Warcraft Page #3

Stormwind needs soldiers,

arms, horses...

Ha! We have our own

kingdoms to look after.

- Fight your own wars!

- 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.

Where is he?

Where is the protector of Azeroth?

Where the Guardian?

Where is Medivh?

- My liege.

- I suggest we take a recess.

Take as long as you like.

We're done.

Commander.

What's left of the 4th

has retreated from Stonewatch.

What's left?

Callan is among the injured.

Dad?

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.

I know.

I'm a soldier.

He would not ask for this meeting if

he thought he could defeat Gul'dan alone.

- The fel must truly terrified him.

- Durotan is scared of nothing.

The location.

The suddenness of this meeting.

- Sounds like a trap.

- It is not.

- 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 honor in it.

And where is the honor

in 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.

Strong chiefs must earn

their clans trust.

If we are to expect you

to join us.

We must earn yours.

To defend yourself.

With this?

Yes.

Find the Guardian.

What is this?

Guardian?

Uh.

The gate.

We saw it, in the morass.

I've been putting together

all the clues I can about it.

This.

This drawing.

- Where did you copy it from?

- Guardian.

And this?

And this?

And this?

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.

Don't presume you can help me.

You have no idea the forces

I contend with.

If you want to help,

protect the king.

You leave the fel to me.

- Interesting choice.

- Guardian.

Pack up and move

to the west gate.

You there.

Pack up your stall

and get moving now!

I need your help.

- I found a book.

- Of course you did.

There was an illustration

that showed the gate

like the one

we saw being built.

- Sorry. Sorry.

- Khadgar.

Listen. I tried to show the Guardian

but he became furious.

He burned all my research.

He would have burn this too

If I hadn't hidden it in my robe.

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

burned your research.

He's probably just

trying to protect you.

Now go away.

Good spot for an ambush.

Our sentries are well placed.

I will check again.

You requested to speak

to the leader of the humans.

This is he.

I am the King Llane.

I'm told you wished to talk.

Ask him if they plan

to return to their home?

Our world is destroyed.

There is nothing to go back to.

We are not responsible

for destroying your world.

War with us will solve nothing.

He says,

"Orcs, war solves everything."

Then why is he here?

To save my people.

Fel takes life from

more than it's victims.

Kills the earth and

corrupts those who use it.

Gul'dan will poison everything

with his death magic.

If my people are to survive,

Gul'dan must be destroyed.

In 2 suns, the humans

we have captured...

... be used to fuel the portal.

If you attack our camp,

and draw his warriors away,

Frostwolf clan,

will kill him.

Two days.

If we do this,

you will protect my people until then.

I will try.

It's a trap!

Traitor die!

Retreat!

Back!

Return to our camp!

Fall back!

Stay together!

Focus.

Like old times.

Cover your flank!

.

Push!

You alright?

You are no good to us dead.

Go.

I'll get the others.

Fall back!

We're all getting out.

Medivh will cover our retreat.

Garona!

Stay together!

Fall back!

Keep it up!

Where's the bloody Guardian?

Protect the king.

I got them.

Move back!

Shield FORMATION !

Retreat to the plateau.

Fall back!

Up the hill.

Move!

Medivh.

Medivh, take it down!

Medivh!

Hold on, son.

Dad.

For Azeroth.

Medivh!

Stop.

Callan.

He's here!

What's wrong with him?

We need to get

him to Karazhan.

- I'll get the horses.

- You won't make any time by road.

Take one of my birds.

Place him in the fountain.

- Moroes, what's wrong with him

- I told him not to leave Karazhan.

I have to go.

We need the help of

the Karin Tor, now.

Go.

There are medicines I must prepare.

Sit with him.

You and the baby

must leave now.

You're a traitor, Durotan.

No.

One who values what we once were.

Like you used to.

That time is past.

We are but fuel

for the fel now.

There is still hope, Blackhand.

Our children.

Do not make me take more

innocent lives, young chieftain.

If I submit...

... will you let my people be?

What will I call our son?

Go'el

You.

Where's the older man?

He told me to watch you.

- The king.

- He is alive.

Lothar's son is dead.

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 traveled far and wide,

looking for... wisdom.

Feel a connection with all the souls

I was charged with protecting.

On my travel, I met

a strong and noble people.

Among them, a female,

who accepted me for what I was.

Who loved me.

It was not a life

I was fated to have,

but it taught me something.

If love is what you need,

you must be willing to travel

to the end the world to find it.

You left your mate.

Go find Lothar.

Step inside the circle.

This... is my gift to you,

Garona.

A whole world and

exchange for a statue.

Gods are strange creatures.

Frostwolves, you are a practical people.

Those of us from the south have

always admired that about you.

When the portal opens,

when the rest of the Horde join us

we will give 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 interest

of his orcs in mind.

One who appreciates Gul'dan's vision,

... his power.

Come.

I will grant you the fel.

Durotan, he... has poisoned

the Frostwolves against the fel.

Let me gather them,

bring them here.

Grant me the fel in front of them,

let them see...

How much stronger I become.

As I said,

a practical people.

This is a new dawn.

The time of the Horde.

Be reverent,

or be killed.

I'm sorry.

Callan's mother,

died in childbirth.

I blamed him for it,

for years.

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