Chronicles of the Orc in Azeroth

"The Horde? All trash!"

"Sorry, but the Starfall isn't."

Facing Roff's rebuttal, the Dark Lady had no retort.

"Give me the new version of the arm, High Elf 2.0."

"We should eradicate the Druids of the Fang! They disrupt the balance of nature!"

"Get lost! Nature is inclusive. Why is your way of nature, Malfurion, the only true way, while others' ways are all bullshit? Who are you to decide what's balanced?"

Sitting at the negotiation table in Ashenvale, Malfurion and Tyrande's faces were clouded with uncertainty, but they had to swallow their anger and continue discussing the Starfall's withdrawal with the orcs across the table.

"Azeroth, my mistake—I will correct you with my own hands!"

"Hehehe, want to stab Azeroth? You'll have to ask my Yin-Yang, Bagua, Four Symbols, Two Forms, Heaven-Earth Grand Array first!"

With the help of the orange-skinned orc, even an unformed world-soul was not something Sargeras could mold at will!

"In my past life, I was just a war refugee. Today, watch me stir the eight wastelands, a dragon soaring across the four seas!"

"Taste the vengeance of the exiled!"

"Ogres, beaten! Ogres, slain!"

"The wisdom of the Three Pillar Gods guides our path."

"Darkspear, pierce the heart!"

"Shuharu, be the sturdiest shield of our friends!"

"Willing to offer our second life for the Starfall"...

Hearing the shouts of the warriors behind him, Roff smiled slightly, raised his axe and spear high, and roared: "Starfall, never be slaves!"

"A general's success is built on countless bones—I am the general, not the bones!"

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