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| t has been nearly fifteen years since the war between the orcs and humans ended. An uneasy peace settled over the land while, for years, the drums of war were silent. Yet the kindoms of men grew complacent in their victory-and slowly, the defeated orcish clans regrouped under the banner of a new visionary leaders. |
| ow a darker shadow has fallen over the world,threatening to extinguish all like-all hope. The drums of war play apon the winds once again-rising urgently towards the inevitable hour when the skies will rain fire-and the wood will tremble befor the coming of the Burning Leagion |
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| The Races of Azeroth |