with them. - (shuddering, panting) (Durotan grunts) (exhales) # # (dogs barking) (man screaming) (grunt echoes) (pants) Is it as you feared? The Fel is everywhere. Then you mustn't leave again. They need a Guardian's help now, more than ever. Maybe the boy can help. -We need solutions! -Easy for you to say that! The Dwarven forges must work overtime. KING MAGNI: You treat us no better than dogs. We shall supply you no more! Enough! You have all called on Stormwind in the past, either for troops or arbitration. If we do not unite to fight this enemy... we will perish. -Hear, hear! -LLANE WRYNN: Stormwind needs soldiers, arms, horses. KING MAGNI: Ha! We have our own kingdoms to look after! -Fight your own wars! -LOTHAR: Your Majesty. Commander. The orcs are building a portal, through which they plan to bring an army. If we do not stop them now, we may never get another opportunity. ELF DELEGATE: Where is he? Where is the protector of Azeroth? - Where is the Guardian? - (quietly): Where is Medivh? -My liege. -LLANE WRYNN: I suggest we take a recess. LORDAERIAN DELEGATE: Take as long as you like. We're done. (lively, indistinct chatter) Commander. What's left of the Fourth has retreated from Stonewatch. "What's left"? Callan is among the injured. Dad? (sighs) I'm fine. It's fine. You had me worried. Where's the rest of your troop? They took most of them alive. We'll get them back. Don't be in such a hurry. You're all I have. (quietly): I know. I'm a soldier. (sighs) He would not ask for this meeting if he thought he could defeat Gul'dan alone. The Fel must truly terrify him. -Durotan is scared of nothing. -LOTHAR: The location. The suddenness of this meeting. Sounds like a trap. -It is not. -LOTHAR: Could be. -It is not! -Could be. -It is not. -What do you think? It's too good an opportunity to ignore. I think we have no choice. We must stop the orcs from opening the portal. But we will need help. -And if he's lying? -Orcs do not lie. - What if he is? -There is no honour in it. -And where is the honour in him betraying his own people? Durotan is protecting his clan. His enemy is the Fel. Gul'dan is the betrayer. This orc, Durotan... -how do you know him? -He freed me. And he is loved by his clan. He's a strong chieftain. LADY TARIA: Strong chiefs must earn their clan's trust. If we are to expect you to join us... we must earn yours. # # To defend yourself. With this? Yes. LLANE WRYNN: Find the Guardian. (people shouting in distance) What is this? Guardian? Uh... The Gate. We saw it, in the Morass. Now, I've been putting together all the clues I can about it. MEDIVH: This. This drawing-- where did you copy it from? Guardian. And this. And this. -And this? -I-I've been researching ever since I felt the presence of the Fel. -I am the Guardian! Me. Not you. Not yet. I just thought you might appreciate some help. (gasps, shouts) Aah! Don't presume you can help me. You have no idea the forces... I contend with. And if you want to help, protect the king. You leave the Fel to me. -Interesting choice. -Guardian... (grunts, shouts) GUARD: Pack up and move to the west gate! (indistinct chatter) GUARD: You there! Rise from your stall and get moving. Now! SOLDIER: He better strap more to this in back... I need your help. I found a book. - Of course you did. - There was an illustration that showed a gate like the one we saw being built. Here. Sorry. Sorry. Khadgar. SOLDIER: Who's got what? SOLDIER 2: Put a hook spike on that. So I tried to show the Guardian, but he became furious. Burned all my research. He would've burned this, too, if it hadn't been hidden in my robe. (Lothar sighs) KHADGAR: No, turn the page. Here. Look. See? What do you think the image means? The orcs were summoned... from this side of the Gate. They were invited in. And the Guardian burnt your research? He's probably just trying to protect you. Now, go away. # # (wind whistling) Good spot for an ambush. (horses neigh in distance) Our sentries are well placed. I will check again. (wind whistling) # # (grunts, sniffs) -I am King Llane. -(Garona translates into Orcish) - I am told you wish to talk. - (Garona translates) (sighs) Ask him if they plan to return to their home. (Garona translates) (Garona's voice echoing from distance) (speaks Orcish) "Our world is destroyed." (speaks Orcish) GARONA: "There is nothing to go back to." We are not responsible for destroying your world. - (Garona translates into Orcish) - War with us will solve nothing. (Garona translates) (speaking Orcish) He says, "For orcs, war solves everything." (thunder rumbles) Then why is he here? (Garona translates) To save my people. (Garona speaks Common) The Fel takes life from more than its victims. (Garona continues speaking Common) It kills the earth and corrupts those who use it. Gul'dan would poison everything with his death magic. If my people are to survive, Gul'dan must be destroyed. (Garona continues speaking Common) DUROTAN: In two suns, the humans we have captured... will be used to fuel the portal. If you attack our camp and draw his warriors away... ...Frostwolf Clan will kill him. (Garona speaking Common) Two days. If we do this, you will protect my people until then. (Garona speaking Orcish) (sniffs) I will try. (Garona speaks Common) (yelling) -ORC: Ambush! -LOTHAR: Get back! It's a trap! ORC: Traitor, die! STORMWIND OFFICER: Let's go! - LOTHAR: Retreat! - Back! Protect our camp! SERGEANT: Fall back! (panting) -SERGEANT: At the rear! -OFFICER: Protect the king! (fierce grunt) (fierce grunting) SERGEANT: Advance! Go! STORMWIND OFFICER: Stay together! (orc roars) Focus, men, like old times. (wind whistling) -(yells) -SERGEANT: Stand your ground! - Help me. - (thunder crashes) - (orc grunts) SHIELD FOOTMAN: Swords! (wolf howling) (thunder crashing) (Khadgar speaks magical incantation) You all right? (grunts) LOTHAR: You're no good to us dead. Go! I'll get the others. -SERGEANT: Fall back! -We're all getting out. Medivh will cover our retreat. SERGEANT: Fall back! SERGEANT: At the rear! Watch out! (fierce yell) (orc grunts) Garona! (grunts) SERGEANT: Stay together! (thunder crashing) SERGEANT: Fall back! Cover your ground! - Where's the bloody Guardian? - SERGEANT: At the rear! Protect the king. I got them. SERGEANT: Forward! STORMWIND OFFICER: To the left! (snarling) Shield formation! FOOTMEN: -Shield formation! -Kill the beast! (snarling) (echoing roar) (speaks magical incantation) (speaks magical incantation) (yelling) Retreat to the plateau! -Move it! -Fall back! STORMWIND OFFICER: At the rear! Go! (roars) - (grunting in pain) - (growls) Medivh. Medivh! Take it down! (groans) (grunts) Medivh! (crackling) Hold on, son. (orcs chanting) Dad. For Azeroth. Medivh! (grunting with effort) (grunts) (speaks Orcish) (growls) -Callan. -(growling exhale) (low growl) # # (thunder rumbling, wind whistling) He's here. - What's wrong with him? - We need to get him to Karazhan. - I'll get the horses. - LLANE: You won't make it in time by road. Take one of my birds. (thunder crashing) (screeching) - MOROES: Place him in the font. - KHADGAR (quietly): I got it. You're all right. - Moroes, what's wrong with him? - I told him not to leave Karazhan. (wheezing gasp) (exhales weakly) I have to go. We need the help of the Kirin Tor. Now. - Go. - There are medicines I must prepare. Sit with him. (orc growls) You and the baby must leave now. You are a traitor, Durotan. -(baby crying) -No. One who values what we once were. Like you used to. That time has passed. We are but fuel for the Fel now. There is still hope, Blackhand. Our children. - (Blackhand grunts) - (baby cries) Do not make me take more innocent lives... young chieftain. If I submit... ...would you let my people be? What will I call our son? (baby coos) Go'el. # # (anxious sigh) You. Where's the old man? He told me to watch you. - The king? - He is alive. Lothar's son is dead. (sighs) I argued for the meeting. Lothar will hate me. This upsets you? He is a great warrior. He defends his people well. A good mate for an orc. I am no orc. I am no human, either. When I was younger, I used to feel apart from my kin. I travelled... far and wide, looking for... wisdom. Feel a connection with all the souls I was charged with protecting. In my travels, I met a strong and noble people. Among them, a female... who... accepted me for who I was. Who loved me. It was not a life I was fated to have... (chuckles softly) but it taught me something. If love is what you need... you must be willing to travel to the ends of the world to find it. You left your mate. Go find Lothar. # # (Medivh sighs) Step inside the circle. This... is my gift to you... Garona. # # ORC: Hey, move that twice to the right! Light it up! (orcs grunting) ORGRIM: Whole world in exchange for a statue. Gods are strange creatures. (Gul'dan chuckles) Frostwolves. You are a practical people. Those of us from the south have always admired that about you. (man groaning) (man groaning) When the portal opens, and the rest of the Horde join us, we will gift them the Fel. All of them. -Durotan did not agree to this! -And why would you care what that traitor thinks? It is time for a new leader of the Frostwolf Clan. One who has the best interests of his orcs in mind. One who appreciates Gul'dan's vision. (man groaning) His power. Come. I will grant you the Fel. Durotan, he... has poisoned the Frostwolves against Fel. Let me gather them. Bring them here. Grant me the Fel in front of them. Let them see how much stronger I become. (sighs) As I said, a practical people. This is a new dawn. The time of the Horde. -(man groaning) -Be feared... or be fuel. (distant thunder rumbling) # # I'm sorry. Callan's mother... died in childbirth. I blamed him for it, for years. I'm not gonna blame you. (exhales) He was so young. (trembling breath) In my entire life... ...I've never felt as much pain as I do now. (wolves howling, orcs chattering) No. (grunts) # # -ORC: Follow me, Horde! -ORC: Move out! Go! -Move! -Gul'dan does not want to waste his power on the Frostwolves. FEMALE ORC WARRIOR: Burn them! (growls) Take the weak, kill the strong! ELDERLY FROSTWOLF ORC: Have mercy! (strained grunting) FEL ORC WARRIOR: Get them! I'll bathe in your blood. Maybe. But not now. I can't give you long, but I can give you a head start. For the sake of your son, Draka, leave... now. (raspy exhale) (Go'el crying) FEL ORC WARRIOR (in distance): Burn it down! You should have trusted in your chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer. (shouting in distance) FEL ORC WARRIOR: She's getting away! (gryphon screeching) # # Wait for me. ARCHMAGE: Khadgar! ANTONIDAS: How dare you return here! -FINDEN: Get out! -I come seeking your wisdom. ANTONIDAS: There is nothing for you here now. The Guardian Medivh is unwell. - What? - He has been poisoned by the Fel. -ARCHMAGE: What? -Ridiculous! What do you know of the Dark Portal? You come back -and accuse the Guardian... -What is Alodi? FINDEN (whispers): How does he know? ANTONIDAS: Alodi. KHADGAR: What is it? An entity from a time before the Kirin Tor existed. We think it served a function similar to that of the Guardian. Protector. No one beyond the Arch Council knows of its existence. And it will stay that way. For you to mention it in the same breath as the Dark Portal is too much to be mere... (whooshing, ringing) ...coincidence. - Do I go in? - I don't know. It's never done that before. # # Khadgar. KHADGAR: I know you. From the library. You're Alodi? I used... the last of my energies to summon you here. The Guardian has betrayed us. Medivh? -I saw the Fel in his eyes. -He is consumed by it. If he is not stopped, this world will burn. I don't have the power to defeat a Guardian. Guardian is but a name. The true guardians of this world are the people themselves. I know you see what the Kirin Tor cannot. It's why you left them. No one... can stand against the darkness... alone. I don't understand what you want me to do. Yes, you do. Trust in your friends. Together you can save this world. Always remember, from light comes darkness, and from darkness... (distorting): ...light. Up, up. (Medivh panting weakly) Thank you, Moroes. You'll recover, Guardian. You always do. (groans) No... Thank you... for everything you've done. # # (exhales, groans) MEDIVH: I'm sorry, old friend. Seems I have let the orcs into this world. The Fel, it has... twisted me. I... don't even know what else I may have done. I just... don't remember. Everything I've thought to protect, I have... destroyed. I can't control the Fel. (deep, distorted): No one can. (groans, gasps) Five legions to block Deadwind Pass. Another ten here, here and here along Redridge Mountains. Supply lines here, while the Eastern Sea hems them in both south and east. If we hold these positions, we will be at our strongest. Containment. Until there is a better option, yes. And when there's ten times as many... what then? If there were easy answers... Our priority must be to stop the Gate from opening. Fail there, and it's just a matter of time before they beat us with sheer numbers. What do you suggest? (whispers): Send everything we've got. Destroy the Gate, free our people and end the immediate threat. And the orcs that remain? - We'll take care of them later. - After they've ravaged the entire kingdom. -(whoosh) -My lords. LLANE WRYNN: Medivh, you are up and well. I am. I feel... restored. LLANE WRYNN: We need you. We've been agonising over our options. Some of us believe there are no options. -We need fresh eyes. -MEDIVH: I have news. I met with Durotan. -You met with Durotan. -The rebellion against Gul'dan is gaining strength. With their help, we can destroy this Gate. -That doesn't change my plan. -What plan? Anduin believes we should attack with full force. I'm concerned it leaves the rest of the kingdom defenceless. MEDIVH: How many legions would you need to hold the orcs in place? Five for Deadwind Pass, ten for the Redridge Mountains, ten more to protect the city. We've already lost 18 legions. That leaves one, two, three. -Can it be done, Medivh? LOTHAR: No, it can't be done. With three legions, Frostwolves and my power... With all due respect, Guardian, your powers have proven unreliable at best recently. -Llane, have I ever let you down? -Let him down? Where have you even been for the last six years? Please, Anduin-- Medivh is the Guardian. Not the one you remember. He's lost. He's unstable. And he won't be there when you really need him. LLANE WRYNN: Find your bearings, Anduin. I would march into Hell for you... if I thought there was the slightest chance of victory. But there isn't. This is suicide. MEDIVH: Is this about Callan? It was a tragedy. If he hadn't been trying so hard to win your approval, -he might still be with us today. -Medivh... Callan wasn't ready; you knew it. And you let him play soldier anyway. LLANE WRYNN: Anduin, stop! -Anduin! -You killed him! LLANE WRYNN: Stop! Stop! VARIS: Commander, please, sir, please! LLANE WRYNN: Varis, take him to a cell to calm down. You are no use to us like this. VARIS: At ease. MEDIVH: We will protect the kingdom, my lord. You and I. (door clanks, squeaks open) (door clanks shut) Why are you here? The king. He goes to fight the Horde. -(sighs) -With your Guardian's help, Durotan will kill Gul'dan. - Don't trust him. - I have told you, orcs do not lie. Not Durotan. Don't trust Medivh. I will try to protect your king. Don't go with them. Why? I don't want you to get hurt. Come back alive. -We're thirsty! -Free us! -ORC: Shut it! Now! (crying and pleading) MAN: Spare us! Spare us! WOMAN: Take pity! We need your help! ORC GUARD: Hey! Frostwolf! Now you're enemies with all sides. I'll tell them it was you. (chain clinking) (grunts) What happened? I am sorry, Durotan. I did not see how we could side with the humans against our own kind. I was wrong. Gul'dan's Fel magic is destroying us. (grunts) -Where's Draka? -Safe. But the rest... They wouldn't follow him if they could see what he has become. Well, then, I'll show them. # # (bell tolling) There is no other man I would entrust the safety of my family to, Varian. Keep them safe while I'm gone. Ready? I would feel better if Lothar were riding with us. We'll be fine. I will return to Karazhan, get ready for battle. Find me at the portal. # # (gryphon screeches) KHADGAR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Attaboy. Psst. Guard. I know you're just doing your job-- and a good one at that-- but I've cooled down now. So if you'd just come and open this gate, so I can protect the king. - Open the gate! - I'm just following my-- (bleating) (bleating) - Where the hell have you been? - The Kirin Tor. It only works on the simple-minded. Lasts about a minute. Your armour, Commander. -(bleating) -Sorry. They have a full day ahead of us. - I just hope we're not too late. - We can't go after them, not if you want to save Azeroth. -My king needs me! -Azeroth needs you more! If you want to save your king, we need to stop Medivh first. (speaking magic incantation) Where is Medivh? We've got a demon to kill. (Go'el jabbering happily) ORC SCOUT: She can't be far. Search over there. I need that baby! (Go'el fussing) ORC: Check everywhere! (in distance): Do you hear me? Search on the road! (kisses) (Go'el coos) DRAKA: Remember... you are the son of Durotan and Draka, an unbroken line of chieftains. ORC (in distance): You! Search by the river. She can't be far. (Go'el crying) (orc scout growling) (growls) (growling) (panting) (Go'el crying in distance) (breathing stops) (orcs muttering) I am Durotan... son of Garad... ORC: You are a coward! -...chieftain of the Frostwolf clan. -Traitor! And I am here... to kill Gul'dan. - A ghost cannot invoke mak'gora. - ORC: You are without honour! You are the chieftain of no clan. Your people are food for worms. Some of us still live, Warchief. FEL ORC: Destroy him! Shall I make a quick end of them? -Punish him, Gul'dan! I always thought you were one for tradition, Blackhand. ORCS: Crush him! Get him, Gul'dan! GUL'DAN: Durotan. Your clan was weak, and you are a traitor. I accept your challenge, if only to personally rip the heart out of your pathetic body. What of the portal? You must be ready when the incantation begins. This won't take long. (orcs clamouring) (clamouring continues) (yells) (roars) (strained grunting) (speaks magical incantation) (Lothar yells) (gasping) (roars) (strained grunt) (roars) (grunting) ORC: Crush him, Gul'dan! (grunts) (speaking magical incantation) It's the incantation to the orc home world. (Medivh continues speaking magical incantation) He's opening the portal. We need to shut him up. (Medivh's incantation echoing) GUL'DAN: The incantation. I have no time for this! Blackhand! (orcs murmuring) (Medivh's incantation continues) This is a mak'gora. You will respect our tradition. Keep fighting! (orcs clamouring) (panting) (grunts weakly) Gul'dan cheats! (orcs jeering) -That's cheating! -Shame on you! You cheat, Gul'dan! -This is not our way! -Traitor! (Medivh's incantation continues) Gul'dan! (panting) You have no honour. (growling) (exhales) -(grunting) -(cracking) (cracking) (cracking) (grunts) (Durotan gasping weakly) (weak grunting) (exhales) You will follow this... thing? (growls) Will you? You will follow this demon? -I will not. ORC: He does not even look orc now! I follow a true orc! ORC: Yes, he's right! ORGRIM: A chieftain. (orcs muttering, murmuring) ORC: May your bones rot, demon! (groaning) (growls) Anyone else? And you, Warchief... you will take the Fel, and you will become stronger than any orc has ever been. And when the Fel has remade you, you will crush the small-teeth. (grunting, growling) Now, claim my new world. STORMWIND LEADER: Legion! Halt! GARONA: Frostwolves. GARONA: We are on our own now. We few, then. (distant clamouring) (distant rumbling) Get to the prisoners. We will free our people! LLANE WRYNN: Charge! (blowing low, resounding note) (orcs shouting) ORC: Attack! (speaking magic incantation) Ideas? (shouts magic incantation) MEDIVH: Very impressive. Now try shutting him up. (golem speaking magic incantation) Well, that went well (!) - (continues incantation) - LOTHAR: Oh...! It's moving! Do something! LOTHAR: Fine! I'll handle this. You take care of Medivh. (golem continues incantation) LOTHAR: Hey, over here! Clay face! (golem continues incantation) (continues incantation) (Lothar yells) LLANE WRYNN: Now, men! -SOLDIER: At the ready! -VARIS: Fire! -Attack! -Kill them all! -Stay together! (golem continues magic incantation) (orc screeches) -LLANE WRYNN: At the rear! -(gasps) (grunts) -COMMANDER: Circle the line! -VARIS: At once! (low growl) (prisoners gasping, screaming) Come, my orcs. Let the Fel unleash the full power of the Horde! (Medivh's golem continues magic incantation) (Horde warriors shout) (shouts magic incantation) (golem continues incantation) (grunts) (Lothar yells) (golem groans deeply) (Lothar yells) (whispering magic incantation) (Lothar grunts) Hey! Kid! Wake up! (panting) You all right? KHADGAR: Quick thinking. Slicing its head off like that. LOTHAR: Yeah. Just how I planned it. (Lothar grunts) -What now? -The Guardian has to speak the incantation himself. So as... as long as he's doing that, we can get in close. -All right. KHADGAR: Distract him. Then what? Get Medivh in the font. LOTHAR: Is that all (?) Medivh. If there is something of you still in there, old friend... come back to us. (Medivh speaking magic incantation) (grunts) (continues magic incantation) Medivh... (yells) (grunts) Come on. Kill me. (continues magic incantation) I've got nothing left to live for now, anyway. After all, life is just fuel to you, isn't it? But Llane, he believed in you. (exhales) Don't kill your king. Don't kill your friend. (exhales) (panting softly) Whatever you plan to do, kid... - ...do it now! - (speaking magic incantation) - Now. - (grunts) LOTHAR: Now! Now! Now, kid! (Medivh groans) (shouting) -The portal! It's closing! -LLANE WRYNN: Then do it now! No. -VARIS: No! The portal! -GUL'DAN: The portal! -(roaring): No! -(crowd screaming) (eerie, distorted growl) (gasping) (grunts, gasps) (grunts) -LOTHAR: You're stronger than he is. -(strained grunting) (distorted screeching, roaring) (yells) (groaning, yelling) From light comes darkness... and from darkness... light. (explosion thundering) (rumbling) (rumbling fades) (wind whistles) (distant thunder rumbles) (Khadgar coughing, gasping) Show me your eyes. (Khadgar panting) (gryphon screeches) I have to go. - I'm proud of you. - (quiet laugh) # # -(gryphon screeches) -(Lothar yells) (gryphon screeches) (grunts, pants) (speaking magic incantation) (gasps weakly) (speaking weakly) (normal voice): Stormwind. KAROS: My lord! Through the portal! Stormwind! Thank you, Guardian. Varis! Legion, forward! STORMWIND SOLDIER: At the rear! Attack! Garona! Ride with me! STORMWIND SOLDIER: Cover the rear! (orc yells) STORMWIND SOLDIER: At once! STORMWIND SOLDIER: Watch out! VARIS: Run! ORC: Death to them all! Varis, set the men in a perimeter. Garona, Karos, take what men we can spare and free the prisoners. And send them through to Stormwind. Form a line, shield to shield! LLANE WRYNN: We will hold as long as we can. KAROS: Get to the portal! -Thank you! -We're free! - Go! - MAN: Thank you... Thank you! (Medivh speaking magic incantation) (continues incantation) # # SOLDIER: Need more powder! Help me push! (strained grunt) Come on, boys! Put some spunk into it! -(grunting) -Push, men! -KAROS: Come on, boys! ORC: Go around! We'll attack them from behind the portal! ORC: We can't get through! SOLDIER: Watch your flank! To the left, the left! Take care of him. (horse neighing) SOLDIER: Kill! We should leave. We save as many of our people as we can! It's the loneliness. It makes us weak. Khadgar... I'm sorry. I wanted to save us all. I always did. # # -Hurry! -Run! -Move! -No! -It's closed! MAN: The portal's closing! We have lost the Guardian. -No, no, no! -(man yells) # # (grunting, growling) SOLDIER: Defend the line! (growling) (grunting) -(orc growls) -(soldier screams) -(roars) -(neck snaps) GARONA: Blackhand comes to claim the honour of killing you. Garona... no good will come from us both dying. Look around you. We are surrounded. Your killing me is the only hope we have for peace. You told Lady Taria that killing her would bring you honour. Well, killing me will make you a hero. Survive. Bring peace between orcs and humans. You must. (orcs roaring, growling) -(sword slashing) -(distorted grunting) (distorted yell) (distorted growling) LLANE WRYNN (echoing, distant): You must. (deep roaring) (grunts) (sword clangs) (low growl) No! No! (orcs clamouring) (roaring) (crying quietly) (breathy growl) ORC: She has killed their chieftain, Gul'dan. The Horde embraces you... ...orc. (chanting in Orcish) (chanting continues) (orcs cheering) (gryphon screeching) (gryphon screeching) (screeching) (screeches) ORC 2: Oh! Look out! (screeching) (grunts) BLACKHAND: Mak'gora. (low, growling breaths) (Blackhand growls) (wind whistling) (Blackhand growls) (growls) (roars in pain) (groans) (thump) For my son. Kill him. Kill him! GARONA: Gul'dan... the mak'gora is sacred. The human won. Fairly. Let your warriors honour their tradition. I will not be disobeyed. GUL'DAN: What are you waiting for? Do as I say! Traitors! Get out of my way. I'll do it myself. Who will obey you if you go to war with your own kind? If you do this, you will lose the Horde. And this war is only beginning. (gryphon screeching) (gryphon screeches) For your son. (grunts) So your spirit can teach him. (bell tolling) KHADGAR: Garona's dagger. I pulled that from Llane's neck. Well, there has to be an explanation. Yes. She made a choice. I don't believe that. Maybe you and I didn't know her as well as we thought we did. LADY TARIA (voice-over): There is no greater blessing a city can have... than a king... who would sacrifice himself for his people. But such a sacrifice must be earned. We must deserve it. If we only show our unity to mourn a good man's death, was King Llane wrong to believe in you? CITIZENS: No! No! No! MALE CITIZEN: We will avenge you, my lady! MALE CITIZEN 2: Lead us against the orcs, Lothar! CITIZENS (chanting): Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! Lothar! (chanting continues) For Azeroth! For Azeroth and the Alliance! CITIZENS: For Azeroth! For the Alliance! # # DUROTAN (voice-over): You will travel far, my little Go'el. (Go'el fussing) My world may be lost, but this is your world now. Take what you need from it. Make a home for the orcs and let no one stand in your way. MAN: My lord, you should see this. - (Go'el crying) (voice-over): You are the son of Durotan and Draka-- an unbroken line of chieftains-- and our people need a leader now, more than ever. (growling) # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #