Set 15 years after Warcraft II - in which a titanic battle raged between human and orc clans, led by heroes with names sounding like a nasal passage being cleared (Khadgar, Ner’zhul, Azeroth, etc) - war is once again brewing after a period of peace. Or in case you were still one ejaculation away from existence back then. You know, just in case you haven’t played either of the past two Warcraft titles. However, before we delve into the depths of the game, cogitate on its nuances and developments and generally spew out gasps of exaggerated admiration or spat-out hatred, let’s just skim over the background story. After four looong yeaaars of holding our breath, turning blue, killing a gazillion brain cells and then repeating the process a thousand more times, the wait is finally over. Well it’s finally here, and quite honestly, it’s about time. a chilling battlecry engulfing the world, and his once dominant tribe clinging on to the strands of supremacy, as fragile as a flame in the wind. It is his story that I shall tell you now, as he stands proud at the helm of his men. Led by two great heroes, the all Commanding and Conquering General of Westwood and the one they call Warcraft III of Blizzard. Now, years later, these two, once great tribes, stand on the brink of extinction as they prepare to make one final stand upon the field of warriors. From the darkness emerged two new heroes, the Shogun and the Warrior King, who swept aside their rivals like the tides of the sea with their revolutionary tactics and devastating new technologies. The resounding crash of the drums of war danced across the land once more, like a thundercrack which heralds the storm. But during this age of emasculation, new powers were moving across the land, threatening to extinguish the tribes’ hopes for a return to a golden age. The tribes’ loyal subjects drifted from the battlefield, lost souls looking for a new purpose - a new leader who could lead them once more to glory and honour. Their predictability bred weakness and lethargy, until the conflict faded away like a dying star, and the drums of war fell silent once again.Īn uneasy peace settled across the land. Driven by their lust for supremacy but blinded by a bitter, short-sighted rivalry, the great tribes slowly became complacent. My story begins many years ago (mist floats eerily past the page), in a land across the great sea, where a bloody conflict raged between the two mighty tribes of Blizzard and Westwood.
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