Vashj, Kael-give the final order to strike. By night’s end, we will all be drunk with it. Illidan Stormrage: As I promised, your people shall have their vengeance, Akama. Now, at last, we will end their curse forever. Lady Vashj: Lord Illidan, new arrivals come to greet you.Īkama: We draenei have fought the orcs and their demon masters for generations. Their spirits and powers have been honed in this harsh wilderness. Illidan Stormrage: I am pleased by your people’s zeal, young Kael. Though Magtheridon’s forces vastly outnumber ours, your warriors are prepared to fight to the end. Prince Kael’thas: This will be a glorious battle, master. The boisterous cur cannot match our cunning or our will. Illidan Stormrage: Magtheridon has grown strong over the years, but he has had few real foes to contend with.
Outside the Black Citadel, Illidan rallies his forces to tell the plan of action. The might of Magtheridon cannot be denied! I am the Lord of Outland! Those who dispute my rule will soon regret their folly! HAHAHAH!
Magtheridon: These upstarts are tiresome gnats, nothing more. Inside the Black Citadel one of the Fel Orcs reports to Magtheridon.įel Orc Warlock: Our enemies draw near, Lord Magtheridon. Later that day, at the base of Magtheridon’s Black Citadel, Illidan marshals his forces for their final strike.