Shargha ' s Stronghold Shargha ' s Stronghold . " It ' s all falling apart , " Underchief Boraga said , sprawled on the thick furbolg hides that littered the reception hall of Shargha ' s Stronghold . " What ' s falling apart ? " yawned Chieftain Shargha . He did not bother looking up from the maps sprawled on his campaign table . " The world , " Boraga said . " It ' s all about to tip into the Twisting Nether , you just watch . " Shargha gave a noncommittal grunt and reached for another map . Boraga had a strong sword arm and was as fearless as a troll , but he whined whenever he was not in the thick of action . Still , Shargha found the orc ' s brooding to be strangely comforting . If he was complaining , at least he was not plotting against his superior . " Think about it . Wherever we go , things are always falling down on our pointed ears . " Boraga pulled himself to his feet and started pacing . " From back in the beginning . We rule an entire world only to see it get swallowed up . We just managed to escape here before it did . " The lout speaks as if he was there , rather than something that happened generations ago . In a calm tone , Chieftain Shargha offered a correction . " Actually , we came here first . And then our leaders at the time , the warlocks , screwed things up so badly that we lost that First World . " Boraga was hardly listening . " So we come to Azeroth , and it gets roughed up by undead and demonspawn . " " Again , I think some orcs were involved somewhere in that as well , " Shargha said . " Some of the same warlocks as the first time , to be accurate . " " So we escape again , on ships stolen from humans , and come to Kalimdor - to find ourselves in the middle of another huge war against more undead and demons . " " Which , " Shargha said , " We won . " He looked at a spot on the map , frowned , then reached for a heavy , bound atlas . " Aye , but what have we won ? " the younger orc steamed . " This is a broken land . There are ruins on top of ruins here . The coasts are littered with half - sunken ships . Petty kingdoms rise and fall like clockwork . Everyone with a sword and three followers wants to make himself Warchief . Fields have been scorched to stubble , livestock slaughtered or gone feral , and most of the buildings here burned down at least once . " " Interesting , " Shargha remarked , almost to himself . " This map shows some old stronghold at the headwaters of the river , but later atlases don ' t show it . Do you know what that means ? " " Exactly what I am saying , " Boraga snarled . " This place is a wreck , a mess , a pile of debris . Two steps from the Twisted Nether , with the demons banging on the doors . " Shargha sighed and rose from the table , walking to the window . This level of the stronghold was even with the treetops . He saw a vast green carpet spread out to the base of a line of snowcapped peaks . Somewhere among those peaks were headwaters , and by those headwaters a lost city - titan ruins , if the map notation was correct , filled with secrets and treasure . Yet all Boraga could do was complain that it had been lost in the first place . A pillar of smoke rose from the forest , off to the right , about two days ' ride away by wolfback - and a mighty blaze , given how easily he could make it out . It could be a natural lightning strike or forest fire , or it could be something worse . Invaders , perhaps , or some battle between forces Shargha knew nothing about . Maybe a funeral pyre . Maybe a chimaera carving out a roost . Maybe dwarves with their steam tanks , on their way to this lost stronghold . Whatever it was , the fact remained that the blaze was two days ' ride away . If it was trouble , it would come soon enough . He would send out extra grunts on evening patrol , just in case . Aloud , the chieftain said , " Look at the world beyond our windows , Boraga . Here ' s an ancient world , with old treasures lost among ancient vegetation , fallen cities high within the mountains , and more knowledge lost than even the humans had in the days of Lordaeron . It ' s a world that is starting anew . What do you see when you look out the window ? " " I see a world that is ruined . That which isn ' t already ruined is burning , and that which isn ' t already burning isn ' t worth having . " Boraga snorted . " What do you see ? " " I ? " Chieftain Shargha said , his lips twisting around his great fangs in a satisfied smile . " Opportunities , my lad . What I see are opportunities . "