Draenor, Your Loyal Mar'gok Has Returned

"Ah, returning home in glory. No matter what world you're in, it really feels damn good. When I first came to Azeroth, I was just an arrogant Ogre who didn't understand the true meaning of power.

But look at me now.

Tsk. The first outstanding Ogre graduate of an ancient academy. My portrait will hang on the walls of Nathrezim Academy, admired by countless junior students.

You know, I used to think that was stupid formalism. But after my own portrait was hung up there, I realized it was President Blue Moon's painstaking intention. She hoped that the deeds of outstanding graduates like us would inspire other students to forge ahead wholeheartedly toward the other shore of truth."

It truly was a wonderful tradition.

At Northshire Abbey, Ogre Warlord Mar'gok, dressed in the robes of an outstanding Nathrezim Academy graduate, was making an exceptionally self-satisfied speech. But His Majesty Kael'thas, who had come to see him off, looked utterly unconcerned.

An outstanding graduate? Who wasn't one?

Besides, no matter how impressive Mar'gok was, wouldn't his portrait still have to hang beneath mine on the wall of outstanding graduates?

Still, credit where it was due—the Ogre really was incredible.

After enrolling, he had completed Nathrezim Academy's standard curriculum in nine months. Under President Blue Moon's supervision, he had also completed an extremely complex graduation project with astonishing efficiency.

Certainly, President Blue Moon had given special consideration to this "friend from another land." Certainly, Mar'gok had two brains by nature, allowing him to complete his coursework much more efficiently than other students. Certainly, the bloodline of Ogre sorcerers could be traced back to Defender Aggramar himself—a genuine Titan inheritance that made them innately sensitive to the truth of the arcane.

But none of that could erase the personal effort of the Ogre