You: Why are the Darkspear in rebellion against Garrosh?
(Vol’jin twists his face into a scowl.)
Vol’jin: Ya wouldn’t understand. What’s de Horde ta ya, (race)? Hm? Diseased? Alien? Betrayers? Demon-blooded? Beasts? I know what ya say ’bout us.
I’ll tell ya what the Horde is. De Horde dat me an’ Thrall built. It be a family. When de whole world try ta put us down, de family come an’ pick us back up.
Hellscream, he don’t see family. Ain’t never had one.
You: What about Hellscream? What does the Horde mean to him?
Vol’jin: For him, Horde be about orcs, an’ buildin’ up orc power. Like he just come through de portal. Anyone stand in his way, anyone tink any diff’rent, he shut ’em up.
(Vol’jin runs his three-fingered hand across his scar.)
He like an angry dog. Oh, I fight next to Hellscream in battle, sure. But put him in charge? Ya askin’ for trouble. He pick his favorites, start his war, shove me bruddahs aside… He don’t tink he need nobody else. Well, he wrong.
He gonna learn: ya never cross family.
You: Why should we help you? What if we kept the Barrens supplies for ourselves?
(Vol’jin cackles, the stench of his hot breath reeking in your nostrils.)
Vol’jin: Oh, ya got anudda plan? I got anudda plan, too. I let ya siege Orgrimmar on ya own. See how far ya get. An’ once da city be filled wit’ corpses, den me shadow hunters come in, we mop up what left, kill Kor’kron an’ Alliance alike. Give ya dead ta Sylvanas. Hmm! I save a lot a Darkspear lives wit’ dis plan!
Mmnn? You don’t like? Then, we stay wit’ da first plan. We work together.
We don’t even have ta like each other.
You: (Call his bluff) Why don’t WE wait until YOU attack Orgrimmar, and then mop up YOUR dead?
(Vol’jin sees his opportunity slipping away. He holds up his hands.)
Vol’jin: Wait now, (race)! Orgrimmar be a fortress. My people, we ain’t gonna crack dat nut on our own. How long we gonna last out here? Days? Weeks? Vol’jin can’t say.
You keep da supplies comin’, an’ I promise, more Kor’kron gonna die. Before ya troops even land! The blood bein’ split ain’t even ya own! Surely dat be worth a few crates of meat?
Vol’jin: Ya want we work together on dis, ya gotta earn me trust.
In Northern Barrens, de Kor’kron be massin’ for war. Hellscream’s goons be stockpilin’ lumber, oil, stone, an’ meat. Supplies de Darkspear want ta use against’ ‘im.
Go to de Barrens. Kill de Kor’kron. Bring me dem supplies! Fight dem wherever dey spring up, escort supply caravans, group up ta take down de dangerous ones. Whatever ya gotta do.
Prove ta me da Alliance wants dis! I be watchin’.
Collect 15 Kor’kron Lumber, 15 Kor’kron Oil, 15 Kor’kron Meat, and 15 Kor’kron Stone.
Kor’kron Earthshaker: You do not deserve to live, weakling.
Commander Ag’troz: Blood and thunder! Challengers, your death comes for you!
Commander Ag’troz: At last, a worthy opponent.
Commander To’karg: Back to work, you pathetic grunts! A bunch of rebels and Alliance weaklings aren’t going to stop us!
Vol’jin: I need dem Kor’kron supplies ta fuel de Darkspear Rebellion.
(Vol’jin motions to his guards to allow you to come forward and speak.)
Vol’jin: De Barrens be splattered wit’ blood, (race). Ya done right by me.
Tell de Alliance ta rally its fleet. When de time comes, de Darkspear an’ de other rebels will try ta hold de harbor for ya. Hellscream made too many enemies ta fight ’em all off at once, hah!
(The troll’s face becomes deadly serious.)
Vol’jin: Ya have me thanks, (race). Dis rebellion only gonna get so far wit’ out ya.