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Once upon a time they were noble warriors in their realm. They all had conquered many places, defeated many enemies. They were known and honoured. Strong warriors who stood against burning flame of Onyxia. Fearless shamans who calmed down mind of Vaelastaz corrupted by Nefarian. Noble priests who healed their companions in fight against this great, black dragon. Sneaky rogues who visited even Thrall gold chamber. Versatile druids who were not only able to heal and remove dangerous curses, but also put in sleep powerful dragonkins. Swift hunters who tamed even fiercest beasts of Azeroth. Powerful mages who killed their foes with one shot. Strong minded warlocks who stopped rocks with one glance in hot surroundings of Molten Core. They were powerful and strong against creations of old gods. Unstoppable force that marched through plains, mountains and dungeons. Till the day when their world started to collapse. They knew how to kill dragons, how to banish rock elementals, how to sheep elite forces of MajorDomo, but they were weak against corruption of unknown forces what came from distant future. With great sorrow they watched how friends were falling as easy prey to these forces when they were frozen and cannot move. Gates didn't open, dead ones weren't able to rise again, they saw enemy in places where they weren't while foes were killing them from behind. One by one their friends retired from this fight and felt into deep sleep with hope to awake one day in nice world without this unstoppable enemy.

... and now the day has come. One by one they were raised in new world. Their forces still are weak, but they will grow up pretty fast. They all will fight and rebuild previous strength and nobility. They will conquer and defeat again. Their names will be well known in plains of Azeroth. Enemies will flee in fear when they will march.

The war has begun!