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Their warlock use your fel against us.
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Only I can control the fel!
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I see you and your men have survived.
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Perhaps Blackhand kept you safely away from the battlefield.
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Maybe he knows you are weak too.
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Do you wish to challenge me, little chieftain.
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I do not question, Gul'dan.
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But the fel is born of death, must have a price.
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A price paid in lives taken.
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Will you hold your son?
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He will be a great chieftain.
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Like his father, a born leader.