Azeroth is in ruins... and all because of one... little... whisper to a dying warchief.
What? No... de whisper dat told me to make Sylvanas warchief... it be you?
You played your part perfectly, troll. And I would have tortured you for eternity... if not for someone's intervention.
I be hearin' enough! I want ya ta be knowin' sometin' before I destroy ya, Mueh'zala.
Dere only be room for one loa o' death.
And it be Bwonsamdi.
Hey dere Winter Queen! Ol' Bwonsamdi can be explainin'... see, I be findin' out dat Mueh'zala be takin' ya loa away.
We face this challenge with dignity and remain united behind the Master. Revendreth remains resolute!
So I be helpin' dis one find where dey be... deep in da Maw.
... Even if Ardenweald does not have the power to rebirth all spirits, they must all flow through here to try to be saved.
I will take these three spirits into our care. And you will find your way out of my land, Bwonsamdi.
Hailing from the human kingdom of Stormwind, you follow in the footsteps of valiant knights, clever sorcerers, and legendary heroes.
Representing the stout and enduring dwarves of Ironforge, you have emerged from the mountain and stand ready to face any challenge.
As one of the ancient and elusive night elves, you have left the tranquil boughs of Teldrassil to aid your allies and defend the wilds.
The gnomes of Gnomeregan bolster the Alliance with their ingenuity and mechanical aptitude. You have opted for a more direct approach.
Like many pandaren, you have known a life of quiet harmony on the traveling isle of Shen-zin Su. But your intrepid spirit yearns for adventure.
Though the worgen curse decimated your home kingdom of Gilneas and turned you into a beast, your feral rage can be used for the good of all.
You bear the curse of the Forsaken, returned from the grave. It is your choice what you do with this second chance at life.
As a member of the wise and peaceful Tauren, you travel through Azeroth to preserve the balance of nature.
You left the comforts of Silvermoon City to find power and greatness within Azeroth, like many blood elves before you.
As a goblin, you know there's no fame to be made sitting at home. You set out for adventure, glory, and gold!
Your people, the draenei, arrived on Azeroth as refugees from another world. But this world is now your home, and you have sworn to defend it.
Your orcish blood thrives for adventure, and you seek to prove your strength and honor.
