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My fury is matched only by...

your patheticness.

This should be a fight,

but you are worthless.

Look at your ears.

So flippy floppy.

You are only worth death.

Even your sniffer comes off easy.

You are not warrior.

You are poor play thing even for an,

Orcling.

This patheticness...

Patheticness brings me fury.

I do not come to mercifully...

End the lives of the worthless.

I come for the honor of glorious deaths.

So that my people can be rich with plunder.

I come for WAR.

War is coming.

I smell you blood

Why do you plague me?

Where do your warriors hide?

I come to you now, Warshaman.

I have waited.

We felt the warpath open.

We will move.

Now we have spoken.

I am still hunting. Something is wrong.

My bloodfury was frustration.

Your bloodstone is full.

Otherwise we would not share our thoughts.

Kin to kin.

Yes, I am killing but...

Few are worthy of your war sword, I know.

Save some for us.

War is coming.

Why are so many death-touched here?

You kill my wolf,

trap and destroy my wyvern,

yet you have nothing for me?

Fight.

What are you doing?

Yes, Fight.

Fine

Come on now, make up your mind.

You are almost intelligent.

You act like golbin.

At least goblins are useful.

There is no honor is this.

Pathetic.

Nor this,

I come for WAR.

I do not come to play with...

Goat's bladders...

Goblin's testicles...

Harpie's scales...

Or spineless Ent huggers.

You are all flippy-floppies.

No spine.

No strength.

This is why we came to broker...

Broker peace with you.

You are not worth killing.

But you could be useful.

Have purpose,

and meaning in your lives.

But even though we come with

no weapons you hide.

No one to talk to.

Search the buildings.

I will talk to them.

Do not harm them.

They will serve us like goblins.

Bring us food...

find us metals.

We wanted to let you do useful things.

Feed us.

But...

Then you scream war cry...

And everyone know,

you scream war cry,

we scream war cry.

Battle rages comes so all must die.

Not good fight.

To easy.

We swore never to return.

You can never trust a human.

Poor workers.

Greedy eaters.

Skinny and soft.

But it's now to late.

When my Warpack arrives...

We will wipe you out for good.

I have had enough of your nonsense.

WAR IS COMING.

War cry, we are near.

Hurry.

Terrible backhand.

- More.

Bring me anger.

Bring me death.

Good to get my fury up.

You flippy-floopies did good.

I am even sweating

An excellent workout.

Strong forearm.

Still my back hand suffers.

Lack of battle practice, probably.

More killing without me.

You all have no metal to steal.

No gems for the shaman.

You are cheap pickings.

A workout, yes, but not a real battle.

Finally.

He kneels for his superiors. Good.

He will bring us war?

Human's love revenge.

Excellent backhand.

Heal the blood.

I shall kill this one too.

(Flat Blade Up = My Kill)

You do not give me orders.

Why can I understand you?

We are linked now.

WAR IS COMING

Did you see my backhand?