Three days later, near the Lordaeron coast…
Somewhere in the Arathi Highlands, Thrall, the young warchief of the orcish Horde, wakes from his troubling dream.
Medivh: The sands of time have run out son of Durotan. The cries of war echo upon the winds. The remnants of the past scar the land, which is besieged once again by conflict.
Heroes arise to challenge fate and lead their brethren to battle.
As mortal armies rush blindly towards their doom, the Burning Shadow comes to consume us all.
You must rally the Horde and lead your people to their destiny.
Seek me out.
Medivh: We never paid any heed to the ancient prophecies. Like fools, we clung to the old hatreds, and fought as we had for generations. Until the day the sky rained fire, and the new enemy came among us. We stand now upon the brink of destruction, for the Reign of Chaos has come at last.