Facing the black dragon prince Nefarian and black dragon princess Onyxia above, and the twilight dragonspawn below, Blackrock Warlord Gasezog gathered the last elite forces of the Blackhand Legion.
Most of these veteran elites already had graying hair and had reached the age when they could retire, yet they were unwilling to leave the service.
"Brothers, many of you began following Warchief Blackhand with me long ago. Now we follow Warchief Rend. This may very well be our last battle. I will not ask you to stand or fall with me. You may choose for yourselves—enter the portal, or stay and die here with me." After Rend became the Horde's new Warchief and countless clansmen returned from the Ethereal homeland of K'aresh, Blackrock Warlord Gasezog had been immensely gratified. The Blackrock Clan had returned to glory.
Having fulfilled his long-cherished wish, Blackrock Warlord Gasezog relaxed. For the first time, he felt just how old his body had become, as all manner of old ailments caused him pain from time to time.
Originally, Blackrock Warlord Gasezog had planned to retire, yield his position, and open a blacksmith shop in Noxus, the Blackrock Clan's new homeland.
However, Malkorok was far too reckless for him to rest easy, and Malkorok simply could not keep the veterans of the Blackhand Legion in line. Thus, Gasezog decided to spend his remaining years at Blackrock Spire.
He had simply never expected Blackrock Mountain to conceal Blackrock Caverns as well. Attacked from above and below at once, the Blackhand Legion and the Firegut Ogres swiftly fell back in defeat.
In the end, the last elites of the Blackhand Legion all remained behind. Though they knew death was imminent, they were unusually happy. They laughed loudly and slapped one another's shoulders, as though they had returned to the