Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Great Gate.
Tread carefully. You talk to your queen.
We'll be fine.
Stop requesting Callan.
An entity from a time before the Kirin Tor existed.
(IN ENGLISH) Guardian!
A price paid in lives taken.
What do you know of the Dark Portal?
It brings a family honor to offer a child to the Kirin Tor.
LOTHAR: (IN ENGLISH) Watch your flank! To your left!
I suppose so.
What's going on out there?
Traitor, die!
died in childbirth.
LOTHAR: Retreat!
DUROTAN: My world may be lost, but this is your world now.
Where are you going?
(GASPS)
- or be fuel. - (GROANING)
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
CITIZENS: No!
When was your last visit to Karazhan?
Is that all?
MEDIVH: Did you summon him, Moroes?
Llane, have I ever let you down?
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
Not you. Not yet.
What is it?
(FLIES BUZZING)
So many clans in one place, Orgrim.
But in the beginning, how could we have known?
Beg your pardon?
Then you mustn't leave again.
They kept you alive, though.
No, turn the page. Here.
(SCREECHING)
You always do.
No.
You're all I have.
(IN ENGLISH) Our world is destroyed.
This
Containment.
One who appreciates Gul'Dan's vision.
Let your warriors honor their tradition.
- Draka! - (PANTING)
With three legions, Frostwolves and my power...
Look around you.
MALE ORC 4: Burn it down!
We are not responsible for destroying your world.
Where is everyone?
Find your bearings, Anduin.
for as long as can be remembered.
From this side of the gate. They were invited in.
This upsets you?
I swear, Guardian!
Commander.
And this.
Callan is among the injured.
Frostwolves.
You have no honor.
(YELLS)
Huge unstoppable monsters.
Again.
You will respect our tradition.
If my people are to survive, Gul'Dan must be destroyed!
Go find Lothar.
How does a garrison of 30 men disappear without a whisper?
What?
I see you.
KING LLANE: Find the Guardian.
he has poisoned the Frostwolves against Fel.
With you. I don't know...
Why?
I traveled far and wide, looking for
it's much faster.
If we do not unite to fight this enemy,
Now claim my new world.
(GROWLS)
Kill him.
MALE STORMWIND OFFICER: Rumors, Your Majesty.
And you've had no contact with Medivh since?
I accept your challenge
So I can protect the King.
anna
Those of us from the south have always admired that about you.
Some of us still live, Warchief.
Are they suffering the same?
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
If you attack our camp and draw his warriors away,
LOTHAR: Looks like the runt of the litter.
Lok Tar Ogar
(IN ENGLISH) I will try.
LOTHAR: Moroes.
It will warm you.
(SHOUTS)