"This was back when the two had first met. When Thrall first told him the tale of Grommash’s battle against the Pitlord Mannoroth. How that act redeemed Grom in the eyes of many orcs. How he freed his people from the stain of the cup he first raised."

"Darion stood there and stared at the Lich King. Uncertainty masked beneath the stoic expression he showed, not wanting to betray his thoughts to the Lich King. He felt himself at a crossroads now, between several choices that he felt led to damnation on either path. He could choose not to accept this alliance with the monster that enslaved his, and others souls. It didn't matter whether Bolvar Fordragon was now a part of the collective consciousness that made up the Lich King. He was still at its core a being bent on bringing Azeroth to heel beneath his banner."

"His journey would have taken him through the Valley of the Four Winds, the continent’s former breadbasket. The True Horde had quickly noticed the area’s potential, and had sent Goblin engineers to “maximize the yields”. Certainly, production increased soon enough. The fact that the Goblins had turned the rivers into sludge, that a stinging sulphur-like smell permeated the entire region, that the soil itself had become… sticky, and that every available plot of land was turned over to agriculture – no matter its previous use –, was of no concern to Orgrimmar."